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astralaffairs · 8 months

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hi!! before i go i jus wanna say, I love your work 🙏🏽 and I finally watch hamilton last night so I might write for it as well 😋😋 but i have a drabble idea.

anyways— thomas having a dance/ball for a campaign during the election and he meets aaron’s little sister, mc, who snuck in. and he can’t help but take interests in her.

“Now, what’s a lady like you doin’ getting a drink just for yourself? Nobody’s offered to do that for you yet?”

Y/N froze as her fingers met the stem of the champagne flute. She had promised herself she would stay to the outskirts of the ball, and her only goal for the night had been to avoid courting attention. However, the packed room was warm, and it was only more so at its perimeter under the lights, and the crisp bubbly had looked oh-so-inviting.

She turned with a polite smile as she picked up the glass, but her eyes widened when she saw the man behind her with his gleaming smile and his velvet suit. She recognized him instantly; after all, she’d seen him before, and he’d even been in her home, but they’d never formally met. He raised an eyebrow when her smile faltered. “I’ve only just arrived. I haven’t had a chance to speak to much of anyone just yet.”

“Then I’m gonna have to count myself lucky to have found you when I did. Thomas Jefferson.” He offered her a hand as he introduced himself, and when she took it, he dipped down to press a soft kiss to her knuckles. Her eyes went even wider.

She cleared her throat as he drew himself back up to his full height, still holding her by the fingertips, and it took a moment for it to occur to her to withdraw her hand. “You’re the host of this ball, then, if I’m not mistaken. Thank you for opening your home to us like this.”

“Believe me, sugar, the pleasure’s all mine,” he said. “Who’re you here with? Feel like I’ve seen you around, but I can’t put my finger on it.”

“Oh, um, my family’s here somewhere. I came on my own, though, and I was planning to meet them here.”

“Your family?” He pursed his lips. “You’re not a Schuyler, are you?”

“No, no, certainly not,” she replied before hastily adding, “although the Schuylers are lovely people, of course. To be a part of their family would make one lucky.”

“So you know the Schuylers, then?” he mused, and she nodded. His growing smile was making her mouth go dry. “I know where I recognize you from; you’re a Burr, aren’t you? Aaron’s sister?”

“I am, yes.” Her smile was tense, laced with unease. His grin was bright as he plucked a drink for himself off of the table behind them.

“So why haven’t I seen you at one of these before? Your family trying to keep you locked away from all the politics?” he asked, and as her eyebrows fell, he could see the look in her eyes sour.

“They’ve decided I can’t be trusted at this kind of event,” she said bitterly, and he quirked a brow. “Aaron claims he’s afraid I’ll say the wrong thing and jeopardize his career, but really, I think he just can’t deal with the idea of splitting people’s attention between us.”

“But you finally proved yourself trustworthy?” he asked mildly, taking a sip of his drink, and she shrugged uncomfortably.

“I suppose so.”

“Then where’s your dear brother now, hm? Why aren’t you here with the rest of your family?” He watched her expectantly, and when she didn’t answer right away, his grin broadened. “They don’t even know you’re here, do they?”

“No, and you’re not going to be the one to tell them,” she said sharply, pointing her champagne flute at him. He raised his eyebrows, amused by the fervor in her tone. “I had to walk miles alone in the dark to get here; I am not being thrown out as soon as I arrive.”

“Well, sweetheart, if you’re not with them, then really, I should be sendin’ you on your way.” Despite the threat, his voice was breezy, and she frowned.

“And what do you have to gain from kicking me out?”

“The respect and appreciation of your family,” he suggested blithely. “The knowledge that I’m not leavin’ a young lady to walk home alone ‘n vulnerable at the end of the night. ‘S just the right thing to do, really.”

She eyed his small smile for a moment before slowly asking, “But despite that, you’d rather I stay, wouldn’t you?” He shrugged unabashedly. “You’re quite shameless, aren’t you, Mr. Jefferson?”

“Only on a good day.” He winked as he took a sip of his drink. “After all, you went through all that effort to get here. There’s gotta be a good reason for it, huh?”

“Of course. I’m here to expand my mind just like everyone else," she said, and he raised an eyebrow.

