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knowltonsrangers · 6 months

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1776!Thomas Jefferson x reader

[a/n: after a rewatch of 1776 last night, I cannot help myself.]

The echo of the front door shutting over rouses you slightly, but not enough to pull you to complete consciousness. There wasn't enough urgency to yank you from your warm prison, bundling deeper into the sheets when you hear someone begin to ascend the stairs.

Feeling yourself visibly pale, your eyes blink open, scrambling so quickly to get out of bed that you fall out of it with an agonizing thump.

"y/n?"

Your bedroom door swings open, the voice in question laced with concern as you struggle to unwind yourself from the blankets on the floor, curiously peaking over the edge of your bed to catch a glimpse of the intruder.

"Thomas?"

You whisper, surprised at first, your heartbeat finally quelling when you meet his worried gaze.

"Why on earth are you on the floor?"

"I-uh, hang on,"

Silently cursing yourself for twisting yourself so deep into the blankets to seek warmth, you finally break free as Thomas rounds the bed, staring down at you, amused.

"I was cold, can you blame me?"

Almost a whine, you stand off the floor, running past the discarded sheets to give the redhead a hug.

"y/n, I-oof!"

Your arms come around his waist, pressing greedily to his chest to try and reclaim some of the warmth you've been missing.

"Missed me that much, did you?"

"Mhm, that would be correct."

"I was trying to get inside without waking you, but I guess instead I scared you,"

His hand runs up and down your back, dead tired and ready to crawl into bed and never leave it. But he knew better, he had to be back to work in the morning, yet escaping his responsibilities for just a few hours wouldn't be any harm.

"That's alright. I'm sure you're tired,"

Pulling away slightly, your hands rest on his chest, peering up at him as he nods his head.

"As much as I'd love to sit and talk with you, my y/n, I do not think I will be good company. I can hardly keep my eyes open as we speak."

You pause, just for a brief moment, when a smile finds its way to your lips.

"Sit,"

You instruct, motioning to the edge of the bed as Thomas wastes no time in obliging, beginning to take off his boots as you gather the blankets from the floor.

"I assume you’ll be back to it in the morning?" You ask, but already know the answer.

"Yes. And believe me, I have a very long list of things i'd rather be doing."

He lays back, flat on the bed, feet on the ground, looking over at you curious, as to what you were doing.

"Get in bed properly,"

You laugh, noticing the exhaustion in the mans entire body. He relents, standing on achy joints to his side of the bed, hand reaching for yours to pull you to him.

"I'll miss you,"

A whisper captures your voice once more, back pressed to Thomas' front, his arm around your stomach as the clock ticks onwards into the night.

"I will be here,"

"Same time, tomorrow?"

You blink, a beat passes, and with how still he laid, you thought he had finally succumbed to sleep.

"Always."

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thenonsenseuniverse · 6 years

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Coffee Cups & Leather Jackets pt 4

Hamilton Modern Au Thomas Jefferson x Reader Hamilsquad x Reader PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5 , PART 6, PART 7 Summary: The squad begins to worry as the weekend passes and they still don’t hear any news from you. However, as Monday comes, it means it’s time to return to reality, and for Y/N that means going back to work and facing the boys.

All four members of the Hamilsquad winced at the sound of the door slamming behind you. None of them dared to move from their spot for a solid 2 minutes. It was as if they were waiting for you to come back.

“They’re not coming back, are they?” John muttered, starring at the spot where you once stood.

“Shit,” Alex whispered quietly at first before his face paled with distress. “Shit! We fucked up guys! We fucked up really bad. Tonight was supposed to be a fun night! We were all supposed to laugh and celebrate, not tear each other part. Oh my god, what have we done?”

Hercules placed a hand on his shoulder, and gently lead him to the couch so that he could sit. “We know, Alex. Calm down, we’ll figure something out.”

“Non.” Lafayette breathed as he sat down beside Hamilton. “ ‘e is right. We ignored d’em for two months. D’ey said d’ey were done, and I t’ink d’at d’ey meant it.”

