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purpleshellsaremyfavorite · 6 years

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Loss

Daddy Jefferson

Part 1 of 7

Jay (@yrs-forevr) x Thomas Jefferson

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Requested by @tenduelimagines. Special thanks to @sewerslidal-gay for giving me the motivation I needed for this.

Beta Readers: @tenduelimagines, @aaronburr-sir-imagines, @pinetree111

TW: Death, Grief, Pregnancy

Time: Hamiltime

Word Count:1925

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

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The war was supposed to end and her husband was supposed to be home with her. Jay wasn’t supposed to fall in love from an arranged marriage. She wasn’t supposed to get pregnant. A stray bullet wasn’t supposed to have struck her husband’s heart - the war was over, and yet it had to take just one more victim.

Jay wasn't supposed to be trembling in front of the small sleet grey tombstone etched with the name Hunter William Abraham, but it was happening anyway.

Jay just wanted her husband to hold her; to tell her that everything happens for a reason, as he always did. She imagined him wrapping his arms around her waist like he always had, the way she now held herself, alone. He used to rest his head on hers and murmur the same silly phrase in her ear:

Life can be difficult at times, but it’s going to make you stronger. You were meant for this moment, so show the world what you can do.

She loved him, and he had loved her. It all started with an arranged marriage, which had been resented by both parties but eventually grew to be adored. “Fate brought us together” he would always say, and she would laugh. They both understood that what they had was a rare find.

Furiously wiping the tears from under her eyes, Jay began to make her way to her real destination from the graveyard. As she opened the door to the small doctor’s office, Doctor Everett gave her a soft sympathetic smile. He had been a personal friend of the Abraham family and he knew that she needed his help.

“Come on in, let’s see how your little soldier is holding up.”

She nodded, sitting on the sturdy table for examinations in the back of the small office. She didn’t really notice the colors on the walls anymore, her eyes skipping over the medical tools meticulously lined up in the doctor’s preference of order. The worn table creaked a bit as she sat down.

She was four months along, which she knew down to the hour because it had been four months since she had last seen Hunter. Only a month of that was truly alone. Her mind wandered solemnly during the check-up. Thankfully, Dr. Everett understood and didn’t try to make small talk, only speaking when she needed to move or sit a certain way. Once he had finished the examination, his voice finally drew her thoughts back to the office.

“Everything seems to be going well with the baby. But Jay, you know that you need to eat more. It isn’t safe.”

Safe. That word didn’t seem real to her anymore.

“Are you hearing me? Please, I don’t like you living alone.”

He gave her a healthy pause, a moment for her to breathe. “Annabelle and I can set up the guest house- you know how it’s connected right to our home. We talked about it together, and we both just want you safe and on the mend. That cottage holds too many memories for you.”

Jay didn’t stop the tears from welling in her eyes. They were all too familiar and she enjoyed the cold, raw feeling that they left on her face. The older doctor held his arms around her in an almost fatherly way. He wanted to help, but he didn’t know how. Her nod of agreement was all it took before he lead her to the house next door and sat her down in a small kitchen next to his wife, who smiled sadly at her.

Time went on. Jay slowly ran out of tears to cry around the sixth month of her pregnancy. She still stopped by the graveyard to say hello to Hunter, although she was always verbally silent. Despite the silence she got in return, Jay heard Hunter’s words bouncing back:

Show the world what you can do.

The guest house that she lived in was wonderful, but it felt like she was constantly being observed. Dr. Samuel Everett meant well, but he didn’t understand that sometimes she just needed to think and write for a moment rather than drink yet another glass of water.

When she got back to the Everetts’ house, Annabelle was cooking lunch. She was always kind to Jay, respecting her space and distance. She somehow found all the right times to talk, and Jay found herself opening up to her quite a bit. It was nice to open up to somebody that returned your conversation without feeling as if they were tiptoeing around broken glass.

“Do you mind bringing this next door for me? Sam doesn’t have any appointments right now but he doesn’t want me to distract him.”

Jay smiled politely, something that felt unnatural and forced nowadays, and went out the door. She called: “Be back in a moment!” to Annabelle and she could practically hear the woman beaming from the other side of the door at the verbal reply.

She knocked lightly, not wanting to disturb any of the doctor’s work, as she assumed he would he be filing records. Hearing no reply from inside, she gently pushed open the wooden door with her arm and back due to her hands being full with a small platter.

