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deja-you · 4 years ago

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times new roman | headcanons

t. jefferson x reader

profiles | part one

A/N: This isn’t another chapter, sorryyyyy. i promise i’m working on it, but then this popped into my head and here we are. so this is all stuff that Thomas and y/n would do as a couple. we’re not quite there yet in the timeline of TNR, but we’ll get there. maybe.

+ Thomas and Y/n love having movie nights.

+ Thomas always wants to watch old classics: Casablanca, Singin’ in the Rain, Citizen Kane, you name it. He likes old movies, old cars, old music. Y/n teases Thomas for having such dated taste.

+ “Okay boomer.”

+ “For the last time, Y/n, I’m not a boomer. I’m only five years older than you.”

+ Y/n does most of the cooking. Not because she’s a woman and the kitchen is ‘her place’ or anything like that. One time Thomas made a ‘gourmet’ meal of macaroni and cheese. With a twist. The twist was adding alcohol.

+ “Adding alcohol makes everything better.”

+ No, it doesn’t. Y/n doesn’t let Thomas anywhere near the kitchen since the Mac ‘N Cheese Fiasco of 2020.

+ Y/n only buys superhero or Disney princess band-aids. She’s very proud of them.

+ Thomas finds this out when he gets a paper cut while reading at Y/n’s apartment. She thinks he’s being dramatic, but he insists paper cuts are the worst. Regardless, Y/n comes back with two boxes of band-aids.

+ “You want Ant-Man or Cinderella?”

+ “Those are your band-aids? Why am I dating a child?”

+ “If you’re going to make fun of my band-aids, I’ll let you bleed out.”

+ Madison and Hamilton both tease Thomas for his Cinderella band-aid at work the next day, but he wears it as a badge of pride now.

+ Washington gives Thomas the whole “if you break my daughter’s heart” speech, but secretly he loves Y/n and Thomas as a couple.

+ One day at work, Washington overhears Thomas make a “that’s what she said” joke.

+ “That’s what who said? I know you did not just make a sex joke about my daughter, Jefferson.”

+ Thomas melts where he’s sitting and wants to die. Alexander wishes he had brought a camera to film it all. Y/n hears all about this when Thomas gets home and can’t stop laughing.

+ When they’re out in public, Thomas always likes to have his hands on Y/n. They’ll walk hand in hand. Thomas will wrap his arm around her waist, or while Y/n is talking to one of her friends, he’ll sling his arm around her shoulders and rest his chin on her shoulder.

+ Although Y/n thinks it’s too much, Thomas will often buy her expensive gifts. She’ll come home to find a bag on her kitchen counter with the pair of heels she was eyeing in the store the other day or a statement necklace that reminded Thomas of her.

+ His eyes light up (and Y/n could swear he drools a little) when he sees her wearing the items he bought for her.

+ Y/n likes to wear Thomas’s old college sweatshirts from William & Mary. He’ll complain about her stealing his clothes but they both know he loves seeing her in them. Unless she’s only wearing his sweatshirt. Then he’d be happy to see her without it.

+ “Y/n Washington. Take that off.”

+ “How about you come over here and take it off for me?”

+ He does.

+ Yes, he decided. She looks much better without the sweatshirt. Y/n looks her best when her hair is all messed up and she’s sleeping soundly next to him in his bed.

+ Thomas makes Y/n coffee in the morning. He memorized just how many creams and how much sugar she likes the first time she told him.

+ Y/n likes to watch Thomas play his violin in his magenta bath robe on Saturday evenings. It’s the highlight of her week.

+ Y/n thinks Thomas’s apartment is lacking something and decides he needs a pet.

+ “I don’t need a pet. I don’t want a pet. They take too much work to take care of.”

+ “What about a fish?”

+ “I’m not getting a fish, Y/n.”

+ He gets a fish.

+ Thomas names the fish Monticello but he just calls him Monty. Monty is Thomas’s pride and joy, he carries pictures of his fish in his wallet and shows him off to his coworkers every chance he gets.

+ “No one cares about your fish, Jefferson.”

+ “Fuck you, Hamilton. Henry Knox asked how Monty was doing, for your information.”

+ After a week, Thomas decides Monty needs a bigger tank. And some plants. And a little sunken ship to play in.

+ Y/n finds Thomas cleaning out Monty’s fish tank when they were supposed to be going on a date.

+ “Are you really choosing a fish over me? I can’t believe it.”

+ She can believe it. She’s really not that surprised.

+ “He needs me, Y/n!”

+ “And I need food. Come on, let’s go get something to eat. I’m thinking sushi, thoughts?”

+ “How dare you.”

+ Thomas takes Y/n out to Broadway shows. He has wealthy and famous clients, so he ends up taking Y/n backstage on multiple occasions to meet the casts of the productions.

+ Y/n completely fangirls over every actor she meets and Thomas apologizes on her behalf. But he doesn’t complain when she asks him to take a picture of her and the actor.

+ She belts out the songs from the show all the way home, and Thomas can’t help but watch her with a smile.

+ Y/n swings by the office on Wednesdays and they go out to lunch together.

+ “Do you think I can order off the kid’s menu?”

+ “I can’t take you anywhere, can I, Y/n?”

+ But he takes her everywhere with him. Charity galas, business trips to Seattle, home to Virginia to meet his family.

+ Thomas’s family loves Y/n immediately, and his sister’s seem to like Y/n more than they like Thomas. His sister’s take Y/n out for a girls night. They talk about all his annoying habits and stories from their childhood.

+ At night, they’ll spend an hour in bed reading before they actually go to bed. Y/n wears reading glasses, and Thomas doesn’t know if she really needs them or if she just wears them because she knows he thinks she looks hot in them.

+ When the lights turn off, Thomas will pull Y/n to his chest and let the sound of her breathing rock him to sleep.

+ When Y/n thinks Thomas is asleep, she’ll whisper “I love you” into the cotton of his shirt.

+ He hears her.

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tox-city · 5 years ago

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Proud Bastards – A Jefferson X Reader Fic; Prob. Part One

Requests: Um, yeah;

bigjellyfishwonderland asked: Do you do fanfic? If so, could you do an x reader with Thomas Jefferson? Maybe one where the reader is Alexander's younger twin sister?

Warnings: Swearing (mostly at the end), Peggy being a B O S S, reader having social anxiety (Only hinted, no panic attacks guys), Thomas’ love of mac and cheese – Y’all knew that was coming.

King’s College AU

Word Count: 724, this was meant to be a small drabble, Oof, guess there’s gonna be a PaRt TwO.

Y/N: Your Name

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

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Y/N’s POV

“You ready Y/N?”

No. Alex, leave me alone.

Glancing around our shared room, I count the amount of grey hoodies my brother has lying on his made bed. Today was the first day of freshman year at King's College for the two of us. Knowing that if I didn’t get up soon, he’d barge in the room and–

“Aack! Alex! Put me down!” I screeched as he places me over his shoulders, walking towards the kitchen. Alexander meets my face and smirks, “I’ll put you down when you eat, Y/N/N. C’mon, you know this.”

“Kinda hard to eat when up five feet.” I sneer.

Alex put me down, “Five feet and six inches, you mean my dear.”

“Uh-huh, sure,” I nod, grabbing an apple by the table, most likely Alexander’s fruit. Pulling my bag over my shoulders, I turn to face my twin. Mustering a smile on my face, we walk out the door, towards the bullshit that awaited us on the other side.

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“Do we have the same classes, Y/N?” Alex asked me after looking his own schedule with giddy eyes. Glancing over mine, I notice that I had debate twice today. Once after our lunch break, and then the later class was more of a club. I had art in an hour or so.

“Yeah, I think. Debate after lunch?” I peered at his own. He did the same with mine. We had most of our classes together, or at least had the same class at different times. This was great, at least I had a familiar face.

Thomas’ POV

“James, what you mean we aren’t rooming together? I thought we both filled out that we wanted to dorm with each other... This is sad. Now I’m sad. I want to be happy. Mac and cheese makes me happy. Now I want mac and cheese. Can we get some, please , Jemmy?”

I go on ranting about nonsense until we finally reach the dorms. I look at my schedule, noting that I had debate later on in the day. I wonder if we’d be debating at all or would we just be discussing random shit facts about us. Like, hello, my name is Thomas Jefferson. My family is rich and I like mac and cheese. Yes. That’s perfect for college sophomores and freshmen.

Oh! that reminds me!

Instead of just having a debate class with students my age, I have to share a class with a bunch of freshmen. I hate freshmen.

Hopefully I didn’t have to room with one.

I walked towards the left wing of the dorm, silently praying that my roommate isn’t an asshole. That was my job already.

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Putting my bag down, I realized that I was the first one in the room. Perfect, I thought, now I can pick a bed. I was tall, so hopefully my roomie was short.

Suddenly, the door opened to revealed a short man in a grey sweater unzipped to show a deep green shirt. He seemed nice enough. Maybe this wouldn’t be that bad.

Y/N’s POV

Room 1801. I just needed to find it. I was so absorbed in finding my dorm, I bumped into another girl in yellow. Great, first day and I already –

“Hey! Are you okay?” the yellow girl asked, helping my up. I took her hand and noticed all of our stuff painting the floor. Nodding, I bent down to pick up her bag that matches her cute sundress. Same shade of yellow.