John groaned and sat down on the floor in front of the couch. “If we could just get them to listen! This all just one big misunderstanding. I’m going to call, and try to explain everything.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket but was stopped by Herc snatching it from him.

“No, they need space. We need to give them tonight at least to cool down, and then we can reach out in the morning. We owe them that much.” The tailor smiled at them optimistically. “Things will turn out alright again, we just need to wait. You’ll see, we can work this whole thing out tomorrow.”

Laurens sighed as he flipped the sign open sign for the coffee shop. He glanced at the clock as he walked back over to the guys. You were supposed to be here any minute now. “Do you think they’ll actually come?” He asked as he sat down on one of the bar stools.

Lafayette shrugged as he pressed all the necessary buttons to turn on the various coffee machines. “Je ne sais pas. D’ey are scheduled for today, but I ‘aven’t ‘eard from d’em all weekend.” He paused in thought. “I am worried about d’em.”

Alex scoffed as he threw back one of his four daily espressos. “Well, I say good riddance. They don’t care enough to listen to our side of the story, why should we care about them?” Even though he tried his best not to show it, everyone could tell that he didn’t mean a single word he had just said. The pain that was laced behind those words was too raw for it to be true.

Hercules shook his head and counted out the morning float. “Come on, man. They have every reason to be mad at us. We screwed up. We basically shunned them for two whole months. We could’ve at least popped in once a week to say ‘hi’, or made some plans after work, but we didn’t. Now we have to pay the price.”

Hamilton didn’t say anything in response. He only swallowed down another one of his espressos before beginning his cleaning routine for the shop. They all continued the way they would every other morning, only much quieter. As time passed, they continued waiting for your arrival. Even though you were now half an hour late, they all had hope that you were just stuck in traffic, or that the stormy weather outside had slowed you down. But there was still no sign of you.

As the doorbell jingled, signaling the coming of another customer, Herc sighed from his place behind the counter and turned to face them. “Welcome to 1776, how can I help you to-” He stopped midsentence as he realized who he was talking to. “Y/N?!”

There was no doubt that it was you standing in front of him, however, he was shocked to see that you had changed. Instead of your normal colorful outfits with playful prints, you were dressed more elegantly. You had on black jeans, that were rolled up past your ankles. An ivory colored, v-neck shirt was only half tucked into the pants, as the other hung loosely by your side. It was all covered by a long, cream-colored coat, that had a single black button for if you decided to close it. On top of all of that, it seemed that you had also dyed and styled your hair to be more modern.

It wasn’t your appearance that threw them all off, however. It was the ice cold stare you were giving them, along with the distant aurora around you. You only rose an eyebrow in response to them before heading to the staff room to switch your jacket for your apron.

John pointed to the door with a frown. “Is it just me, or did a Y/N, that absolutely did not seem like Y/N just come in?”

As if to answer their question, you walked through the room towards the kitchen. “I’ll be b-baking.” You claimed as you went to do your job. But your voice lacked any of the emotion that it usually did. They waited until they could hear music playing before continuing their discussion.

“I am...Confused.” Lafayette stated causing Alex to snort as he wiped down tables.

“You’re not the only one, Laf. That was not our Y/N. Our Y/N is constantly smiling and wears silly colors and shit. They were always joking around with us and hanging out here with us during the morning shift. There is no way that’s them.”

Herc looked at the kitchen with a pained expression. “Their stutter’s back.” All the other guys fell quiet as he pointed out the small, but important fact. “They’re stuttering around us again.”

John groaned and placed his order pad on the counter. “Okay, something’s up. I’m going to go talk to them, see if I can straighten this whole thing out. Maybe I can get them to hear our side of things.”

When Laurens walked into the kitchen you were already beginning to fold the dough for a fresh batch of croissants. He smiled as he remembered the day that they had finally convinced you to join their team of baristas. You were hesitant at first because you didn’t want to interact with strangers. But one day when you had the squad over for dinner, you gave them some homemade cookies, and after that, they basically begged you to bake sweets for the cafe. You had been apart of their daily routine ever since.