The murmuring from the back office didn’t alarm her. Dr. Everett was known to talk to himself regarding treatment options for patients from time to time. It startled her when she turned the corner and saw a man in a violently bright jacket having a conversation with him. She jumped a bit, blushing at her mistake.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, I didn’t know that anyone was here. Annabelle said that you weren’t scheduled for anything. I assumed you were talking to yourself. Not that I mean you’re crazy, I’ve just heard you before...”

Her interruption was met with a deafening silence. The man in the bright coat, magenta, she now realized- was staring at her almost reverently. She shifted her weight awkwardly as his eyes almost immediately went to her stomach. He blinked and cleared his throat before looking at her eyes again in a feeble attempt to not stare at the noticeable baby bump.

“It’s quite alright, Jay. Just set it here, please. I’ll eat in a moment.” Samuel gave her a smile, indicating that she truly didn’t bother him with her intrusion. She nodded and quickly ducked back into the other room. Once she was out of their sight, Jay took a moment to collect herself. She tried not to get too overwhelmed, placing her hands over her baby out of what had become a nervous habit. She heard Doctor Everett clear his throat before the other man began to speak again.

“Oh, yes. Sorry. Back to James. I need to know everything that’s been happening. His fluid intake was getting better before I left, as was his cough, but I doubt he told you that. His voice was also getting a bit scratchier- it’s nothing too problematic but I could see it bothered him, despite his insistence that he was fine.”

“Mr. Jefferson, I cannot put any of my patients on regimens that they do not want. And as much as I’m sure you would like me to tell you everything regarding Mr. Madison, I cannot give out that information. I suggest that you ask him personally.”

A chair creaked and she assumed that the man in the coat- Jefferson, as Dr. Everett had called him- was leaning back in the chair. There was no sound until Jefferson relented, agreeing with him and taking a deep breath. Jay imagined that he was pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Did accidentally do something to frighten the young woman that was just here? I meant no ill will towards her...”

Jay heard some uncomfortable shifting before the tone of the room changed at the sound of shifting chairs and the doctor’s voice dropped to a low, hoarse whisper, as if he were afraid to speak too loudly.

“Thomas, I cannot share her story with you. She is my patient and I will not speak out of term about her. I care for her as if she were my own daughter.”

“I understand. Please send my apologies to her and her husband for anything I did that may have made her uncomfortable. I did not mean to overstep my boundaries.”

Jay didn’t stick around to hear the rest. She flew out the door and down the street faster than she anticipated. She couldn’t feel her feet. It was as if she was flying over the stones. She was nowhere surprised when she ended up in the graveyard. Broken people run to broken places.

She collapsed in front of the stone marked with the name “Abraham”, the grass or dirt collecting on her dress didn’t get as much as a thought. Her tears refused to fall, but her body shook without her realizing.

When she next looked up it was at the feeling of fabric being draped over her shoulders. She didn’t remember being there for a long time, but when her eyes refocused it was near dusk, and the man with the frizzy hair and extravagant clothing choice was setting his coat over her.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you Mrs., uh, Ms. Abraham. Dr. Everett and his wife said that you would be here. It was getting rather late and I offered to come get you- or offer company if you would prefer to stay a little longer.”

She felt it. The sympathy that was radiating off of him as if in waves. She only ever got it once people found out about Hunter...

“He told you everything, didn’t he, Mr. Jefferson?”

“No, I asked his wife and contacted a friend of mine that holds the war records. Annabelle has been a good friend of my family for quite a while, she trusts me.”

She didn’t blame her at all for telling him- she supposed that her running out of the office was reason enough for an explanation. The following silence was somehow comforting to Jay. He wasn’t judging or treating her like a china doll. He was looking at her with something that she hadn’t seen in a long time. He was looking at her like she was strong.

She got up from the ground stiffly, holding her arms around herself and grabbing onto Jefferson’s coat. He kept a polite distance as they walked back to the Everetts’ home. When she stopped in front of the door and handed him his coat, Thomas took her hand and kissed the top of it.

“I’m sorry that we didn’t meet under better circumstances, Mr. Jefferson. Thank you very much for your company tonight,” Jay hummed indifferently.

“Anytime, Ms. Abra-”

“Please, call me Jay.” Her voice sounded hesitant, but he tried to keep her from getting upset again.

“Of course, Jay. Please, let me know if there’s anything I can do for you. Just ask Mr. Everett to contact me and I will help in any way I can.”

“Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Jefferson, but I think I just need some time.”

“Call me Thomas.”

“Very well, Thomas. Have a nice night.”