“Um.. yeah. Thanks. Uh, here’s your bag, uh...” I trialed off, hoping to learn her name. She caught on.

“Oh! Peggy. My name’s Peggy Schuyler. Well Margarita is my full name, but you can call me Peggy.” She chirped, seeming to like talking. We had that in common.

“Y/N Hamilton.”

“Where’s your dorm, Y/N?”

“Uh, 1801, you?”

Her smile widened, “No way! Me too! Well in that case, Y/N, it’s best that I, your new best friend, introduce you to our dorm and show you around the school!”

I felt at ease with Peggy. Something told me that my day is going to be fucked up later on, but for now, I followed my new best friend, as Peggy put it, through the halls until we found our dorm.

This should be fun.

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purpleshellsforyou · 6 years ago

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The Room

Daddy Jefferson

Part 5 of 7

Original writer (@yrs-forevr) version here!

TW: Period-typical Sexism (ish)

AN: My dumb ass forgot I already wrote this.

Time: Hamiltime

Word Count: 1777

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5- you're here!| 6 | E

Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Letters from Alexander Hamilton had been coming in every day now, insisting that Thomas consider supporting his debt plan. He wasn’t exactly thrilled to see the multitude of papers arriving at his office but it was Hamilton, so he had come to expect it. Jefferson didn’t reply often, but that never stopped Alexander from continuing on the warpath of spreading his argumentative opinions.

The best part of Thomas’s week was when Asher ran into his office every Thursday to tell him that lunch was ready. Today the two-year-old practically bounded into the room, his face lighting up at the sight of his somewhat-adoptive father. The paperwork had never been filled out to make him a legal guardian, but he fathered him as if he had.

Asher was wearing a little blue coat that almost ran to his ankles. The color of the fabric was barely lighter than his blue-gray eyes. He was always so happy around this time of day. Y/N, Asher, and Thomas always visited the graveyard on Thursdays with a picnic lunch. Of course, the young boy didn’t really understand death yet, but he knew who his father was and why he could never come and visit. All he really recognized was that he got to spend some time eating outside with his family.

“Daddy, come on! Mamma says that it’s time to go!”

“I’ll be right there, Ash.”

“Okay! Momma helped me write a letter to Papa today! She said that if we leave it in front of the rock door, then he could read it.”

He had a goofy grin on his face that could only stay with innocence. It took everything in Jefferson not to jump up from the desk and lift Ash up in the air, playing and giggling as they went to go to lunch. Growing up in a big family, Thomas never felt alone amongst his siblings. He wanted Asher to feel the same sense of family, an assurance that he would never be alone. The Jefferson siblings, specifically his brother, visited on occasion, but never stayed long. None of them approved of his choice to live with an unmarried woman and her son. None of their critiques were worse than those in his own head.

He’s not even your son, really. You wouldn’t be a good father anyway. Think of all the women you used. If it didn’t happen then, it wasn’t meant to happen. Give it up, you’ll never be a good father, let alone a good husband.

He shook off his thoughts, faking a smile as he playfully shooed the boy from the room, promising to be down in a minute. He turned his attention to the last page he told himself he would finish before the picnic. The ink in his quill felt thinner than it was before the welcome interruption. His older brother’s words echoed in his mind:

Don’t fool yourself. You’ve grown up strong. Get power, and the happiness will follow. Men don’t love, Thomas. They take.

“I will discuss it with Madison, but I cannot make you any promises, Alexander. As amusing as it is to see you beg before me like a lost dog, I cannot set aside my values, nor can I speak for James.”

“This debt plan must be passed, Jefferson. This country needs it passed.”

“You always want everything to go through. Sorry, Washington isn’t going out of his way to make sure you get everything you want.”

Thomas stepped back through the front doorway, making a move like he was about to shut the door on Hamilton. He was truly feeling desperate to come and ask Thomas Jefferson for help. It wasn’t a question of ‘if’, but one of ‘how far are you willing to go?’.

“Wait.”

“What?” the democratic-republican snapped.

“What if you got something out of it?”

Thomas sneered back at the man: “I’m not the one that needs something out of it.”

“We can negotiate something. Something that can help the Southern states.”

“The South doesn’t need your hel-

“Please.”

Jefferson paused, thinking about what he and Y/N had been teaching Asher the previous night. Although you may not agree with everyone, listening and being polite can be the most important part to changing their mind. Breathing in through his clenched teeth, Thomas seethed:

“Come over Sunday night at 5 pm. We can talk then.”

Hamilton smirked and nodded before he turned back to his carriage. Jefferson rolled his eyes and slowly let out a full breath, finally closing the door. This wasn’t going to be fun. Now he had to go see Madison and, more importantly, he hated bringing work home. His house was, with the exception of his office, somewhere that he didn’t have to be a politician.

Sunday dragged along as a fury of angry conversation wracked the halls of the Jefferson residence. James had agreed to join Thomas for dinner, but he knew something was wrong when he was the only one to show up at the front door. When Thomas ushered him inside and explained the situation, there was nothing stopping the bickering.

It was unusual for Thomas to request that Y/N not speak with him, but it was painfully clear that he didn’t want to prevent her or Asher from joining him in the first place. It was all too likely that whatever was to be exchanged was not going to be appropriate for Asher to hear in the first place. It was decided that they would all go out together the next day to make up for the evening and, with any stroke of luck, celebrate.

Y/N had taken her less than enthusiastic son upstairs, promising mac and cheese to encourage him to come upstairs. He bounded up alongside her, but not before turning around to wave at Thomas as he turned the corner.

Place cards had been set around an old oak table and courses for the meeting had been determined- all standard for political gatherings. However unconventional it may be, Jefferson tried to set things in a good light by separating his home life from the shared political discourse.

James was still grumbling his disdain for the meeting as Alexander arrive. As the three politicians made their way to the dining room, they attempted to discreetly size one another up. The air, an intoxicating mixture of parchment and cheese, hung heavily over them lazily. The first course has been set out on the table for their arrival. Every movement from the men was strategic, a test of where the power in the room was held. As the dining room doors thumped closed behind them, the atmosphere only grew more stiflingly uncomfortable.

It was an hour later when a side door into the room creaked open. The pitter patter of small feet entered, unaware of what they had just interrupted. The politicians paused their conversation, looking up from the documents they were assessing to see the two-year-old hop up onto a chair and reach for the bowl of mac n’ cheese.

Jefferson was the first to break the silence.

“Asher, what are you doing down here? Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

The boy looked up, some cheese sauce stuck around his mouth.

“Mama fell asweep.”

“She fell asleep?”

“Mmh Hmm. She was reading the book you made again, but she stopped and went to sweep. I know because she’s breathing loud again.”

Hamilton glanced to Madison, wondering what his take on this was. If he expected a reaction from James, he didn’t get much of one. All he really looked like was a man trying to hold in a cough.

“Alright, little soldier. Let’s get you to bed. You need to have lots of dreams so you have energy for all the fun we’re going to have tomorrow with your mom.”

Asher’s eyes lit up with excitement and happily took Thomas’s hand to lead him upstairs.

Alexander looked like someone had slapped him in the face. James turned his focus to Hamilton, seemingly unaffected by Asher’s appearance.

“For your debt plan to have the slightest hope of passing-”

“I didn’t know he could act so fatherly.”

Unsure of what to say, Madison pulled out his handkerchief and quietly coughed a few times. He had seen Thomas with Asher several times, taking him to see his office or meet new people when Y/N needed a little time to herself. Alexander still appeared to be tripping on his tongue, clearly thinking out what he wanted to say next. He opened his mouth several times before deciding to say;

“I thought Jefferson was more of a… um… catch-and-release type guy.”

“He was.”

“He isn’t now?”

James smiled cryptically before he answered “If I would have once called him a player in the game of lust, I would now say that he has traded his spades for hearts.”

“I never considered Jefferson one to fall for love.”

Hamilton looked perplexed and somewhat calmer, but Madison was clearly displeased with his comment. There was no mistaking the subtle venom in his voice as he quipped “Many would say the same of you, Alexander. Greed and lust leave a man far more vulnerable than love ever could. Although he may not be the man you thought you knew, he is a better father than you imagined him to be. All he is doing is trying to be there for a boy without a father, a position he has filled wholeheartedly.”

For the first time since the beginning of the meeting, the dining room was completely silent.

When Thomas found Y/N sitting on the rocking chair, he couldn’t help but grin at the small gray blanket that had been placed somewhat haphazardly over her legs and part of her abdomen. The person that tried to put it over her had clearly not been tall enough to reach, despite being on his tiptoes.

When Asher tugged at his hand questioningly, he focused his attention on getting him to go to sleep. Jefferson made sure to brush the little boy’s teeth- he had eaten again after all -and put his favorite stuffed animal in the bed with him. As Asher finally fell asleep, Thomas went back over to Y/N.

She was sleeping so peacefully. It was rare that she got to sleep early, so Thomas took great care not to disturb her as he lifted her up into his arms and carried her across the hall. Y/N was in her nightclothes already, and he just slipped her into her own bed and closed the door behind him as he left, choosing not to acknowledge the warm feeling in his chest as he did so.