“Hey, Y/N.” John greeted with a smile as he closed the door behind him. You looked over your shoulder at him but said nothing. “I... um... I like your haircut.”

You felt your heart scream at you to hug him, or tell him it’s okay, or anything, but you had to remember Thomas’ training. These boys don’t want you. They were only using you. You sighed and turned to face him. “What do you want John? I’m trying to work.”

He held his hands up in defense at the sharpness of your voice. “I didn’t come in here to fight. I just wanted to talk, you seem...different.”

You scoffed and turned back to your dough. “Oh, d-do I? Are you sure th-that I didn’t j-just change during th-the two months wh-where I apparently didn’t exi-exist?”

John quickly went over to your side in an attempt to get your attention. “Y/N, please. We are so so sorry for what we did to you. But you have to believe me, that it’s not what you think. It’s-”

You closed your eyes in frustration and threw the ball of dough into a bowl. “Please, I don’t want to hear it. I had a really hard time this weekend, and I just want to forget about it all.” You grabbed some flour to start on a new batch of cookies, as you heard the doorbell chime. “You have customer, you need to get back to work.” You finished coolly.

Lauren’s mournfully nodded and left you to do your work. He walked over to Lafayette to help him prepare orders for the customers that were beginning to come in. The french glanced at him and frowned. “I take it d’at it did not go well?” John shook his head, causing Laf to sigh. “We will ‘ave to try again tomorrow. We ‘ave to believe d’at we can get d’em back.”

The rest of the day went by agonizingly slow and was filled with longing glances towards the kitchen. You only left your workspace to re-fill the sweet racks and did a minimum amount of talking with the boys. It was hard, and a part of you just wanted to cave in an forgive them. At those moments you thought of Thomas and knew that you were doing the right thing.

Five minutes before closing, the door rang once again, and Alex groaned when he saw who it was. Thomas Jefferson. He wanted nothing more than to go up to him and tell him to get the hell out. That and rip a hole in that tacky magenta leather jacket of his. But he knew he had to keep his cool if he wanted to keep his job.

Jefferson walked up to the cash and grinned at Hercules. The man glared at him. “What can I help you with?” He gritted out. All of the Hamilsquad, excluding Lafayette, hated this man. He was always sticking his nose where it didn’t belong, and although no one knew exactly what it was, they knew he was up to something at all times.

“Now Hercules, is that any way to talk to a paying customer?” Herc clenched his teeth at the rich man's tone. Lafayette quickly intervened and took over Mulligan's post before a fight could break out.

“What can I ‘elp you with, mon ami?”

Jefferson looked up at the menu and nodded. “I’ll take a tall, non-fat, latte with caramel drizzle. Oh! And a tall, iced, white chocolate mocha with two pumps of cinnamon dolce syrup.”

Each of the boys frowned at the second order. That was your coffee order. It didn’t matter if it was -40 out, you would always get your iced white chocolate mocha. When Alex first saw Jefferson here, he was angry. He thought that he was only here to mock and tease him. But now he was suspicious. Lafayette nodded and wrote the names onto the cups before handing them to Hercules to make.

Thomas leaned against the counter and played with his phone as he waited for the drinks. For the first time that day, you walked out of the kitchen without a tray of sweets in your hands. The squad watched in confusion as you marched up to Jefferson with confidence. You stood in front of him and glared up at him as you crossed your arms over your chest. “What are you d-doing here, J-Jefferson?” The boy's eyes widened at the snarl in your tone.

Jefferson looked down at you with an unimpressed look for a solid minute, before cracking into a grin, and ruffling your hair. “I have to admit, that one was pretty good. We just got a work on that stutter of yours.”

You pouted, threw your arms by your side. “I c-can’t help it! I swear I-I’m cursed or s-something.” Thomas laughed again.

The squad stared at the two in shock. You had barely said a word to them all day, and when you did it was extremely cold hearted. But then Thomas Fucking Jefferson walks in, and suddenly you’re back to your normal self. “I’m sorry,” Alex interrupted with a confused chuckle. “But how do you two know each other.”