He nodded in response, and she opened the door and let herself inside. He waited for the door to be completely closed before he turned around to head home. Jay didn’t even notice the smile that had crept onto her face during the walk home.

#Jay x Thomas Jefferson #Thomas Jefferson x Jay #Daddy Jefferson

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marrasaurusrex · 7 years

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Another Mitjo fic!

It’s cute fluff this time (no horrible sad zombie AU which I hate but can’t stop thinking about.)

SUMMARY: Jonas is in his second or third year of marine biology at university. He and Mitch live in an apartment together. Uhhh also Mitch is making some pretty sweet dough from selling drugs by now???

A/N: A lot of this is based off of personal experiences with friends taking me to clubs with them and such. I outlined this in some sort of post-club stupor at 4:30am last week, and I guess I decided to actually finish an idea for once???

Also, this is my first time trying to write in present tense??? It feels super weird to do, but I hope it reads okay!

Anyways, happy Valentines Mitjo Day!!

@smokeplanet @mitjo <3

Here’s uhhh, oh my god is this the title...

LOVE DRUNK

(aka “How many times can I make them say ‘I love you’ in 1 fic”)

The club is dark and smokey, and the air is thick with the smell of body sprays and… something sweet? It must be the smoke machine. Jonas is sitting in a booth in the far corner, but he can see the dance floor from where he is. Every so often, he glimpses one of his friends. They all seem to be having a good time. It’s not as bad as he thought, though. No one has bothered him, and the darkness and the loud music is actually kind of soothing, in a way. Even the weird smell from the overused smoke machine is relaxing. He sips his drink. The table is scattered with empty glasses from when he and his friends first got there. He hopes a server won’t come and take them away, because then he’ll look even more alone.

Kim insisted that he had to go to a club with them at least once, but she had just left him alone to go dance after 20 minutes. He sighs and looks around. The colourful lights were nice. Jonas wonders for a moment if anyone would notice if he used his lights. Probably not. He sips his drink again.

He’s suddenly surprised by a buzzing in his pocket. He pulls out his phone.

Mitchy [10:46pm] : “wer r u???”

Mitch’s text is nearly impossible to read, as usual.

“I’m at Upstairs.” He types back.

Mitchy [10:47pm] : “wat the fuk is tht??”

Joey [10:48pm] : “It’s a nightclub on Government street. I’m with Kim and some other people from class.”

Jonas sighs again, shifting in his seat in the booth. They had asked him if he wanted to dance with them, but he had said no.

His phone buzzes again.

Mitchy [10:48pm] : “WAT”

Jonas was wondering that himself.

Joey [10:49pm] : “They said that I should go at least once.”

Jonas [10:49pm] : “But they’re dancing now, so I’m just sitting in the booth by myself.”

He hesitates before sending the next one.

Joey [10:51pm] : “I wish you were here with me.”

Mitchy [10:53pm] : “im alredy on mywayy”

Joey [10:54pm] : “Wait! Mitch! You know they make you pay to get in, right?”

No response.

Joey [11:01pm] : “Mitch?”

Mitchy [11:04pm] : “ya i knw im in line rite now”

Mitchy [11:06pm] : “fuk this is taken forevr im just gona jump th line”

Joey [11:06pm] : “MITCH!!”

No response again.

Crap.

Mitch pushes his way through the line to the front. Someone tries to grab him.

“What the fuck, dude!”

But he just turns and scowls at them, making them let go immediately. When he reaches the front, he slams a twenty onto the counter along with his IDs.

“Dude, you can’t just jump the line like that.” The bouncer scolds.

Mitch just growls and slams another twenty onto the counter. “My boyfriend’s in there an’ he got abandoned by his friends.”

The bouncer sighs and picks up Mitch’s IDs, scanning them briefly. After a moment, he hands them back, along with the second twenty.

“Alright dude, you can go in.”

“Yeah, thanks.” Mitch grabs his ID and the money and storms into the nightclub.

Mitch scans the club, using his height to find Jonas in the mass of sweaty bodies. There. He sees him. Sitting all alone in a booth. Enraged that Jonas’ friends would leave His Joey alone like this, Mitch makes a beeline for his boyfriend, aggressively pushing people out of his way as he goes.

He saunters up to the table, attempting to gracefully slide in next to Jonas in the booth. Jonas jumps, startled, as Mitch bumps into him.