#thomas jefferson #thomas jefferson x reader #hamilton #hamilton: an american musical #daddy jefferson

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purpleshellsaremyfavorite · 6 years ago

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The Room

Daddy Jefferson

Part 5 of 7

Jay (@yrs-forevr) x Thomas Jefferson

Reader insert version here!!

TW: Period-typical Sexism (ish)

Time: Hamiltime

Word Count: 1777

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5- you're here!| 6 | E

Asher was wearing a little blue coat that almost ran to his ankles. The color of the fabric was barely lighter than his blue-gray eyes. He was always so happy around this time of day. Jay, Asher, and Thomas always visited the graveyard on Thursdays with a picnic lunch. Of course, the young boy didn’t really understand death yet, but he knew who his father was and why he could never come and visit. All he really recognized was that he got to spend some time eating outside with his family.

“Daddy, come on! Mamma says that it’s time to go!”

“I’ll be right there, Ash.”

“Okay! Momma helped me write a letter to Papa today! She said that if we leave it in front of the rock door, then he could read it.”

Don’t fool yourself. You’ve grown up strong. Get power, and the happiness will follow. Men don’t love, Thomas. They take.

“This debt plan must be passed, Jefferson. This country needs it passed.”

“You always want everything to go through. Sorry, Washington isn’t going out of his way to make sure you get everything you want.”

“Wait.”

“What?” the democratic-republican snapped.

“What if you got something out of it?”

Thomas sneered back at the man: “I’m not the one that needs something out of it.”

“We can negotiate something. Something that can help the Southern states.”

“The South doesn’t need your hel-

“Please.”

Jefferson paused, thinking about what he and Jay had been teaching Asher the previous night. Although you may not agree with everyone, listening and being polite can be the most important part to changing their mind. Breathing in through his clenched teeth, Thomas seethed:

“Come over Sunday night at 5 pm. We can talk then.”

It was unusual for Thomas to request that Jay not speak with him, but it was painfully clear that he didn’t want to prevent her or Asher from joining him in the first place. It was all too likely that whatever was to be exchanged was not going to be appropriate for Asher to hear in the first place. It was decided that they would all go out together the next day to make up for the evening and, with any stroke of luck, celebrate.

Jay had taken her less than enthusiastic son upstairs, promising mac and cheese to encourage him to come upstairs. He bounded up alongside her, but not before turning around to wave at Thomas as he turned the corner.

Jefferson was the first to break the silence.

“Asher, what are you doing down here? Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

The boy looked up, some cheese sauce stuck around his mouth.

“Mama fell asweep.”

“She fell asleep?”

“Mmh Hmm. She was reading the book you made again, but she stopped and went to sweep. I know because she’s breathing loud again.”

Hamilton glanced to Madison, wondering what his take on this was. If he expected a reaction from James, he didn’t get much of one. All he really looked like was a man trying to hold in a cough.

“Alright, little soldier. Let’s get you to bed. You need to have lots of dreams so you have energy for all the fun we’re going to have tomorrow with your mom.”

Asher’s eyes lit up with excitement and happily took Thomas’s hand to lead him upstairs.

Alexander looked like someone had slapped him in the face. James turned his focus to Hamilton, seemingly unaffected by Asher’s appearance.

“For your debt plan to have the slightest hope of passing-”

“I didn’t know he could act so fatherly.”

Unsure of what to say, Madison pulled out his handkerchief and quietly coughed a few times. He had seen Thomas with Asher several times, taking him to see his office or meet new people when Jay needed a little time to herself. Alexander still appeared to be tripping on his tongue, clearly thinking out what he wanted to say next. He opened his mouth several times before deciding to say;

“I thought Jefferson was more of a… um… catch-and-release type guy.”

“He was.”

“He isn’t now?”

James smiled cryptically before he answered, “If I would have once called him a player in the game of lust, I would now say that he has traded his spades for hearts.”

“I never considered Jefferson one to fall for love.”

For the first time since the beginning of the meeting, the dining room was completely silent.

When Thomas found Jay sitting on the rocking chair, he couldn’t help but grin at the small gray blanket that had been placed somewhat haphazardly over her legs and part of her abdomen. The person that tried to put it over her had clearly not been tall enough to reach, despite being on his tiptoes.

She was sleeping so peacefully. It was rare that she got to sleep early, so Thomas took great care not to disturb her as he lifted her up into his arms and carried her across the hall. Jay was in her nightclothes already, and he just slipped her into her own bed and closed the door behind him as he left, choosing not to acknowledge the warm feeling in his chest as he did so.

#Jay x Thomas Jefferson #daddy jefferson

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kris-trainer-blog · 7 years ago

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Cabinet battle, chapter 2

Chapter 1, chapter 2

Fandom: Hamilton: The American Musical

Warning: swearing, angst and it starts with cheating

Pairing: Ex! Alexander Hamilton X reader, brother!Aaron Burr X reader, Thomas Jefferson X reader

Words: 1 124

Summary: You're sister of Aaron Burr and soon to be wife of Alexander Hamilton. But you found out that he was cheating on you. So you pack your things and move into a house, where your brother and Southern democratic republicans live. And it's Modern AU.

Author's note: It's chapter 2 of fanfiction that I had in my head a really long time. It's longer than first one. The big romance starts in the next chapter ;D.

You just sat on a couch and placed your evening Mac 'n cheese on your lap. Only food could made you feel better right now. You weren't sure if it was a nightmare or it really happened. The tears wanted to go out again. But a smooth voice interrupted you and you had to stop pitty yourself. "Mac 'n cheese, you have a good taste miss Burr." You turned around and saw a Virginian in a magenta shirt. He was holding his own mac 'n cheese bowl. Tears went away, you shouldn't cry in frot of someone who isn't you or your family. "Yeah, I know. Your taste isn't bad too." You looked into his eyes. "Mr. Jefferson, do you want to join me with your bowl? I really appreciate a company right now." More a distraction than a company. But at that moment the company and the distraction were synonyms. He just smiled and sat next to you. "I think we never had time to know ourselves personally. I'm Thomas." In your mind you added The tank engine, but on the outside you took a morsel of your food. "I'm y/n, y/n Burr." You introduced yourself James Bond style and waited if he gets the reference. "I didn't know that I'm sitting next to an agent of her majesty, the agent 007." You lought. He got it. "Okay, you know the reference, so I can talk with you."

He definitely worked as the distraction. Alexander left your mind, you were thinking only about your food and conversation with Thomas. "Good to know, that I passed the test. Shall we play the question?" "Only when I start. Where is James? I were excited to see him, but he isn't here." James was your friend, maybe the first friend you made at college. "I thought that it should be 'You and getting to know each other' but for you." he winked. "His cousin has a wedding and he is his best man. That wedding is next week, but he went there three days ago. That's my answer, you prepare for my question." he winked, again. Was he flirting with you? It was distraction for sure, but it felt weird. Literally a few hours ago you were an engaged woman, but now you're single. Whatever, you should enjoy your time and don't let Hamilton ruins it. "Which field of education are you studying?" You lifted your eyebrow. He formulated that question unusual way. "I wanted to study chemistry at first, but now I am here studying the history, you?" Easy questions, easy answers, that was good. You felt relaxed. You only wanted to know each other. "The law, I'm in the class with Aaron and James." and Alexander. Why the most people you ever met were lawyers or studying law. "I'm living with lawyers, this could be useful." You thought aloud. You didn't realize that Thomas was sitting nearer than before. "What happened? Why are you living with us now, Aaron don't want to tell me." There it went, you were thinking about him. Part of you wanted to run back to him and passionately kiss your ex spouse. The other part wanted to cause him so much pain, not a physical pain, but mental pain. The mental pain were the worst pain. "Are you okay y/n?" You blinked fast, while swinging your head in the agreement. "You don't have to answer if you don't know." He sounded worried, but he was scared, he didn't know what to do. "I'm gonna give the answer, I need to tell it. It will free my mind, little, but still..." You looked up at him and smiled. "I'm listening, I'm willow, you can say me anything." he assured you. You started, talking about it should satisfied you. "I have... had spouse. His name is Alexander Hamilton, you must know him, he studies law. We were engaged for six months." Inside your head was a voice saying don't cry, don't cry. "I broke up with him today, because he was cheating on me. The whole six months, maybe longer. When I met him, I knew he was mine, he said he was mine, I thought he was mine. But the whole time he was seeing other woman. My heart is in more than a million pieces. I cannot be with him, never again. He can't gain my trust again, I'm not stupid. He will never be the saint." You stopped and your eyes were in the tears. You loved him, you still loved that bastard. All of sudden Thomas hugged you like he was feeling your pain and trying convince pain to go away. "Thank you Thomas. Sorry, I'm a messy mess." "Shh... It's okay, you need to calm down. Remember, whatever you need, call me. After all, we are living in the same house and it makes us a weird kind of family." He made you laughed, but the tears of broken heart were still falling down your face. You stood up. "I need to sleep, I promised Angelica, that I'll go out with her on Saturday and it happend to tomorrow." _________________ "Men are arrogant idiots-." "Angelica, calm down. When Hamilton is a jerk, it doesn't mean all of them are like him." Your best friend, Angelica Schuyler, were the whole affair taking really bad, was it possible to be more mad then you were? Obviously yes. "You should be like me, date girls. We are not penis-thinking Neanderthals." You sighed. "You know that I am not into girls, I told you so many times." Angie smiled brightly and placed your hand in hers. "And if you change your mind you know where to find me." She winked, yesterday Thomas and now Angie. It helped you, in a weird way flirting helped you not thinking. You were convinced to avoid Alexander and to find a man, so he'll be mad. You sent Angelica an air kiss and winked back at her. "I think Ellie would appreciate your address more than me." You were playing the matchmaker. There was a horrified expression on Angie's face for a second. "Let's change the subject. Okay, it's good idea Anglica." She talked to herself. "Y/n, who are going to take to the Blue's charity ball, when Alex is out of the picture? I know it's soon, but you have to go there with someone." You smiled and sipped out of your black coffee. "If we were in the TV show, I would say something like, 'To be continued'. But we are in the real life, so I'm saying. It's going to be a surprise." There was Thomas saying call me whatever you need in your mind. And you were going to use his services.