The cheerful energy around you was gone in a flash, and you opened your mouth to reply, but Thomas beat you to it. “Y/N and I are close friends. “

John laughed loudly at this and came to Alexander’s side. “Oh, that’s funny. Yeah, no. I’m pretty sure we would’ve known if our best friend was speaking with the likes of you.”

You sarcastically gasped at looked up at Jefferson. “You hear th-that, Tommy! Suddenly I-I’m their b-best friend again.”

He smirked at your sarcasm and mentally congratulated himself on training you so well. “Is that so? Last I checked they had thrown you to the curb like you were trash.” Although his words were more directed to the boys than they were to you, they still hurt.

Hercules growled and stepped forward. “Look, we never meant to hurt you. It’s all just one big misunderstanding-”

“That lasted two months?” Thomas scoffed and wrapped one of his arms around your shoulders. “I find that unlikely. Lafayette silently slid the two coffees across the counter. There was anger in his eyes, but he knew better than to go up against Thomas. He knew what Jefferson’s business was, and he didn’t want to be caught on the bad side of it. Jefferson passed you your coffee and gestured for you to go grab your coat.

Once you left the room, he stared down the squad with unmasked glee. “Y'all screwed up by letting them go. Y/N is an amazing ally to have, but from what I can tell you wouldn’t want to be their enemy.”

Hamilton snarled at him and passed John his mop. He stormed over Thomas and grabbed his jacket to pull him down to his height. “Now you listen here, you obnoxious, self-centered prick. I don’t know what lies you’ve been feeding them, but I am not about to let you steal our friend away from us.”

Thomas smirked at him and pushed him away. “I can’t steal what’s not yours. You four lost them all on your own.” He wound his arm around you as you came back, and walked towards the door. He gave the squad one final mocking wave before taking Y/N and leaving.

Once again the boys found themselves staring at a door you had just walked out of.

“Shit.”

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centrumlumina · 7 years

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snushthings · 7 years

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Pomegranates

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader Warning(s): Thomas is a dick, high school, (mild bullying maybe can you call it that?), fluff Word Count: 2,286

A/N: @scrabblesense loves pomegranates and i was eating some the other day and was inspired by this so here it is its so long-

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History was never a favorite of yours. It was your first class after lunch, and you had begun to look forward to the end of it. Not because of the subject (History was secretly a favorite of yours), or the teacher. No, you probably would enjoy the class if it wasn’t for one curly haired bastard. Thomas Jefferson seemed to have made it his personal vow to annoy you in any way possible. He sat behind you, his long legs taking up the space next to your desk. He would tap your chair and act like he hadn’t. He’d borrow a pencil and never return it. He’d answer questions you had raised your hand for. Hell, on the first day, Thomas even took your name tag place card you had made. He irked you to pieces. Lately, however, he’s been bringing pomegranates to lunch. His lunch lasted through both the actual lunch, and- unfortunately for you- History class. He’d noisily suck on the seeds from behind you, and flick them at your back. You probably wouldn't of noticed if some of the stray seeds hadn’t landed on your papers. Not wanting to make a scene in class, you ignored him the best you could.

It was proving to be hard, as Thomas continuously brought pomegranates every fucking day. Weeks went by where you’d end your day picking the impossibly tiny seeds from your (h/c) hair and mentally cursing out Thomas. It was bad enough to have to deal with him in one class, but suddenly, he appeared in the rest of your 7 classes. And he sat near you at lunch, now. You couldn’t escape from him! Thankfully, his friend Jemmy (you weren’t sure if that was a nickname or his actual name, but you didn't care) was in three of your now shared classes. He accompanied Thomas to lunch, but did nothing to stop his friend from pestering you.

Things got worse when he decided to start spitting the seeds at you. It was the straw that broke the camel's back, and you screamed at him for the first time.

“Can you fucking stop already?!”

Your face was red and everyone in the lunchroom turned to face you. You felt the familiar burn of embarrassment creep up your neck, but you stared Thomas down. He smirked back at you and you almost hit him. An administrator came to escort you away, and you went willingly. In your eyes, you were innocent. Thomas was the one guilty. You spent the rest of your lunch in the office, while Thomas finished up his lunch.