“And not for the charming future president we’ve got roaming the ball?”

“Oh, I wasn’t aware there was one. Let me know if you see him?”

His full laugh proved him undeterred, and Y/N’s self-satisfied smile was reluctant. "'M glad to see you inherited more of the family wit than your brother seemed to."

"Please, don't tell him that. A lady needs to keep some things a secret."

"It'll stay between us, then," Thomas said, "but I don't think I ever got your name."

"Why, so you know whose presence to report to my brother?"

"So I know who to ask after the next time I see him." His response was quick, and it had Y/N on her heels. Her eyes were wide, eyebrows raised, but when she opened her mouth to answer—

"Y/N." Both she and Thomas turned on their heels at the loud voice to find her brother striding across the room toward them, and her groan was unchecked. The fury in Aaron's voice was barely contained. "What in the world do you think you're possibly doing here, sneaking out after dark? How did you even get here?"

"I brought myself, since nobody else was willing to take me," she bit back, and Thomas raised his eyebrows as he took a sip of his drink.

"That wasn't your decision to make," Aaron snapped. "We are a family, and you have to respect that—"

"Respect what? That you have total control over my life in the name of family values? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?" she asked. "I respect that you have a career and a reputation to maintain, but I am a person, and—"

"And nothing, Y/N. Put the drink down, and leave Mr. Jefferson at peace," he demanded, and Y/N narrowed her eyes, her jaw set. Aaron turned to Thomas, and much of the fire in his voice had subsided when he said, "I'm sorry for her intrusion, Thomas. We didn't know she had followed us here, and we'll send her home at once."

"Now, Aaron, what makes you think she's uninvited company?" Thomas asked, and both Y/N's and Aaron's brows were raised. "Y/N's my guest here this evening; 's the opposite of an intrusion."

He frowned, glancing between Thomas and Y/N. "You mean you're responsible for her presence here tonight?"

"Well, I invited her, so I suppose you could say that," he said casually, and if he winked when he caught Y/N's eye, Aaron didn't think anything of it. Aaron's lips were pursed and his shoulders tense as he glanced between them.

"Why didn't you tell me Thomas had invited you?" he asked Y/N, and she shrugged.

"I didn't think you'd want to hear it, and I didn't want you trying to prevent me from coming."

"If I'd known he asked you to come—"

"So, what, my personhood is dependent on his permission now?"

"Your presence here is, at least."

"As a Burr, I would've been welcome either way."

"Not unattended, however."

"I can attend to myself just fine."

"You know that isn't what I mean when—"

"Aaron, was there somethin' else you needed?" Thomas cut him off, and Aaron's gaze was affronted when it snapped to him. However, he held his tongue. "I was just about to ask Y/N to dance, assuming that's her decision to make 'n all."

Y/N had to bite back her smile at his words, and although Aaron seemed to recognize the challenge in them as his jaw ticked, he said, "Of course. I'm sorry to have interrupted."

"Don't sweat it. Your concern for your sister is awful sweet, even if it isn't needed here," Thomas responded, his smile warm.

"'Concern' isn't how I'd describe it," Y/N muttered bitterly, and Thomas nudged her with his elbow. She frowned.

"Carry on 'n enjoy the rest of the ball, though, and please send my best to your wife," he said. Aaron could only offer a tense smile in response.

“You as well. I suppose I should go find Theodosia.” He looked down skeptically at Y/N. “How are you planning to get home?”

Y/N’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh, I…” She hadn’t thought that far, so her gaze was hopeful when it snapped to Thomas, who held her with a hand at the small of her back.

“I’ll arrange for a carriage to take her home,” he promised. “Don’t you worry, Burr. She’s in safe hands.”

“Right,” he said hesitantly, looking Thomas over. “I’ll leave you to it. Don’t do anything stupid, Jefferson.”

“‘S like you don’t even know who you’re talkin’ to,” Thomas said incredulously, and Aaron scoffed.

“I’m sure.” He barely spared them both another glance before departing unceremoniously, shaking his head all the while, and Thomas chuckled. Y/N turned back toward him.

“You’re a regular local hero,” she said sardonically, but the smile in her eyes betrayed her bored tone. Thomas grinned.