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le-sejour · 7 years ago

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Folly

Words: 1383

Pairing: some very slight Thomas Jefferson x Reader

World: Modern/College AU

Warning: cursing, mentions of furry porn, seductive turtle, Theatre Kid! Alexander, vague to no plotline: just actual stupidity w some romance if you squint

Prompt: Inspired by real chats and true events. One of my greatest friends seriously makes me think of a modern day Alexander Hamilton... Also, he’s a gold mine of hilarious fuck ups and I’m glad I’m there to witness it.

A/N: sweats I’M WORKING ON THE ORGY FIC, ASSUMPTIONS PT2 aND UNDER ARREST I SWEAR I JUST NEEDED TO GET THIS OUT OF MY SYSTEM and also to let u know i’m still alive LMAO

Enjoy~

MacNCheezy: Hey, doll

You: Yes, T?

MacNCheezy: You wanna make $10?

You: I’m not selling drugs for you, Thomas.

MacNCheezy is typing…

Pulling your [h/l] [h/c] hair into a low ponytail, you laughed as the chat window informed you that Thomas was writing and rewriting his response. It was amusing to see him flustered, even if you couldn’t actually see him. The thought of his indignant huffing and puffing was enough to brighten the already shitty day you’ve just had.

Thomas stared into his phone with disbelief. Here he was, genuinely trying to help a friend out (he’ll end up benefiting from this anyway, but, shh) and you were being impudent! The nerve of some people, honestly.

You: Oh, you would know a lot about the drug market, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?

He considers on sending the message then and there, but knew you would jump at the opportunity to Fight™ so he quickly types in his initial intentions.

But your connection to sketchy trades is not why I’m here. I have a commission for you.

ItsKittenBitch: Oh? Yknow I’d rather fuck a cactus than get into bed w you, baby boo.❤️

ItsKittenBitch: Besides, $10 is cheap, even for a corner street hooker.

ItsKittenBitch: Up your game, Teej, and I’ll maybe consider holding ur hand. 😘

The mocaccino incarnate drags his hand over his face in irritation. Why was he asking you again? Oh, right, you were actually more tolerable than the squad you liked to hang around. And also Jemmy was still too sick to help him out.

You: Will you be serious for once, [F/Name]? I’m in a tight spot.

You rolled your eyes as your fluffy haired friend described the situation to you. He lamented over how he had to take care of James while he was swamped with papers for his major and his part-time gig at a local online publication.

You: So you’re basically asking me to be a ghostwriter for a ghostwriter? 👀 👀

MacNCheezy: Yes, [F/Name], that’s exactly what I’m asking you to do.

You: What do I get out of it?

MacNCheezy is typing...

You: I’m kidding, Thomas. Don’t get your hair curlers in a notch.

You: I know I get $10 for 500 words. I’ll do it.

You: But I’m also expecting ice cream and mac and cheese for this.

MacNCheezy: If you wanted a date that badly, you should’ve just asked, sugar. 😏

You: e w, can you not with the emojis, old man? 😩 You trying to be cool is just... sad. 😔

MacNCheezy: Just give the article to me in 3 or so hours, or you’re not getting ice cream.

MacNCheezy: I hear the parlor down the street is having two-scoop Tuesday and it would be a terrible shame for us to miss it.

You: I can get ice cream on my own, ya kno

MacNCheezy: I know for a fact you like being treated to free ice cream because you’re broke, [F/Name].

You: di s gu st i ng. You exploit my weakness for free food.

MacNCheezy: See you in 3 or so hours, sweetheart. 😀 😃 😄 😁 😆 😅 😂 ☺️ 😊 😇 🙂 🙃 😉 😌 😍 😘 😗 😙 😚 😋 😜 😝 😛🤑 🤗 😎 🤡 🤠 😏

You: s T O p 😫😤

It’s been two hours since you’ve been click-clacking away on your laptop, and after agreeing with yourself that you’ve written a decent first draft, you decided to take a break. Drawing one knee up to your chest, you pulled up your web browser and logged onto your Facebook.

Alenhamner Cameltoe: yo [N/Name]!

You: sup non stop kids bop

Alenhamner Cameltoe: I just thought of something

You: wooooah there slow down don’t hurt urself Alex

Alenhamner Cameltoe: Blatantly ignoring that comment fueled by self-hate

I realized why they changed the plot of Anastasia for the stage play.

You: Uh... they did?

Alenhamner Cameltoe: They did.

Rasputin isn't the villain. It's Ramin Karimloo as a violent Bolchevik.

You: huh. Why’d they do that?

Alenhamner Cameltoe: Because...

In the animation, and this was okay for the 90s, right?

Rasputin hates the Tzar over a power struggle so he casts some magic to make the people unhappy and revolt so they kill the Romanovs.

Basically the entire Russian Revolution is because a wizard got mad.

Not because of oppression. Not because of Imperialism..

But because a wizard got mad.

You stared at the screen in slight amusement. Looks like Alex was in his rant days. (You also suspected he was hopped up on several cups of coffee, but you’d let John worry about that.) You shook your head and clicked back to your word document to begin proofreading your piece. You’ll just let him continue to flood your inbox and read over it when he’s done.

After a few minutes of complete silence sans the clacking of your keyboard, you finally realized Alexander had finished telling his story. You read over your piece to make sure it was to your satisfaction before maneuvering back to Facebook.

Alenhamner Cameltoe: So it paints the Romanovs as the heroic victims of this story.

Nowhere does it mention why they were killed and what atrocities were comitted by the aristocracy on the Russian working class.

The plot actually won't hold up today.

Today's audiences wouldn't actually approve of a story like that.

... also you get awesome historical reference lyrics like this.

LINK

The original animation, if released today would be criticized for historical revisionism.

The link opened to another site. You didn’t bother checking the url because it was probably a lyric site or youtube, so you casually scrolled through your newsfeed while it loaded.

A couple of cat videos and a bunch of overused memes later, you found yourself switching to the fully loaded tab.

Boy, you wish you hadn’t because what the fuck.

On your screen sat an anthropomorphic t u r t l e in a very suggestive pose giving you very real, very unnerving bedroom eyes. Chills ran up and down your spine as you checked the url, horrified at learning it was a fucking furry site.

What the fuck, Alexander.

Hastily, you clicked out of that website before going back to your chatbox. You rechecked the site he gave you, wondering if you somehow misclicked. But no, there the link was, bright as day. To a fucking porn site for furries.

You: WhaT thE fU c K, Ha mi lt o n

Alenhamner Cameltoe: I KNOW RIGHT?!

The play might be even better than the animation!

Wait, what am I talking about? Of course the play is already better by comparison because it plays to a more historically accurate context.

You stared at the screen in confusion. Wait, so... he wasn’t pranking you...? Then that meant...

You: yo if yall wanna be furries das fine w me

Alenhamner Cameltoe: Huh?

You: but keep your porn away from me

Alenhamner Cameltoe: ???

!!!!!!!!!

WAIT NO

THAT’S FURRY PORN

REAL LINK

THIS IS ANASTASIA

You: yo I won’t judge ur weird sexual fetishes, boi. Just make sure it’s safe, sane, and consensual.

Alenhamner Cameltoe: NO!!!

NO THAT’S NOT MINE!

THAT’S A PRANK I PLAYED ON JOHN

GOD DAMN IT I RUINED MY HISTORICAL REVISIONISM RANT

You: L M A O

Greatest fails

Alenhamner Cameltoe: I was trying to gross him out for leaving his goddamned turtles out of the cage again.

You: congrats. you only played yourself. 😂

Anyway I gotta go furry boi, Thomas owes me ice cream and mac and cheez

Alenhamner Cameltoe: I’M NOT A FURRY

THAT WAS FOR JOHN!

FOR JO H N !

Cackling madly, you logged off of Facebook. You pulled up your email account and forwarded your finished article to Thomas. Eh, you didn’t bother to proofread it a last time because you knew Thomas would be anal enough to go through it and edit it himself.

ItsKittenBitch: It is I, your savior, telling you that I have sent the feature to your email and demand compensation.

ItsKittenBitch: Now get off your ass and get ready for our date before I change my mind, old man. JemBuns will understand.