“Isn’t she somethin’, Jemmy?” Thomas mused, toying with the cup of uneaten seeds. He rested his chin on the back of his hand and stared in the direction of where you had left with the admin.

“It’s James.” His friend, James, corrected before he coughed into his napkin. “And I really think you should stop, Thomas. She seemed really upset.” Thomas waved him away before popping a few more seeds into his mouth and sucking them free of their juice. He spit them out on his tray before rising and tossing his garbage in the trash. James followed, saying nothing as Thomas went on and on about you.

When he reached his History class, James left and Thomas took his seat behind you. He smiled as you shot him and angry glare. “Hey.” You snorted and turned back to your papers. Thomas rolled his eyes and brought his cup of seeds out. He popped a few into his mouth and chewed on them for a bit before he spit them at the back of your head. You snapped around and glared at him. “What will it take for you to stop, Jefferson?” You hissed at him through clenched teeth, staring into his dark eyes with a burning fire. “Go on a date with me, (Y/N).” He said, bluntly. You reeled back a bit at that, staring at him with wide eyes. “You’re kidding. You’ve got to be kidding me, Thomas.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “One date and I’ll stop, honest. My momma didn’t raise no liar.” His southern drawl made a comeback as he spoke, leaning forward in his chair to look you in the eye. You stared back skeptically, furrowing your brows as you thought over his question. “Fine. One date. If you don’t stop spitting those god awful seeds at me, I will hit you.” Thomas smiled in triumph, leaning back in his chair. He left you alone for the rest of the class, but grabbed your sleeve. You let the rest of the class filter out before you let Thomas tug you into the hall. You swatted his hand away once you were alone, and looked at him pointedly. “I’ll pick you up at your place. 7. Alright?” Thomas leaned down towards you, and you instinctively leaned away. You wrinkled your nose before pushing him back two steps. “How about we compromise and meet there. I’m not just going to give you my address for one date.” You stare back up at him, daring him to ask for your address again. You crossed your arms around your books and set your jaw. Thomas thought about your question, chewing on his lip as he did. He sidestepped to lean against the lockers, and mirrored your crossed arms. “Fine. Meet me at Red Lobster at 7. Don’t be late, babydoll.” Thomas grinned as he waved at you before pushing himself off the lockers and catching up with James, who had been quietly watching from afar. You sighed, and adjusted your backpack before heading home for the day. You had always gotten the vibe that Thomas never half-assed anything when it came to his looks, and you definitely didn’t want to show up and look under dressed. Your mother gave you a skeptical look when you said you’d be going out that night. She said nothing when you briefly appeared in the living room to grab your phone, just warning you to stay safe. You rolled your eyes before slipping on your jacket and grabbing your phone. You climbed into your beat up old Ford, and headed towards your doom. ________________ You arrived with two minutes to spare, half expecting Thomas to be late. He wasn’t. He was waiting outside in the worst suit you’ve ever seen. It was a tacky shade of magenta, and it seemed to be made of velvet. He was leaning on a cane as he waited, and you debated driving away. It was too late for that option, as he had seen you and waved at you. You wrinkled your nose back at him as you parked; securing your car as you climbed out. After hearing the reassuring chirp, you begrudgingly made your way over to Thomas. He greeted you with another shit-eating grin. “Miss (Y/N).” Thomas smirked and took your hand; kissing your knuckles. You resisted the urge to pull your hand away, and offered him an extremely forced smile. He took your hand and looped it through his arm. You almost laughed at this; What year did he think it was? 1776? Thomas led you inside, and you were ushered by the hostess to a quiet booth in the back. You marveled at how fast you were seated, considering how many people had been waiting. “What did you do, bribe the waitress?” You slipped into your seat with a chuckle, setting your purse aside. You mentally cursed yourself for not removing your various charms and key chains beforehand. You looked so out of place with your Overwatch buttons decorating your purse strap. “Of course not, darlin’. I’ve had this reserved for a week now.” Thomas chuckled and opened his menu. You were caught off guard by this statement; staring at the mass of curls ahead of you. You picked up your own menu and hid the pink dusting your cheeks. He’d been planning this all week? Thomas cleared his throat as a waiter came to your table. You lowered your menu enough so you could look at the waiter unobstructed. “Can I get your drink orders?” You glanced at the menu, deciding to stick with water. Thomas ordered a pepsi, and you rolled your eyes. “Are we ready to order?” Thomas glanced at you, and you nodded. “Yes. I’m gonna have the Wood-Grilled Lobster.” He folded up his menu and handed it to the waiter, who turned to you. “And for you, Ma’am?” “I’ll have the Maple-Glazed chicken.” You offered the waiter a smile as you also folded and handed him your menu. He smiled back and disappeared after saying he’ll be right out with your drinks. After he was gone, Thomas turned his attention to you. You toyed with the fork on your right, refusing to meet his eyes. He cleared his throat, and leaned forward a bit. You were forced to finally look him in the eye. “C’mon, (Y/N). Don’t be so hostile, love.” You snorted, shaking your head. “I didn’t even want to come here, Jefferson. I only came because you promised to stop spitting pomegranate seeds at me.” You stared him in the eye, a small smirk playing on your lips. “But if this is what it take to get you to stop, I guess I have no choice.” Thomas frowned a bit, rolling his eyes. “Call me Thomas.” You ignored his request, taking a sip of the water when it was placed in front of you by the waiter. There was a moment of awkward silence, and Thomas spoke again. “Look. I guess I should apologize for what I did to you.” Thomas scratched the back of his neck, like this form of apology was foreign to him. You scoffed. “(Y/N). It was childish of me. I’m sorry.” You sipped your water quietly, watching the ice shift around your straw. “Can we start over? I promise I’m a great guy after you get to know me. Just ask Jemmy. Er- James.” “..... Fine.” You gave in with a sigh, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Thomas beamed, extending his hand in a mock first meeting. “Hi, I’m Thomas Jefferson.” You eyed his hand for a moment before extending your own. “(Y/N) (L/N).” The rest of the evening went rather well. As it turned out, Thomas really was a good guy. And even more surprising, you both had a lot in common. You felt bad for being so rude to him earlier, and had apologized halfway through your meal. By the time you were finished, you and Thomas were laughing together. As you wrapped up your meal and headed out, Thomas took your hand; and you would’ve been caught blushing if your face wasn’t already red from laughing so much. As you stepped out of the restaurant, you were greeted with the frigid September air. You instantly regretted wearing the thin blue dress, but your thoughts were dismissed when Thomas dropped his ugly suit jacket on your shoulders. “Thanks...” You chirped as he escorted you to your car. The jacket was warm, and you pulled it tighter around you. Thomas had let go of your hand and opted instead to wrap an arm around your shoulder. “You’re welcome, Darlin’.”