“I do try, sweetheart,” he said lightly, “maybe even in a way that deserves a ‘thank you’?”

“Thank you.” Her voice was sincere. “Really. I owe you.”

“Well, if you mean that,” he said, and his eyes were shining as he looked down at her, “I wouldn’t mind making good on that dance I mentioned. Unless you’re in a real rush to get back to your dear old brother.”

He offered her his arm with an eyebrow raised, and she left her empty glass on the table behind them when she took it, drawing a wide grin from him. “How could I say no to our charming host?"

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incorrect-jojolands-quotes · 10 months

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In JOJOLands, some theater songwriter named Min Lanuel Liranda creates a hit musical called Valentine, which is about the life of 23rd president of the United States Funny Valentine and his contributions towards America. It's a great hit, with a pretty big fandom online, and the musical shows many the characters that were involved in Steel Ball Run (albeit putting Funny Valentine and his allies in a better light and not really showing the real truth of what happened in Steel Ball Run).

Now I gotta know: which Steel Ball Run character is being drawn in a Hatsune Miku binder? And who in JOJOLands made something so cursed?

#the jojolands #jjba #jjba part 9 #jojo part 9 #jojos bizarre adventure #jojolands #jjba jojolands #steel ball run #jjba part 7 #jojo part 7 #funny valentine #steel ball run: the musical #y'all remember that thomas jefferson artwork someone drew #yeah i wanna know what steel ball run character is him #my gut says blackmore but that's because he's the first to come in mind #but also who drew it #i'm just imagining johnny joestar going “and me i'm the damn fool that shot him”

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icarusbetide · 2 months

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favorite au: medieval-esque world because then we'd get to see all of these #enlightenment #democracy #slay #for the people ✊ amrev figures scream "THE RIGHTFUL KING" and "BASTARD USURPER" with their whole chest.

was this brought on by the new house of the dragon trailers? no....

#already the funniest people are going to be #thomas jeffershit #and john adams #the BASTARD USURPER duo #adams was already calling hamilton a bastard scotch peddler's son so like #his engine is ready to go y'all #and jefferson had that crazy letter to washington where all his snobbery came out. that's the real you boo #it's just funny imagining these people running around for a king/queen #alexander hamilton #george washington #thomas jefferson #amrev

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knowltonsrangers · 6 months

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back to the wall

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."

#sul writes #1776 musical #1776 thomas jefferson #1776 #1776 the musical #thomas jefferson #thomas jefferson x reader #1776 thomas jefferson x reader #1776 thomas jefferson imagine #1776 thomas jefferson headcanons

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umi-teardrop · 16 days

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(Fun Fact: In the late 1700s, a large percentage of Europeans feared the tomato. A nickname for the fruit was the “poison apple” because it was thought that aristocrats got sick and died after eating them, but the truth of the matter was that wealthy Europeans used pewter plates, which were high in lead content and Since Thomas Jefferson travelled the world he learned the tomato wasn’t poisonous and ate it in front of everyone which got people worried. Just imagine if the modern still thought tomato was poisonous and some people debating if it’s poisonous or not)

Person A:

-I’m telling you tomatoes are not poisonous! I mean Thomas Jefferson tried it in front of everyone and he survived!

Person B:

-He also rapped his 14 years old slave Sally Hemmings and was a hypocrite about ending slavery

#umi teardrop #hamilton #hamilton musical #thomas jefferson #tomatoes #just imagine

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baketothefuture · 1 day

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my roommate has a special skill where i try to show him a piece of media and he looks away during all the good parts, looks up only when there's the slowest stuff going on, then leaves as if the entire purpose of me sitting down and asking him if he wants to watch something isn't to. yknow. have him watch it.