Thomas’ triumphant smirk melted into a fond smile as he pocketed his phone, handing James a fresh box of kleenex before getting ready.

#so i made this thing #instead of finishing one of the many wips in my documents folder #i'll finish them someday i swear #lmao #alexander hamilton imagine #alexander hamilton x reader #alexander hamilton #thomas jefferson imagine #thomas jefferson x reader #thomas jefferson #hamilton #hamilton imagine #hamilfics #hamfics

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obiwan824 · 7 years ago

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A Week- Poly! Hamilsquad x Reader x Southern! Democratic Republicans

A/N: The project that’s taken weeks to write, it’s finally done! This is just a little bit of a preview of a series I want to write? Kind of a prequel or introduction? But this took me so long, hope you enjoy!

Monday

“I’m home,” Y/N called, kicking off her shoes and dropping her bag by the door. She swung off her coat and hung it on the hook, smiling as one of her boys appeared around the corner and held out his arms. Snuggling into Herc’s chest she finally felt at home.

“Hi, baby,” he whispered.

“Hi.”

He leaned down and kissed her softly, cute and gentle and sweet. He looked at her with so much adoration that she felt her cheeks heat up the tiniest bit. Laf walked over and joined the hug with a grin. She separated from Hercules and kissed Lafayette’s cheek.

“How was work?”

She let out a huff. “More gossip, more rumors, more writing to be done.”

Alex laughed, coming through the front door behind her and kissing both Laf and Herc’s cheeks. “Don’t I know it.”

John was last, practically running around the corner and into his girlfriend’s arms. “BABY GIRL!”

“John!” she said, teasing him with the same amount of enthusiasm and kissing him. “Get any sketches done?”

He smiled proudly and showed her his colorful hands. “Paintings, actually.”

“I hope you didn’t do it on my desk again.” Y/N groaned playfully. When he looked down sheepishly she frowned. “John, you promised!” When he kissed her again, she shook her head. “Fine, just clean it up, ‘kay?”

“Anything for you, baby girl,” he announced, kissing her one more time before moving on to Alex.

Laf pulled her back against his chest. “I do love having you here, mon cheri.”

“It’s great to be here, Laf.”

“Then don’t leave!” John said, bouncing a bit. Y/N giggled as Alex nodded.

“Yeah, don’t go back to Thomas, he doesn’t need you, we do!”

“Aw, Alex,” Y/N teased, leaning over and kissing his cheek. “Can’t leave my other boys alone- but, for tonight, I’m yours.”

Tuesday

Thomas held her close against his chest. “No, I don’t wanna share you!”

“Baby,” Y/N cooed, raising an eyebrow and smirking. “Don’t you want to see Aaron and Jemmy?”

Thomas frowned. “Fine. But we better not run into Hamilton on our way out.”

She stood up and brushed off her legs with a scowl. “Thomas, you know I need to check on Alex before I go.”

He sighed dramatically as he stood and kissed her cheek. “I’m not going to talk to him.”

“I didn’t expect you to,” Y/N said with a giggle and lacing her fingers with his. Thomas slung her work bag over his shoulder and held her stack of books and papers with his free hand. Y/N had a brown paper bag clutched tightly in her hand. She stopped at Alexander’s office, letting Jefferson stand off to the side, and rapped lightly on the door.

“Come in,” Hamilton called. She entered with a smile. “Y/N, darling!”

She set the bag on his desk as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her for a moment. He laid his forehead against hers and kissed her once more, hands roaming her body. She playfully pushed him away.

“Alex, it’s not your day,” she sang. Alex rolled his eyes before she handed him the bag. “Here.”

“A present?” he teased, quirking an eyebrow and beginning to open it.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “A meal. I know you, you won’t be home until midnight and by the time you finish writing you wouldn’t have had time to eat, and it’ll be too late. I made your favorite.”

He smiled at the Tupperware and kissed her again. “Thanks, sweetheart. Love you. Are you going to check on John?”

She nodded. “Yep, if Thomas stops acting like a child.” She raised her voice at the end, making sure Jefferson could hear her.

“HEY!” he called back to them.

She kissed Alex one more time before walking away. “See you tomorrow.”

“Bye, darling.”

Y/N walked out the door, giving him one last look, reminding him to eat his meal, and closed the door. Thomas had his arms crossed and was wearing a pout.

“You didn’t say you’d be in there for that long!”

“Come on, we still have to give John his meal, then we can go home.”

Jefferson groaned but gave no protest. After checking up on Laurens, Y/N and Jefferson got in the car. Thomas placed all of her things carefully in the back and slid into the driver’s seat, squeezing her hand. Once home, he parked the car in the garage and grabbed her bag.

“I can carry that, you know,” Y/N told him, stepping into the elevator with their fingers laced.

Thomas rolled his eyes as the elevator rose. “I only get to see you every other day, darling, I’m not letting you work hard while I’m around.”

She smiled and took out her keys, holding open the door for her boyfriend, making him frown at her briefly before entering.

“James!” Thomas exclaimed happily, setting down the bag and stepping into Madison’s arms. Y/N grinned at them before walking towards James and pulling him away for a moment to hug him.

“Missed you, sweetheart,” James said softly, pulling her into a small kiss. “Are you staying the night?”

She smiled. “Yep, don’t want to miss an opportunity to talk with my favorite boy.”

“You tell that to all your boys,” someone else said with a teasing tone. Y/N turned around and walked into Aaron’s arms, kissing his cheek as he wasn’t one for lots of physical contact.

“Yes, but I only mean it with you,” she cooed, rubbing his back and snuggling into his shoulder. Thomas and James quickly joined in, not wanting to be left out. Cuddled between three of her boys, there was no place she’d rather be.

Wednesday

“Wednesday’s movie night,” Hercules called, stepping into the apartment with arms full of movies. “We have one each of everyone’s favorites, we don’t have time for everything, we’re watching 2 movies so get your arguments ready!”

Alex jumped up from the couch. He had previously had Y/N’s feet on his legs as she sat in John’s lap, but he quickly pushed them off so he could begin to scream. “We have to watch The Little Mermaid!”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You love that movie more than you love me!”

John rubbed her shoulders and kissed her neck from behind. “He doesn’t love the movie, N/N, it’s Ariel he’s in love with.”

“Great.” she chuckled. “That’s better.”

Laf entered through the door behind Herc, carrying 3 large boxes of pizza. He set the food down and smiled, coming into the living room and holding out his arms.

“I’m home, mon cheris!”’

John jumped off the couch and barrelled into Laf’s arms. “Please don’t let Alex choose The Little Mermaid again, Laf, don’t you love me?” Laurens gave his best puppy eyes.

“Aw, mon amour, it’s beyond my control!” Lafayette kissed the top of his head and opened his arms to Y/N. She stepped into them, putting her arms around his neck and kissing him sweetly.

“Glad you’re home,” she whispered into his hair.

“Glad you’re here,” he replied softly, kissing her again.

“But please, Laf, don’t let him choose again!”

Gilbert laughed. “I’ll do my best.”

Thursday

“Where are we going?”

Thomas pulled Y/N more tightly against his chest. “Well, we can do Chinese, Japanese, Thai, Indian, Mexican, Italian- or we can just run to the store and get another frozen meal.”

Y/N shifted a bit in his lap. “Okay, and when is Aaron coming home?”

“Answer my question and I’ll answer yours.” Thomas poked her nose, making her pout. After she gave him her dinner order he kissed her. “Aaron will be home any minute, and James should be up from his nap soon.”

Sure enough, only a few moments later Madison wandered out of the bedroom and came into the living room. He smiled at the two.

“Thanks for letting me rest, I feel much better.” James sniffed and settled next to them on the couch. Thomas took his hand and Y/N leaned over to kiss his cheek. Madison frowned. “Y/N, you’ll get sick!”

“And I’ll have you to take care of me,” she finished, kissing him on the lips.

“I’m home,” Aaron called, walking in. “I brought home enough ingredients for Thomas to make mac and-”

“MAC AND CHEESE!” Thomas exclaimed, shaking Y/N a bit. “Guys, Aaron is my favorite person ever!”

Y/N rolled her eyes and got off of Thomas, kissing Aaron’s forehead. “What have I told you about spoiling the children.”

“Sorry, darling,” Aaron replied, smiling.

Friday

She snuggled into Herc’s chest. “I don’t wanna go to sleep.”

He kissed the top of her head. She smiled as John rubbed her shoulders. “Why not, sweetheart?”

“‘Cause tomorrow I have to leave you again.”

“Yeah,” Alex piped up from John’s other side. “Why not stay?”

Laf smiled. “Come on, mon amour.” He reached for Y/N’s hand and squeezed it over Hercules. “Then you get to go and hang out with Thomas and James and Aaron!”

She grinned back. “Yeah. And then Sunday I’ll be back. Okay, goodnight.”

Saturday

“You shouldn’t snuggle with me, Y/N,” James reminded his girlfriend, watching with a fond smile as she moved closer to him.

“You’re always sick, cuddling has never killed me before!”

Madison shook his head. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Aaron came in shortly, finding his spot at Y/N’s other side and spooning her. “Goodnight. Thomas will be in soon.”