You smiled, unlocking your car as you reached it. You turned to face Thomas, who let go of your shoulders and stuck his hands in his pockets; his tacky cane tucked under his arm. “You know... I actually had fun tonight, Thomas...” You chuckled and looked at your shoes. Thomas also chuckled, lifting your chin. “I’m glad, Princess. We must do this again sometime.” Thomas grinned, and it made you smile. A genuine smile. “Yeah.. We must.” You stretched up on your toes to press a quick kiss on Thomas’ cheek; your cheeks darkening in a deep blush. Thomas looked stunned, and his fingertips came up to brush against where you’d kissed him. He turned to look at you with a smile on his face. “See you Monday?” You asked, opening your car door and sitting in your seat; holding his suit jacket out. “See you Monday.” He replied, pushing your hand aside and closing the door. You blinked at the magenta fabric draped over your arm. You smiled as Thomas waved before returning to his own car. You giggled as you set aside the suit jacket and headed home. Thomas Jefferson was really something. ______________ You hummed as you set the table. Your husband would be home in a few minutes, and you always wanted to make sure he ate well. Your children had helped pick ingredients at the store that afternoon, and you were pleased with the turnout. Tater-tot casserole, your mother’s homemade Mac-n-cheese, mashed potatoes, and a various assortment of fruits. One of them being Pomegranates. You smiled at the bowl of seeds, remembering the times you had hated Thomas for his fondness for the fruit. “(Y/N)? I’m home, sugarcube!” You perked up as you heard the door open and your husband’s southern drawl echoed through your house. “I’m in here, honey!” You answered, meeting him halfway with a hug and a kiss. “Smells so good, honey. What’s for supper?” Thomas smiled eagerly, having grown accustomed to your cooking. “Well, the kids wanted Tater-tot casserole, so we’re having that. I also made my mother’s mac-n-cheese, because I know how much you love that.” You hummed as you wrapped your arm around Thomas’ waist as you both walked into the dining room. “Mashed potatoes and some fruits. Pineapple, Oranges, Strawberries, and...” You laughed. “Pomegranates.” Thomas laughed before pulling you close and kissing you hard. “Pomegranates, did you say? Thought you hated those damn things.”