Jonas looks up, terror on his face for a split second before realization hits him, and his expression melts into the purest loving face Mitch has ever fucking seen. Mitch’s heart skips a beat when Jonas gently grabs his hand on the table. Fuck. They’ve been dating for 3 years now, but even still after all this time… Literally anything Joey does fucks him up. Fuck it. He’s in love with the most beautiful boy in the whole fuckin universe and this boy loves him back. His heart does a somersault. His hand clenches into a fist under Jonas’ tiny hand for a moment before he turns and gently grabs Jonas by the face.

“Fuck. I love you.” The music is way too loud for Jonas to actually hear what Mitch said, but he knows. It’s Mitch. He says the same, dumb sappy stuff all the time. Jonas smiles back at Mitch.

“I love you too.” He mouths the words, and before he knows it, they're kissing. Mitch is warm and safe. His hands are in Jonas’ hair; pulling gently, then sliding down his neck and shoulders. Mitch's hands are everywhere at once; touching him, caressing his skin, fondling his hips.

Vaguely, from far away, Jonas notices that Mitch is pushing him back up against the wall at the back of the booth. Suddenly, he remembers where they are. Jonas’ hands are up in a flash, pushing urgently on Mitch's chest. What if his lights get out of control?!

Instantly, Mitch lets up. He pulls away from Jonas with a frown, but there is concern on his face.

Jonas opens his mouth to speak, realises that it’s too loud for them to speak, and pulls out his phone instead. He opens the app the lets you chat with the person next to you and types:

“ Not here…”

“There's too many people.”

He hands the phone to Mitch. Mitch looks at it quickly before attempting to type with his huge fingers. He hands the phone back to Jonas.

“Itts dark tho.. . No wun wil notiss us”

He winks at Jonas before grabbing the phone again.

“No itss ok do u want a drnk?”

Jonas nods. He doesn't bother typing anything after that. Mitch knows what drinks he likes.

Mitch leans forward and kisses Jonas briefly on the mouth before awkwardly scooting himself out of the booth. Jonas watches him walk away into the crowd of people, smiling to himself.

After what seems like eons alone in the booth, Mitch arrives back with two drinks in his hands. He hands one to Jonas and scoots back into the booth to sit close to him.

They sit like that for a while; not talking, just touching. Sometimes they kiss, but it’s brief. Mostly, though, they're just looking at each other.

Mitch is practically hanging off Jonas by the time they stumble home. Mitch must’ve had way stronger drinks that him, ‘cause Jonas is pretty sure they both had the same number of drinks, but whatever. He’s drunk too. Jonas fumbles his keys trying to get them in the lock, causing Mitch to laugh at him.

“Yo… haha… Jo….ey, lemme do it.” Mitch slurs while digging in his pocket for his keys.

He finally pulls them out, and immediately misses the lock entirely. His key hits the door and he drops it on the floor.

Jonas bursts out laughing. “You’re drunker than me!”

Mitch snorts, and bends down to pick up his keys, but he loses his balance and tips forward too far.

“Fuck!” His head briefly connects with the wall before he collapses to the floor next to their door.

Mitch groans, rubbing his head and turning around to sit against the wall next to the door. He looks up at Jonas, grinning.

“Shit you’re right.”

Jonas laughs lightly, looking down at his ridiculous boyfriend. His ridiculously cute boyfriend. He’s suddenly struck by how much he loves this dork. The feeling almost knocks him over. Jonas just stands there, staring down at Mitch, in awe.

“What?” Mitch looks nervous for a second. “Do I got somethin on my face?”

“No…” Jonas replies as he squats down next to Mitch. “I just really really love you.” He whispers before leaning forward and pressing his lips to Mitch’s.

After a second, Mitch pulls back and looks at Jonas. He looks at all the perfect fuckin features on his perfect fuckin boyfriend.

“I really really fuckin love you, too.” He tries to pull Jonas back into the kiss and into his lap, but Jonas pulls away and stands up, ‘causing Mitch to make a whining noise in the back of his throat. Jonas just shakes his head, offering Mitch his hand.

“C’mon… Let’s just go inside.”

A/N: I might make a second chapter, but I dunno how I feel about posting nsfw stuff… Also, I know that Mitjo is pure and good, but alcohol + consent…. Don’t really go together imo, so… YEAH. We’ll see, I guess? In my head they just get all cuddly and sleepy and then go to bed and that’s it for the evening.

OH also that app is a real thing that’s for people who struggle with speaking when they’re anxious and stuff, and it seemed to me like an app that both of them would have?? I dunno. I can’t remember what it’s called, but it’s neat.

#smokeplanet #mitjo #long exposure #le #fan fiction #fluff #it's disgusting I'm disgusting I hate it

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