She rolled her eyes. “He’s almost as bad as Alex, I doubt he’ll be here at all.”

“You have so little faith in me!” Jefferson piped up, coming in with an easy smirk on his face. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

Sunday

She took the pregnancy test between her hands, studying it slowly. She felt her vision go a bit blurry, her world crashing around her.

It was positive.

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ficsforforever · 8 years ago

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It's like a tricycle (James Madison x Reader)

Modern AU!

Dating James Madison was essentially equal to dating Thomas Jefferson. You might as well have been dating both of them. Everywhere the two of you went Thomas came along. Even on your anniversary date last year.

You had just stopped in to the law firm both of them worked in. You didn’t normally stop in while James was working but he had just gotten over a pretty bad cold and you knew one more day of soup would help him. You had made sure to make Thomas a sandwich too knowing James would be in Thomas’s office at lunch. You were buzzed in by the receptionist and you made your way to the elevator. You were next to a man about the same height as you. He had black hair pulled into a ponytail and glasses on. You smiled over at him politely as you stepped on.

“Which floor?” He asked smiling back.

“Oh um flour nine please.” You thought back to where James told you he’d be.

“Same as me. So I’ve never seen you here before. I’m Alexander Hamilton.” He introduced holding a hand out.

“(Y/F/N). I’m bringing lunch for my boyfriend.” You shook his hand.

“Lucky guy.” He laughed, “my wife just gives me a bag of food in the morning.”

“Normally I wouldn’t but I thought he’d appreciate something. Since he didn’t bring anything with him today.” You laughed along with him.

As you got to the right floor he let you out first. You stood in place for a minute. You couldn’t remember where Thomas’s office was. Looking down left and right it looked exactly the same. You glanced over at the man you met.

“I’m sorry but could you tell me where Thomas Jefferson’s office is?” You asked watching as his face fell.

“Yeah sure. It’s the third door on the left down that hall.” His friendly demeanor was gone and he seemed disappointed.

“Oh well thank you.” You kept your smile as you walked down the hall.

You followed his instructions seeing the name Jefferson in gold lettering on the door. You could hear James coughing from out here. You knocked making sure you were smiling when Thomas opened the door. His eyes widened seeing you but he gave you a genuine smile after a moment.

“(Y/N) I didn’t except you to be here.” He laughed letting you in.

“Well I noticed neither of you had lunch this morning and James is still getting over his cold so I brought food.” You explained sitting down the bag of food.

James stood quickly as you walked over and kissed his cheek. He gave you a radiant but nervous smile. He always was so nervous. You got out his soup and some medicine handing them to him along with a thermos of tea. James thanked you kissing your cheek as he opened the soup to see his favorite. Thomas was standing awkwardly behind his desk as you turned to him.

“Oh Thomas here. I made you lunch too.” You smiled handing his a brown paper bag that had a turkey and Swiss sandwich, Mac and cheese, and some veggies.

He raised an eyebrow at you opening the bag. As he took things out his smile got wider and wider. He laughed at the Mac and cheese in a little cup. He thanked you sitting down and digging in as you took your own lunch out. You spent your lunch hour with them joking around and spending as much time with James as possible. As the hour came to an end you packed everything up, gave James a kiss, and hugged Thomas goodbye. You gave a smile to the man from earlier waving as you left.

Later that day Alexander couldn’t control himself. He could not understand why someone like you would be with Jefferson. He needed to say something. He strutted over to where Jefferson and Madison were talking getting the last cup of coffee for the day. He stopped clearing his throat. Thomas turned to him raising an eyebrow and glaring.

“Can I help you Hamilton?” He asked the malice present in his usually charming voice.

“I was just wondering how you managed to get someone like (y/n). You know you being an asshole and all.” He instigated.

“What are you talking about? How do you even know (y/n)?” He asked confused now.

“I met them earlier today. Really nice. I can’t see how you could get someone like that Jefferson.” He kept going staring Jefferson down waiting for him to explode.

What happened next caught Alexander off guard. Jefferson started laughing harder than anyone had ever seen. Alexander was staring confused out of his mind. He glanced as James who’s blush could be seen shining through his dark skin. He was even more confused now. Jefferson stopped laughing and wiped the tears from his eyes.

"What the hell was that?" Alexander asked confusion on his features. "Well ask James here." Thomas chuckled his hands on his hips. "Well um, I'm the one that's dating (y/n) not Thomas." James said pride in his usually anxious voice. ~~ "And then he asked me what I did to get you and James was all like 'um (y/n) is dating me' and I died laughing." Thomas told you the story that night as the three of you sat watching a movie at James and Thomas's house. "That's hilarious. But if you think about it, it's like I'm dating both of you. Except it's actually just Thomas third wheeling us." You mused smiling softly. James pulled you closer away from Thomas. He knew Thomas would never try and take you from him. That didn't meant Thomas wasn't everything James wasn't. He worried you might want the change one day. All of those thoughts melted away however as you moved to sit in his lap. He wrapped his arms around you as you settled in. "Excuse me I am not third wheeling you. We are like a tricycle. All three of us are needed to make this relationship work." Thomas protested.

#James Madison #James madison x reader #thomas jefferson x reader #alexander hamilton #Hamilton

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im-way-too-many-fandoms · 8 years ago

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The Lotto (TJeff x Reader) (Part 1/?)

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

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Trigger Warnings: Lottery (I don´t know, maybe?), Cruises, giant Thunderstorms

Description: You win the lotto and go on a cruise with your best friend. Suddenly there´s a giant Thunderstorm. I suck at descriptions, because I don´t want to tell you the ending of this chapter and I should stop rambling… If you like it please reblog! ;D Oh! And tell me if you were able to find the In The Heights and Supernatural reference.

Words: 769

Y/N … Your Name

Y/F/N … Your Friends Name

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You couldn´t believe it! You won the lotto! You quickly looked at the ticket, 96 000$! And you only won, because your friend told you to do it, just for fun of course, but you never would´ve thought that you could actually win! You and Y/F/N imagined as young kids already what you would do in case you two won the lotto. Of course, you lived in the Washington Heights and you both never thought you could get out of there, but you secretly wished for it, even though you love everyone there.

“Come on Y/N, don´t stand there like that! You just won the lotto!”, Y/F/N pulls you by your arms to the kiosk, in which you two bought the lottery ticket. “What are going to do with the money?”, she asked you, while got the 96 000$. “I-…I don´t know…”, you answered. Oh, you had many ideas, you just didn´t know what to do with all that money. Then, from a moment to another, you knew what you had to do. You grinned at Y/F/N.

“Let´s go on a cruise together.”

A few days later, you bought two tickets for a cruise to Paris. Y/F/N always wanted to go see the city. You preferred the history of Paris, the French Revolution, Napoleon, the history of Notre-Dame and such. But the most interesting part was Thomas Jefferson. You didn´t know why, he just achieved so much, for example he was one of the founding fathers, he became the third president of the United States and he brought Mac and Cheese to America just to name a few. Of course there are still his looks, his black, unruly hair, his beautiful dark skin and just his whole stature. And last but not least, his knowledge of France, Politics, Economy and books.

You lose your train of thoughts as you come to your studio, which you share with Y/F/N. In your room, you start packing. “Y/N! What should I wear for the cruise?”, Y/F/N cries out of her room. “Just take something!”, you respond, “It´s not like we´re going in some fancy restaurant.” “But, what if there´s a cute boy?” “Well, he shouldn’t concentrate on you appearance, but on your inside.”, you hollered back. “I guess you`re right Y/N…Thanks!”, she laughed. You grinned at yourself as you continue to pack everything.

Finally, a week after you bought the tickets, you stood in front of the gigantic cruise ship. You run to your families and bid them your good-byes. Y/F/N and you stand on the deck and wave your families until they vanish in the distance. Thankfully, you got two conjoined rooms, so you wouldn´t disturb other passengers with walking around the deck, trying to find the others room.

The next morning you wake up and immediately have to stifle a laughter to not wake Y/F/N up. She is sleeping with her legs on the pillows and her head on the end of the bed with her arms wrapped around herself. Oh, and she´s drooling. You quickly take a picture before she wakes up. Suddenly, you hear thunder. Y/F/N startles and wakes up. “Merry Christmas!”, she mumbles, still half asleep. You slowly stand up and walk to the window and look outside. Your eyes widen. “Y/F/N? Please tell me there isn´t the mother of storms coming towards us!”, you ask, panicking. She scrambles out of bed abruptly and rushes to your side. “Oh.”, her eyes widen as well as she notices the giant storm coming towards the ship. “Yeah, oh!”, you rush to your stuff and take out your jacket. “Wait, where are you going?!”, Y/F/N shrieks at you, while you put on your T-Shirt, jacket and some jeans. “I have to get to the captain! ´Cause, maybe he didn´t notice, but um, hey, there´s a giant storm coming towards us!”, you answer sarcastically as you pull the door to the deck open. “But what if you fall of the boat?”, she starts to panic too. “I won´t, ok? I´ll be right back!”, you try to soothe her. She hesitates. “Fine, but be careful!” “I will be.”, you yell behind your back as you sprint out the door onto the deck. Just now you realize that the lighting is the color purple. That´s weird… You think to yourself. You are so lost in your thoughts, that you don´t realize, that there is a giant wave coming from the side of the boat. You see it coming, but it´s too late! You get washed over the railing and you can still feel your body plunging into the water.

