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Can I get uhh... Kiss prompt 48 with Thomas? My 5'2" self would be STRUGGLING to smooch the man
“T.”
“Darlin’.”
You look up at him with narrowed eyes, annoyance oozing from your small form.
“Thomas.” It’s rare that you use his full name, and judging from that paired with the tone of your voice, it’s clear that you mean business.
“Y/N.” Your fiancé says, a playful smirk pulling at his lips.
“I have to go, babe. I’m gonna be late if you continue on like this.” You look up at him and it feels like he’s mocking you by towering over you. You bring your hands up to his shoulders and try to get on your tiptoes for leverage, but he just leans back, avoiding your lips. “C’mon, T. Give me a kiss so I can leave.”
He just chuckles and grabs a hold of your waist holding you back slightly. “That’s exactly the point, sweetheart. If I give you your kiss, then you’ll leave me. Today’s my day off and I don’t get to spend time with you? That’s cruel, my love.”
You drop back down to your heels and sigh, moving your hands from his shoulders to his biceps.
“I’m only going to be gone for an hour. I promised Maria I’d help her find a new apartment. We’re just going to a place downtown with a realtor, then I’ll be back. I promise, I’m all yours after that.”
Your eyes plead with his, but his expression is undeterred, still unhappy that you're leaving.
“You know what? Fine. Guess you don’t get your goodbye kiss. You’ll have to wait until later. Might even take longer than an hour now since you’re being such a big baby.” You try to pull away from him, but he holds you firmly in place.
Thomas just laughs and shakes his head as he leans down to pepper kisses across your face before he leans his forehead against yours. “I’m just messin’ with you, sugar.” He murmurs before he kisses you softly.
You chase after his lips when he pulls away and he smirks at you before he lets you go.
“Go.” He smiles, the kind of smile that makes the edges of his eyes crinkle and puts butterflies in your stomach, and nods towards the door. “Have fun. I’ll be here when you get back. I’ll be lonely, cold, bored, and probably sad while you're gone, but I’ll manage.”
You laugh and beam up at him before you turn away to walk towards the front door. “Oh, you poor thing.”
“I know.” He says dramatically, throwing his head back to look at the ceiling. He walks with you and opens up the door for you like a true gentleman. “Woe is the life of being Y/N Y/L/N’s fiancé. Am I right?”
You roll your eyes at him. “Bye, T.”
He just chuckles again and leans down to give you another warm peck.
“See you later, sweetheart.”
I Will try to fix you: Thomas Jefferson x Reader Preview
Note: Hey guys! So this isn’t power couple chapter 2 yet, I know y’all are waiting for that to come soon too tho, don’t worry I promise it will! Anyways, this idea just came to my head about Thomas and reader being best friends and they go to a college party together but something happened to reader and he is there to help her through it. This is just a preview before the whole thing. Let me know what y’all think and if you want to be tagged! -Cai ♥️
Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault, trauma, depression. if that is triggering for you I’d suggest not to read.
Summary: You and Thomas Jefferson are best friends and would do anything for each other, which is exactly how you ended up at this college party. But when a creep from the football team comes too close to you, you immediately regret your decision. Will Thomas be able to bring his best friend back?
Tags: @sillyteecup
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You sat there, on a cold and empty curb just a few feet away from the house filled with drunk college kids dancing to their hearts content. You just sat there, tears streaming down your face, the moment replaying in your mind.
You came to this party for the sake of your best friend Thomas. You’d rather be at your dorm, pjs on, in bed catching up on your shows. Instead you came for Thomas, your best friend, the man you would do anything for. He begged you to come with him tonight and you just couldn’t say no. But now you wished you had.
“Y/n/n!” You heard that oh so familiar voice call after you from the front door. You quickly wiped your tears to the best of your ability, not wanting him to see your face knowing what he’d do if he did. You cleared your throat before you spoke, “Hey, T!” He frowned, looking you up and down as he sat next to you. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere darling, what’re you doin’ out here all alone for?”
“Oh, sorry.” You looked down apologetically, “I needed some fresh air.” You lied. “It uh, started to get real crowded in there.” “Why didn’t you come and tell me then?” He asked, a bit upset that you had just left the party without warning. “I couldn’t find you! And I needed to get out of there fast, I told Aaron to let you know I’d be out here.” That wasn’t a complete lie, you did in fact look for Thomas for about 30 seconds until the overwhelming feeling of fear had settled into your heart and you needed to get out of this house and away from him.
Thomas looked at you skeptically, “Really?” He asked incredulously. “Because I had just asked Aaron if he’d seen you and he said he hasn’t at all!” You looked down guiltily, “Oh.” “Oh is right!” Thomas let out a small scoff, then sighed. “Sweetheart,” he paused, “What’s going on? Why are you out here all alone? And why were you trying to hide your tears?” You looked at him in disbelief.
“How did y-”
“We’ve been best friends for 7 years now Y/n, I can tell when something’s up.” He looked at you pointedly, “Now, what happened?” His eyes filled with concern as he gently lifted your face to finally see the dried tear stains.
You let out a shaky sigh as the tears started to leave your eyes again. Your lip started to quiver as you shook your head, the tears falling down your face. Thomas gently wiped your tears with his thumb while his other hand rubbed your back.
“T-Thomas...”
“Yes, darlin’?”