#boy i am trying to Hang with you please #when left to his own conversational devices he'll start talking about thomas jefferson and capitalism #so you can imagine why i must hang out with him in a controlled environment

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starglaz3r · 10 months

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ik people will default to Spanishteacher!Miguel when given the opportunity but look at that man and tell me he wouldn’t teach AP US history. He is the APUSH teacher ever. canon events? timelines?? U know he’s running that classroom like the NAVY I bet he wouldn’t even stop teaching after the test is over in may

#miguel o'hara #atsv #atsv memes #he’s so apush teacher coded im sorry #IMAGINE HIM TEACHING MILES #miguel: who was the first US president to sanction a national bank?#miles: Thomas Jefferson?#miguel: kys #all of his students are either getting 5s or 1s 😭😭😭

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energence2 · 5 months

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my friends really got into hamilton recently… yes, in 2023

i am basically going through a lot rn… one more video that i saw when i was 14, one more ‘oui, oui, mon ami’ or ‘i will kill your friends and family…’ followed by a laughter & I. WILL. IMPLODE.

god is showing me my true image that i had the luxury of forgetting about and it’s sort of giving me an existential crisis

i have to live with knowledge that i was like that, truly terrifying

on the other hand… they’re so easy to impress

i really hope they won’t find out about hetalia though, yeah… i’d like to forget about that period of time permanently

#hetalia #hamilton musical #2023 #help plz #miku binder #thomas jefferson #alexander hamilton #marquis de lafayette #hamilton fandom #the dread i am experiencing surpasses any level of cringe imaginable #fandom

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dollmoth-productions · 2 years

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Sup bro! I’m getting into Hamilton so Yandere platonic Jefferson and Alexander fighting over Burr’s little sister who is basically the definition of chaotic. Bye bye!!

FINALLY HAMILTON I HAVE BEEN WAIT FOR THIS ONE! YESSSSS!

⚠️TW OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STALKING POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STOCKHOLM SYNDROME MANIPULATION ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR AND DRUGGING DO NOT DO ANY OF THIS ITS NOT HEALTHY ⚠️

I do only gender neutral but they will have an afab implied

💚-alexander

💜-Thomas

💚 first off Alexander's been a mess since the death of Philip he doesn't really talk much anymore or isn't much of himself that changed when you came into his life during the many cabinet meetings that they had you were forced to be with her after your husband unfortunately died in a sea accident the thing was you were just like Alexander you were chaotic and very out there you instantly caught his attention being the what's your emergency opposite of Aaron which was shocking

💜 a lot like Alexander you instantly caught his attention not only were you very smart you were skilled in pen and paper which was shocking for you during this time he would often talk to you and try to charm you with his ways but you would always one up him you were smart and chaotic and you could basically lift him up with ease this shocked him

💜💚 this all started when they both walked into your room at the same time and instantly you felt tension soon back and forth became a fist fight and you had to break them up by holding them down by their collars they were both angry but they stopped knowing that you could easily beat them right now you ask them to leave and not interfere with work

💚 Alexander was pissed when Thomas was getting in his way he needed something to give him happiness after the death of his son often threats would be ensued from him and because he was a train Soldier he was a lot stronger than Thomas he could easily kill Thomas if he wanted to

💜 what he lacked in strength he made up with wit and money he could easily buy some arsenic and poison Alexander if he wanted to the poisoning would be too obvious so there would be no killing but there would be very very bad tension

💚💜 these two would constantly fight for your attention and you would have to break them up sometimes you broke them up by splashing coffee on them or just separating them sometimes you would scream at them to stop but most the time you stayed by your brother's side until you could remarry someone

💜 but there is one thing that they can both agree on

💚 you will never remarry someone

💜💚 no one is good enough for you

No one

#fanfic #yanderexreader #platonic yandere #yandere imagines #platonic yandere imagine #yandere scenarios #yandere family #hamiltonau #hamilton #hamilton musical #alexander hamilton #yandere hamilton #hamilton au #thomas jefferson

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astralaffairs · 9 months

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Don't mean to pressure you or anything but I really miss fotp and that last chap had me wanting to tear my heart open (TT)

If you're up for it, can I request for a short fluff abt mc and president t's marriage life? Or if you're still feeling villain-y, an angst will do! 😚

Hope you're having a fine dayyy, love all your works btw! 🫶🏻

astralaffairs villain era canceled. let me also refer u to late nights & speech writes for some president thom husband material

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“And where the hell have you been?” Strong hands grabbed Y/N by the waist the minute she locked the door behind her, and she squealed, stumbling over the hem of her long dress as she was pulled into a strong body. Rough wool scratched her bare shoulders. “‘S late. A woman like you shouldn’t be out all on your own like this. Who knows what coulda happened.”