Everything around you turns black.

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A/N: This was my first Fanfiction and I know, there isn´t any Thomas in here right now, but I´m writing on the second part and he´s going to be in that part, so yeah… I hope you liked it even though he wasn´t in it yet! :D

#tjeff x reader #fanfic #hamilton #fanfiction #thomas jefferson #mia tries to write

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main-shit · 8 years ago

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Does Jefferson Know? ~ Lafayette

Prompt #9 - "Does Jefferson know?" Time - Hamiltime Triggers - Google translate, mention of sex and, an overprotective Thomas I sit on the sofa in the parlor as I wait for Lafayette to return home. I read through the letter I received from the doctor over and over again. I can't help but look at a single word as I skim over it a final time. 'Pregnant' I think to myself as I stand up to get a glass of water. "What will Laf think of me when I tell him?" I say aloud grabbing a glass out of the cabinet. "Tell me what?" I hear and turn quickly to see Lafayette standing in the doorway to the kitchen. "It's nothing you need to know about right now." I say and turn back around to continue fixing a glass of water. "Is it about this paper that I found on the sofa in the parlor?" he asks and I freeze in my place, "Did you read it?" I ask worried that he read it and was mad. "No it was addressed to you and I respect your privacy, unless you wanted me to read it." he says and I sigh in relief. I walk over to him and take the letter from his hands and walk back into the parlor with my water and the letter. I take a sip of water as I sit on the sofa then set the glass down on the coffee table in front of me. I pat the space on the sofa next to me as Lafayette walks into the room with a glass of water of his own. He sits next to me and I huff in frustration. I want to tell him, I know he'll be fine with me being pregnant but the real problem is my brother. Thomas Jefferson, he will flip if he finds out Lafayette and I had sex. He hates that I want to court anyone at all, he is however fine with the fact that my courter is Lafayette. That said he will still be very protective of me and end up living with us until the baby is born. I shake my head to myself and Lafayette puts his hand on my forehead. "What are you doing, love?" I ask and he looks confused. "I asked you if you were feeling well and you shook your head so I was checking for a temperature, but you don't feel hot. Well, hotter than normal." he says and winks at me, I roll my eyes and smile at him taking in a deep breath. "Laf, I have something I need to tell you..." I say and cringe at how nervous I must look. "What do you need to tell me mon amour?" he asks and I sigh handing him the letter. "Instead of telling you I'm going to let you read it for yourself." I say as he takes the letter from my hands slowly. I pick up my water and take a large gulp of water as I see his eyebrows raise and his eyes widen. "Y-you're p-pregn-nant?" he asks stuttering and I nod my head slowly. "I don't know what to say..."he says pausing then he asked me a question I dreaded answering, "Does Jefferson know?" I shake my head quickly and he frowns shaking his head lightly. "You need to tell him, he is ton frère." he tells me and I sigh because I already know this. "I know mon cher. I'm dreading telling him, je ne veux pas le faire" I say and he nods his head "Je comprends, but you must. He'll find out on his own when he comes to visit." Laf says and I put my head on his shoulder. I huff and stand up and walk to the door before saying, "I'm going to see Thomas, would you like to come with me?" he nods and gets up and follows me out the door and to Thomas' house which is a few blocks down from ours. We get to the door and I knock with my free hand(the other is holding the letter). Sally answers and I smile at her, "I'm here to see Thomas. Is he home Sally?" I ask her and she smiles at me telling us he's in his office. "Thank you Sally. I'll walk up and see him." I say and lead Lafayette to Thomas' office door. We stand there for a moment, then I knock and he doesn't answer right away. "Sally I can't talk right now I have to keep working on my plan to destroy Hamilton's career." he says through the door and I barge in not caring about his privacy anymore. "No you don't!" I yell and he turns around and sees both me and Lafayette. "I'm sorry you weren't meant to hear that." he says and turns back around to continue working. "Look at me Thomas! I have something important to tell you!" I yell at him and he stands up walking over to me and Lafayette. Both of them tower over me and tell both of them to sit down. "Thomas I have some news that may be either good or bad for you!" I say and he rolls his eyes. "Okay I know you didn't just do that but I'll continue anyway. I was dreading telling you this for a reason. Thomas.... I-i'm p-pregn-nant....." I say and he stares at me with his mouth open. "Who's is it?" he asks and I sigh at how obvious the answer is. "Thomas are you dense? It's Lafayette's, you idiot." I say and he turns to look at Lafayette. "You..." he looks at me then back to Lafayette, "And.... My baby sister....... had..... you know what?" he asks and I put my head in my hands. "Yes! Yes, Thomas we had sex!" I yell at him and he stands and walks over to me. He hugs me tightly then picks me up. "Thomas, I swear to the Lord! Put me down!" I yell and flail trying to get down but he just holds me tighter. "My baby sister is all grown up!" he says and spins in circles with me still in his arms. "Thomas, remember I'm pregnant. I get nauseous easily." I say and he quickly stops which makes it worse. He sets me down gently and walks over to Lafayette. He whispers something to Lafayette. Laf shakes his head quickly after that and I laugh at Thomas. "Are you trying to scare my husband Thomas?" I ask and he takes my hands in his and kisses them. "I'm just making sure you'll be alright living with 'him'" he says motioning to Lafayette. "I'll be fine Thomas. Now let's have some celebratory mac 'n cheese!" I say and he runs downstairs. Me and Lafayette slowly walk down to the dining room and see three heaping bowls of mac 'n cheese at the table. "You already had some made?" I ask him and he nods. "You know me, I'm surprised that you're surprised." he says and we all laugh. - (A/n) - So this one is really fricking long and I'm sorry if you don't like long x reader stories. I really like this one even though it probably terrible because of how early in the morning I wrote this. I hope you enjoyed reading this! ^-^ Have a great day!

#hamilton #x reader #lafayette #thomas jefferson #oneshot #pregnant #fluff

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iwrotemywayto-revolution · 8 years ago

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Inconceivable

Request: okay I can’t find it but basically it asked for jefferson cheating on the reader and the reader going to the rest of the hamilsquad for comfort.

Pairings: past Jefferson x reader, platonic hamilsquad x reader

Warnings: cheating, mac n cheese, some swearing in multiple languages, the title is a reference to the princess bride

Word count: 1,851

A/N: I tried to make the reader gender neutral, so I hope that worked! Also fils de pute is french for son of a bitch and mierda is spanish for shit.

It was a warm Friday afternoon and you were exhausted but happy when you finished work early. You checked your watch as you headed towards the subway station, figuring you had enough time to grab something special for dinner.

Maybe some of the mac n cheese from the little restaurant on the corner, you decided. Thomas would be home and you wanted to surprise him.

You and Thomas had been together for two years, ever since you met at one of the Schuyler sisters’ galas. He had insisted on getting you a drink and inviting you to dance to whatever pop song had been blasting out through the speakers in sharp contrast to the couples waltzing on the dance floor.

“That’s not even slightly right, Alex,” you pointed out, “If you completely dismantle a system you have to have something in place to pick up the pieces-”

Alex looked like he was about to argue back when someone behind you caught his attention. “Thomas,” he glared. You glanced over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of a bright purple-y pink coat and a halo of dark hair.

“What are you being wrong about today, Hamilton?” Thomas asked smoothly, idly stirring some kind of cocktail. “Is it everything?”

Alex straightened. “I was being right,” he snapped, “about how much nicer this conversation was before you joined it.”

You laughed and waved as Alex turned to go. “See you later,” you called after him. He grumbled something incoherent in return and you rolled your eyes, heading towards the bar. Thomas followed you.

“What’s someone cute like you doing in a place like this?” Thomas asked, raising an eyebrow. You snorted, surprised at his attentions. People like him didn’t generally try terrible pick up lines on people like you.

“Getting a drink,” you said, accepting your glass from the bartender.

“Might I join you?” He extended his hand, “Thomas Jefferson.”

“Y/N L/N,” you shook it. “Nice to meet you.”

A small French take-out place around the corner from your office made the only non-homemade mac n cheese that Thomas would eat. You waved at the owner, Jean, as you entered and went to order from your friend Lafayette, who was working there on his evenings off.

“Hey Laf,” you grinned.

“Y/N!” He leaned over the counter to give you a clumsy hug, “What can I get you?”

You pretended to consider the menu, “Mac n cheese for Thomas.”

Lafayette’s nose crinkled. “A travesty,” he muttered, voicing the general opinion of Thomas’ love for the cheesy pasta, “and France’s only mistake.”

“I’ll come over to yours with the leftovers tomorrow,” you teased. “I promised I’d come over to wake your hungover asses up anyway.”

Laf made a face and called your order through to the kitchen. “There will be no leftovers,” he pointed out, “because Thomas will eat it all. But don’t you dare bring that near our beautiful apartment.”

Jean came out of the kitchen, mac n cheese in a styrofoam box. Lafayette took it and slid it into a paper bag for you to take. You pulled out your wallet and paid. “See you tomorrow,” you waved as you left.