“I... I-” Before you could even explain what happened, the sobs took over and your whole body began to shake. Thomas’s eyes widened with worry as he quickly pulled you into a tight embrace, trying to give you all the love and comfort he could.
“Shh.. shh” He cooed, trying to soothe your cries, “I’m here hon, it’s ok, shhh. Whatever it is, I’ll fix it.”
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Let me know what y’all think!
Interlinking Paths
Chapter title: French Over Late
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A/N Yo, I promise the chapters will get longer. I'll try posting two a day. If not, I'll do one.
Y/N = Your name
N/N = Nickname
P/N = Petname
***Y/N's POV***
"LAF! HURRY YOUR ASS UP!" My older brother, Thomas, yelled up the stairs. Thomas was addressing Lafayette, who was taking his damn sweet time to get ready. I couldn't help but snort at his inpatient rehabilitation-ish behavior, Thomas Jefferson was never known to be patient--Or at least from the persona that he displays. "Je veins! Je veins!" Thomas and I exchanged a glance at the sudden burst of French; Laf only spoke French when excited, NeRvOuS or stressed out. Before either of us could question or even formulate a thought on the European language, the home phone rang.
"I'll get it N/N," Thomas quickly pecked me on the cheek before disappearing into the living room. I quickly pull out my phone only to realise that we still have about Twenty -ish minutes to get to school. 'Or I could take the bus' A faint, tired voice suggests in the the back of my head. Yeah, though that would take ten minutes. Then I'd have ten to get to my locker and make it to Homeroom before Mr. Washington.
Now the more that I think about it, the better the idea seems. With a swift text to the group chat between me and my brothers, I grabbed my Mickey Mouse-styled keys and walk out the door.
***John's POV***
~~Time skip--We are now on the bus~~
Turning to my head towards the right of the public transit bus, I stole a quick glance at from one of my best friends, Y/N Jefferson. She was just so funny, smart and attractive. With a winning smile that stole the hearts of everyone she meet. I shouldn't be thinking these thoughts, she's my friend. "Dude, just tell her how you feel," A cocky voice stated from my left. I was faced with Alexander Hamilton, one of my other best friends. Alongside his grey sweater, jeans and well worn sneakers, he also wore a wry smile on his face. I felt heat spread vaguely on my freckled character; "I'm not sure what you mean by that," I finally managed to spit out, "N/N's just a friend. Just like you, Alex.".
"Mm," He shook his head as he slipped an arm around the waist of a petit girl clad in pastel blue; One of the Schuyler sisters, Eliza. "Keep telling yourself that, Johnathan. You're not that convincing.". After a series of giggles supplied by his girlfriend Eliza Schuyler, Y/N turned her head out of sheer curiosity and boredom, made eye contact with me and then proceeded to shoot me a beautiful smile. I nearly melted right then and there. Why did I let Y/N do this to me?
I barely felt my phone buzz in my pocket until Alex told me so by holding up his own. It was a text. I squinted at the somewhat medium-sized screen of the Iphone and read the contact name.
'N/N'
I caught my breath as my brown eyes slowly trailed their way across the bus to where Y/N Jefferson was standing. Then, I feel the sensation again. Another buzz; Another text.
I've probably read and re-read the small paragraph that she sent about 4 times. Something about a musical. I could of gone a 5th if Alexander hadn't sent me a text as well;
'I don't know what you're reading/watching, but whatever it is, you're blushing like a drunk corndog.'.
A drunk corndog? Where the fuck did you get that from, Alex?
I look over to where he was standing. And as I guessed his thumbs were skimming through the onscreen keyboard like there was no tomorrow; And the way that Alex wrote, you might as well believe that.
Aaron once even confronted to slow down: "You're not running out of Time, Alexander.".
In annoyance I read the second message that Alex had sent me. 'I hope you're not watching porn or reading smut fanfictions, John.'.
After reading that, with utter disgust I replied with a sensible answer;
'WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ALEX! NO, I'M NOT WATCHING PORN!!'.
'Sure...' He later sent. Moments later an emoji popped up on my screen. '😘'.
With a quick glare sent his way, the bus pulled up at the stop that most of the students onboard got off, including Y/N and I. I shook my head, as if doing that would physically clear my head, and started my walk towards the high school.
A/N Welp, I don't really have a tag list, but if you wanna be a part of it, ask.
Maria: Truth or dare, Eliza?
Eliza: Dare
Maria: I dare you to kiss the prettiest person in the room.
Lafayette: Sorry, I don’t think Adrienne would like that. You have to kiss the second prettiest person in the room.
Peggy: *without looking up from her phone* Lafayette, she said the prettiest, not the biggest superficial in the room. That position is currently tied though.
Eliza: *goes up to Maria and kisses her on the lips*
Lafayette: D:<
Bonus:
Alexander: John, truth or dare?
John: Dare.
Alexander: Okay, I dare you to kiss the biggest idiot in the room.
Jefferson: Excuse me, but could you pick one that includes everyone? That statement just means you and Aaron. Not much to choose from in—
John: *kisses Jefferson’s cheek*
Thomas Jefferson: Listen. You can call me racist. You can call me a hypocrite. Heck, ya’ll can even call me an enabler. But if there’s one thing I’m not, it’s ugly.
ok but jefferson thoooo 👀
BUT JEFFERSON THO
I love me a Sassy TJeffs
I'm about it.
Daveed Diggs got my whole heart with that performance (Laf too, but that took a couple watches)