Her laugh was breathless as Thomas kissed her neck, his stubble harsh against her skin, and her hands came to cover his as his arms wrapped around her waist. “Oh, please. I don’t think I’ve left the White House in the last 72 hours; I’m not exactly looking for trouble.”

“So why’ve you been out all night, hm?” He nipped at her earlobe, but she rolled her eyes. “Who’ve you been with all this time, sugar?”

“That Russian ambassador who did not want to hear that I have an early morning tomorrow,” she said dryly. “This is the worst part about state dinners. All the old men in the room still talk to me like I’m their young prospect rather than a peer in government who’s here as my job.”

“They’re all goddamn relics; don’t let ‘em get to you,” Thomas said. “They’re dinosaurs, and they’re gonna be dead in a few months, anyway.”

“At this rate, they’ll also be running entire countries when they’re on life support,” Y/N grumbled, and his laugh was sardonic.

“‘N they’re still gonna be tryin’ to hit on you when they’re hauling oxygen tanks around here behind ‘em.” He turned her around in his arms, and her drained expression made him frown. Her eyes looked empty. “‘M sorry you don’t get the respect you deserve at these events, though, sweetheart. Wish there was something more I could do."

"I don't expect you to be able to end all sexism in government, believe me," she said, reaching up to loosen his tie. "Doesn't help that they all see you as the ultimate guy's guy, though. Thomas Jefferson, the good all-American trust-fund baby who loves steak and baseball."

"Maybe I'll eat some tofu 'n take up figure skating," he suggested mildly as she slid her hands under the collar of his blazer, pushing it down his shoulders. He withdrew his arms from her waist for just long enough to shake the jacket off, discarding it on the chair by his desk in the corner. "I've always thought there was a whole lotta power in embracing the traditionally feminine."

"Sure you have," she scoffed. He grinned, taking a step back toward their bed with her in his arms as she started undoing the knot in his tie. "You regularly smoke cigars with foreign heads of state to celebrate national alliances. You're the epitome of the boys club."

"Hey, I smoke the cigars with women holdin' office too," he defended. She slid his tie out from the collar of his shirt.

"You're truly a feminist icon." The words were ironic as she pulled his button down out from where he'd tucked it into the waist of his pants, walking him back toward their bed all the while, and he raised an eyebrow.

"You're talkin' a whole lotta mess for somebody who's trying to undress me."

"You're not putting up much of a fight." She raised an expectant eyebrow, looking him in the eye as she undid his belt buckle, and when he pulled her close, she slid her hands up his chest. She fiddled with the top button on his dress shirt as he guided both of them through the final few steps between him and the foot of their bed.

"'N you're awful lucky I'm not." As he sat on the edge of the mattress, she stood between his parted thighs as he pulled her dress up her legs. "You just came home from a long night of work, 'n all you wanna do is objectify me? 'M a whole lot more than just a hot body, Ms. L/N."

Despite his words, when the hem of her dress was high enough for him to slide his hands under it, he pulled her onto the bed with him, straddling his lap as his hands ran up her bare thighs. She cocked her head to one side.

"You mean 'Mrs. Jefferson'?" she asked, and he grinned.

"Yeah, but I like it a whole lot better when you say it." He pushed her dress up her body until her hands covered his to pull it over her head, and although she didn't seem particularly concerned with where it landed, she suddenly felt very exposed in just her lingerie on his lap. His eyes didn't stray from her face, however. He pulled her closer by her bare waist, and her arms hung loosely over his shoulders. The open ends of his belt poked at her inner thighs. "Reminds all those Russian diplomats you're off the market."

"I have a feeling Nebenzya isn't trying to steal me away," she said, but Thomas shrugged. "With the way he talks about you, he might be hoping we're looking for a third."

"Unfortunately for Vasily, he wouldn't be at the top of my list," Thomas said, and Y/N's eyebrows shot up.

"Oh, you have a list, now?" she asked. He gave a lazy grin.

"Sugar, I've always had a list," he informed her, and she frowned. He kissed her downturned lips. "If we're working from the number one spot, though, we might have some trouble."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, I've got a feeling John Adams wouldn't be too amenable to the idea," he said frankly, and Y/N's surprised laugh was closer to a scoff. "'N I don't feel like we know John Jay well enough as a couple, so that's not gonna fly, but inviting Lafayette just feels like it'd make things weird between all of us."