You hurried down the stairs to the subway, just making your train.

You unlocked the door and headed into your apartment. You couldn’t hear Thomas, so you guessed he must still be at work. His schedule varied so much that he could be home at two in the afternoon one day and ten at night the next.

You slipped off your shoes, shrugged off your jacket, and went to dump the mac n cheese on the side. Yanking out your phone, you fired off a quick text to Thomas.

To: Thomas

I got something nice for dinner- when are you getting home?

You heard the familiar ping of Thomas’ text tone and frowned. Had he left his phone at home again? Wandering through to the bedroom, you kept an eye out for it. It would be just like him, you thought fondly, he would forget his head if it wasn’t attached to his body.

You pushed open the door to your room and headed in, clicking Thomas’ number so you could find the phone by the dial tone.

It rang and you heard Summertime start to play somewhere. You looked up and your mouth fell open. Thomas was in bed with someone else. You still held the phone to your ear, and it was still ringing.

“Thomas?” you asked, feeling very far away.

He sat up, clutching the sheet to his chest as though it would hide what had been going on. Beside him, a guy sat up, wearing one of Thomas’ shirts half buttoned.

“Y/N-” Thomas gasped “this isn’t-”

“You’re a dick,” you choked out. You stalked forward and punched him in the jaw, before whirling round and all but running out, pausing only to grab your jacket and keys. You let the door slam shut behind you and were dialling Lafayette before the elevator doors had even closed.

“Hey Y/N!” Laf said cheerily as he picked up, “Good timing- I just finished my shift-”

“I’m coming over,” you interrupted, surprised at how steady your voice was. Damn, you wanted to throw something. All you could see was Thomas’ surprise when you found him, your mind replaying the moment when the guy beside him sat up in bed, curly hair in disarray and mouth kiss-swollen.

Thankful that you had forgotten to take your key for Laf and Alex’s apartment out of your jacket, you all but ran down the street towards their building. People gave you weird looks as you passed them, and you could hear Laf’s concerned voice in your ear.

You hung up and clicked the buzzer that was neatly labelled “G. Lafayette and A. Hamilton” and waited. When they had first moved in, you remembered Lafayette trying to fit his whole name onto the label, and Alex complaining.

“It’s a stupid name!” Alex said childishly, ripping up their third paper slip, “And it won’t fit.”

Lafayette drew himself up to his full height. “Nobody calls Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette stupid.”

“Nobody’s got the time,” you pointed out, and handed them both a coffee. John followed you through from the kitchen, two more coffees in hand. You had agreed to help them unpack and get started on setting up, but so far they had mostly bickered about where to put things.

“You do realise we’re all going to end up living here?” John pointed out as he hopped up to sit on the counter, “This place is fucking brilliant.”

Laf only raised an eyebrow and sipped his coffee. “I would hope so.”

You unlocked the door and walked into their apartment. Shrugging off your coat, you threw it over the back of one of the chairs in the kitchen.

“Y/N!” Hercules yelled, pulling you into a crushing but brief hug. “It’s been ages since you’ve got your ass over here.”

You grinned. You could never stay sad around Herc. “It’s not my fault you’re always out when I come over.”

“We put the game on,” Herc said, and you followed him over to the couch. Laf patted the space beside him and you threw yourself down between him and Alex.

“What happened?” Laf asked, “You said you were not coming tonight- you bought that mac n cheese-”

You swallowed thickly. “I wasn’t going to. But when I got home, Thomas was in bed with some guy-”

“Oh mon chou,” Lafayette sighed sadly, “I’m sorry.”

Alex walked through, empty mug in hand. He’d been working on an article all day- you could tell by the crease in his shirt from where he leaned against the desk and the way he blinked in the light of the living room. “What’s happened?”

“Thomas- that fils de pute- has been cheating on Y/N,” Laf explained just as John walked through.

“Mierda,” he breathed. “That dick.”

Alex looked furious and picked up his laptop. “I’ll fight him-” he promised, sitting down beside you and opening twitter, “by tomorrow no one in the whole country will want to touch him-”

“Thanks,” you laughed, gently closing the lid, “but I’ll settle for watching a movie with you guys and forgetting about it.”

“You sure?” John asked, looking worried. You nodded and he settled on a bean-bag beside Herc, who had already opened a bag of crisps. He offered them round as Laf stuck The Princess Bride in the DVD player.

You let yourself relax, focusing on the screen. Alex rested his head on your shoulder, muttering under his breath about what he would tell Jefferson at work on Monday.

Laf unfolded a blanket and threw it over the three of you, then threw a spare cushion at John. It hit his head and, without a pause, he turned and threw it back.

You laughed and joined it, throwing one at Herc, who smoothly ducked without looking away from the screen. “Terrible aim, Y/N,” he said.

“Oh?” you grinned, “test me with a nerf gun and you’ll regret it-”

Herc shook his head. “No one will risk you with a nerf gun,” Laf pointed out, stealing a handful of crisps from Herc, “we value our lives.”

Alex fell asleep first, snoring softly into your shoulder. Laf went next, draping himself across your lap, his hair coming out of its bun. “So much for a late night,” John laughed, “they didn’t even make it to the end of The Princess Bride.”

He got up and took the DVD out, stuffing it back into the case. Herc stretched, groaning as his muscles popped. “What should we do about them?” you asked, nodding to Alex and Laf.

“We’ll all pile on my bed,” John decided, slipping an arm around Alex and lifting him up. Alex grumbled but clung onto John, curling his fingers into John’s shirt. Herc helped Laf up and the two of you helped him stumble down the hall to John’s room.

John’s bed was massive. He set Alex down on it and disappeared to get pyjamas for him. Herc disappeared to get his and Laf’s, and you were left to stop Alex falling back asleep.

John came back with two pairs, handing you a blue set. “I think those might fit you,” he offered, and you left to get changed.

Everyone was changed by the time you got back. Alex was in the middle of the bed, still holding onto John, who had curled up beside him. Laf flopped down and Herc lay beside him. You squeezed in and tugged at the duvet so some was covering you.

“Night,” you said sleepily as you reached to turn out the light.

“Night,” came a muffled reply. You lay down and closed your eyes, thankful to have your friends with you, knowing you would have spent the night alone and angry if you had stayed home.

Now you knew that Herc and Laf would go back to your apartment with you in the morning and help you either kick Thomas out or collect your stuff. Alex would roast him on twitter in a fifty-one part rant, and John would make your favourite food for dinner.

It was more than enough.

#hamilton x reader #hamilsquad x reader #platonic hamilton x reader #platonic reader insert #thomas jefferson x reader #alexander hamilton x reader #john laurens x reader #hercules mulligan x reader #lafayette x reader #hamwriters

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puns-and-fics-has-moved · 8 years ago

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9 with Jefferson x Madison please

here you go :D

Word Count: 475

Warnings: none, just fluff

“Are you sure you have to go to work today?” Thomas asked, holdinghis boyfriend’s hands to keep him from walking out the door.

“Yes,” James coughed. “I have a huge presentation to givetoday.”

Thomas placed his wrist on his boyfriend’s forehead. He wasrunning a fairly low temperature, but he still shouldn’t have to work.

“Make sure you come home at lunch, okay? As soon as you’redone your presentation,” Thomas said, pulling James in for a hug. He kissed hishead. “I love you. Try to take care of yourself.”

“Try not to worry about me,” James countered, and left.Thomas pouted as soon as his boyfriend was out the door.

He tried to think of all the things that could cheer him up;cuddling, onesies, movies… mac n’ cheese.Grinning, Thomas went into the kitchen to start making his favouriterecipe.

Things weren’t going his way, however. First, heaccidentally dumped a cup of milk and half a bag of flour on is pants. Hedecided to take them off and place them in the sink to wash later. Then, theoven, definitely on its last legs of life, caught fire while trying to heat up,and Thomas had to run and grab the fire extinguisher. Luckily the mac n’ cheesehadn’t been put in yet. When he did put it in, he decided to put on some musicand set the table for when James would get home. Half way through this,however, the fire alarm pierced his eardrums for the second time that day andhe had to run back to the oven, extinguish the fire, and pull out the mac n’cheese, which was, thankfully, unscathed. As he pulled it out, though, a hot globof cheese fell out onto his foot, and he jumped in surprise, dropping hisdelicacy, which splattered all over the floor.

Frustrated tears burning his eyes, Thomas sat down on thefloor, curling his knees up to his chest. How hard was it to do something nicefor his boyfriend?

At this thought, James came in the door, coughing. He turnedinto the kitchen and saw his boyfriend curled on the floor, naked from the waistdown, a charred oven, fire extinguisher fluid spattered everywhere, and mac n’cheese all over the floor. He would have laughed if Thomas wasn’t so distraught.

“What happened?” James asked.

“Since you’re sick, I thought it would be nice if you camehome to mac n’ cheese…” Thomas mumbled, ashamed.

“At what point didyou think this was a good idea?” James asked, gesturing to the pants in thesink.

“I’m so sorry, Jemmy,” Thomas said, looking up at hisboyfriend.

James crossed the kitchen and sat next to his boyfriend,pulling him into a hug. “You’re an idiot,” James laughed, coughing slightly. “ButI love you.”

#jeffmads

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