#thomas jefferson x reader #IT TOOK 3 DAYS BUT IT IS DONE #hamilton imagine #hamilton x reader

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Freckly (Friendship John Laurens x Reader)(Modern!AU)

Warning: some cussing, mention of smoking, John Laurens cuteness overload(not really)

Not really romantic, but reader does develop slight crush about the end.

You're walking down the New York streets, a cigarette dangling from your mouth as you take a few puffs. You're headed for the coffee shop, in desperate need of an espresso, you spent all of last night writing your essay that was due today. Everyone around you was in a big rush, you hate it, you wish people took life slowly, but the second everyone had their mind set, they move so fucking quickly. You throw your cigarette in a trash can as you walk in, pulling your hood off as you go to order your drink. The news is playing on the tv, "Donald Trump passed law keeping Muslims out" you groan. "I hate that son of a bitch, the bastard can't even make a good law!" The barista comes over to take your order and you sit down to wait as customers circulated in and out. Soon all of the tables are filled and youre sitting by yourself, drinking your coffee. You love this little shop, it has the best coffee, it was ideal for studying and completing homework last minute. Wait, homework. You still have a little more of your essay to write! As you reach into your bag to pull out your laptop, someone sits down across from you at your table. When you sat up, you saw it was a cute college-age boy with black curls and freckles spreading across his face. "Fuck off, Freckly," you say bluntly, you aren't in the mood. "I would if there was somewhere else to sit," he says, rolling his eyes. You sigh, "Well... make sure you're quiet at least." "I'll try," he nods. You log onto the free wifi, and find it is running slower than a snail, "Shit." Mr. Freckles looks up from the papers in front of him, "Excuse me?" he asks, quirking an eyebrow. "Internet's slow," you say defeatedly. "I have a mobile hotspot turned on on my phone if you want to use that," he suggests. "Thanks, you're a lifesaver, Washington would have had my skin if I didn't have this finished," you breath a sigh of relief. "I take it you were supposedly done about a week ago?" he muses, a grin playing on his face. "Yeah, what's the password?"

"Turtle1776." you look at him confused, "1776? Like the Declaration of Independence?"

"Yeah, always been a favorite topic of mine."

"Well that is exactly what this essay is over."

He laughs, "Your professor, Washington, assigned an essay over the Declaration of Independence?" You were getting kind of annoyed, "Yeah, now, if you're an expert or something can you tell me the names of all of the old dead guys who signed it?" He pulls his chair next to yours, "Let's see, what do you have already?" you blush, "Erm, John Hancock and Thomas Jefferson..." you trail off, he shakes his head, "Yeah, you need help, the name's John, by the way, John Laurens," he looks at you expectantly and you shake your head slightly, startled, "Oh, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." He grins and you can't help but notice how charmingly and attractive he is, "Well it's a pleasure to help you, (Y/N)." You blush again, "The pleasure's all mine," you said quietly as you let him take the laptop to point out errors and fill you in on who signed the damn paper.

#john laurens x reader #hamilton #hamiltrash #anthony ramos

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