"Is your whole list made up of men?”

“‘Course.” His answer was immediate, but her skeptical gaze didn’t waver. He ran his hands down her thighs. “You already know you’re the only woman I got eyes for.”

“You’re so corny,” she said softly, running her hands down his shoulders to his upper chest. She picked at the buttons on his dress shirt. "Better tone it down before I get the wrong idea and fall in love with you."

"Now, we certainly can't have that."

"Especially not now. I'm too busy to take a lover, I'm afraid," she said, working down the buttons on his shirt to reveal his bare chest. "I'm just married to my work these days."

"'N you mean that literally, don't you, Madam First Lady?" He undid his cufflinks when she finished with his buttons, and he slid them into his pocket. However, he didn't take the shirt off despite her pushing its fabric down his shoulders. Rather, he took her hands in his, lacing his fingers into hers. "You're just a regular Mrs. America."

"You're really gonna stop me from taking your shirt off after you got me down to my underwear?"

"If I let you finish undressing me, it's gonna be a while before we get to sleep," he said, and she shrugged innocently. "We've gotta be up again in five hours. We both oughta get some rest."

"Being the first couple isn't nearly as sexy as I hoped it'd be." She sat back on her heels, resting her hands on his legs, and he gave her a tired smile. "Take the rest of your clothes off and come to bed, at least. I feel like I've hardly seen you all week."

"Right now, I'm all yours," he assured her. "Lemme get up 'n get some pajamas, though. Put on something other than a full suit for once."

"Just sleep without them," she countered, and he raised an eyebrow. "I like the feeling of your skin against mine. Just makes me feel more connected to you, I guess."

"You're adorable." He kissed her on the forehead, his smile endeared, and she could feel the heat rising to the tips of her ears as he leaned back to take his shirt off. After he did, though, he pulled her in closer, picking her up by her thighs as he stood, and she yelped, grabbing onto his shoulders. When he deposited her on his side of the bed, he undid his dress pants, taking them off before joining her on the mattress.

He crawled atop her where she lay on her back watching him, and as he dipped down to kiss her, one hand slid under her back, and she arched up against him. However, as he kissed down her neck, he unhooked her bra and leaned back to slide it down her arms. When he discarded it onto the floor, she was watching him with wide eyes, but he only kissed her forehead before rolling off of her and pulling the covers over them both. He reached over to turn off the lamp at his bedside.

"For what it's worth," he murmured as he wrapped an arm around her waist, and she rolled onto her side, letting him pull her into his body, "we've got plenty of time to sleep in on Saturday morning."

"Oh, yeah?" She rested her arm atop his, lacing her fingers into his.

"Mhm." He kissed the back of her shoulder. "So Friday night, you better not come home too tired."

"I'm gonna need all my energy for when I find you and Adams in our bed, huh?" When his hold on her tightened, his cold feet brushed against her shins, and she shivered.

"Not this time, sweetheart," he promised. "Once I get you alone, you better bet I'm not sharing you."

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spaceagebachelormann · 1 year

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T. Jefferson & J. Madison (Platonic or Romantic, your choice!) “just leave.” Angst? :)

get out

pairing: james madison x thomas jefferson

warnings: argument (not historical)

summary: thomas and james get into an argument

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“What is wrong with you?” Jefferson queried, dramatically stepping into the large room.

“And what are you going on about now?” Madison retorted, looking up from work rather slowly.

Jefferson rolled his eyes, slamming a paper down on the desk. “This. What were you thinking? You knew about what I did to Sally Hemmings, you knew that Hamilton would expose me if you found out, but you did nothing!”

Madison took a deep breath, and let it out. “I don’t have time for this right now.” He stated through gritted teeth.

“If you had-” Jefferson began, but he was quickly cut off.

“Get out.” Madison demanded, pointing at the door.

“Listen to me! Don’t you know how this will affect me?”

“Just leave!”

With a long and dramatic huff, a roll of his eyes, Thomas stomped out of the room, grumbling about how horrible Madison was.

Madison only sighed, continuing his work.

#oh my god imagine if the founding fathers found out i write this stuff #hamilton musical #james madison #thomas jefferson #jeffmads #mars writing 🧈

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yeyayeya · 1 year

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I was texting a friend of mine about MDZS cause I sent her a picture of one of the English books and she told me that the name sounded cool (Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation) and I told her it had other names before it such as Founder of Diabolism

And she told me she read “founder” as “father” and she instantly thought of the Founding Fathers cause she was doing Civics works prior

Then I sent her a pic of WWX and asked “does he look like a founding father?” With her replying that he gave her Thomas Jefferson vibes. Right after I sent a pic of LWJ and she told me he was Dr. Warren

Cue to the both of us laughing our asses off when I said Thomas Jefferson x Dr. Warren, with her right after saying Dr. Jefferson and talking about founding fathers fanfics

#yeyarants #our texts with each other range from weird ass things #they start from one subject to a different subject #no coherent thoughts are present in those messages #our texts don’t even have context #I’ve known that bitch for almost 6 years #no getting out of that friendship #another friend of ours was talking about something with history I don’t actually remember #and he mentioned the founding fathers and we just looked at each other and burst out laughing #we talked about it the night prior and this was the day after #man was so confused and we explained to him #he got so curious and he legit searched yo founding fathers fanfics #they existed #ok but like imagine looking at Wei Wuxian and going ah yes #he gives off Thomas Jefferson vibes #Thomas Jefferson x dr. Warren is my otp #you know what fuck it #Wei Wuxian #Wei ying #lan wangji #lan Zhan #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #grandmaster of demonic arts #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #founder of diabolism #mxtx #mxtx mdzs #wangxian

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oh-god-the-trash-cat · 2 years

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my one goal in life is to get hatsune miku binder thomas jefferson into apush so some poor child has to write a dbq on it

#hatsune miku binder thomas jefferson #can you imagine fuckers having to write about Hamilton??? that'd suck ass #what a legacy i would leave behind

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holdoncallfailed · 11 months

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rpf tier ranking

tier 0: actors. too easy. actors fall in love all the time due to proximity and amount of time spent together, especially if they are playing characters who are themselves in a relationship.

tier 1: bands (post-80s). writing songs together is incredibly intimate and requires emotional vulnerability. tours are great opportunities to spend a lot of time in an enclosed space together. sometimes they will sing into the same microphone at the same time so their mouths are close together which is basically making out if you think about it.

tier 2: bands (pre-80s). see above. however this requires slightly more mental fortitude because a lot of their fans will insist on their heterosexuality and get really mad when you say simon and garfunkel were kissing on each other or whatever.

tier 3: contact sports team. sports can be emotionally intense if you care about that sort of thing and obviously there are a lot of opportunities for intricate rituals wrt touching another's skin and locker rooms and all that. but this requires more imagination because there is less text (i.e. songs or correspondence) to use as evidence.

tier 4: solo artists. this is where things can fall apart. you have to choose both figures in the ship wisely and exercise a decent amount of creativity because they are not compelled to be together all the time (see above). you can cast a wider net but that lack of specificity may hurt those with weaker imaginations. also they don't always write their own songs.

tier 5: historical figures. this varies a lot both in terms of plausibility and social acceptability. depending on how old the figures are you could legitimately turn this into an academic dissertation if you wanted to commit that hard to it. however you may also come up against a lot of opposition among your colleagues. one must be intellectually prepared to present concrete evidence and argue one's point. (however, you are also more likely to convince people b/c the figures are old and dead and can't deny it. and probably didn't know what rpf is.)

tier 5.5: historical figures who have been fictionalized in media. this depends on the tone you take but unfortunately you will always be up against thomas jefferson hatsune miku binder as the starting point for the general public's thoughts on your hobby. so good luck.

tier 6: racecar drivers. if you are into racecar rpf i assume you are capable of seeing colors that are not visible to the ordinary human eye. they are literally in cars. the creativity required to wring a [romantic] narrative from people driving cars around a track is beyond my comprehension.

tier π: living politicians. you are a pariah among even your most deranged peers. no one respects you. you are categorically a weirdo and beyond help.

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