Whoops, I know I'll forget when it is fic time, so Im kinda just gonna send it now (sorry Im just ill and sleepy and yeah) But could you maybe do a Jeffermads one with trans jefferson and prompts 5 and 9 from the new list (Im angsty as hell today whoops sorry)
You got it, kiddo! I hope you enjoy waking up to this lil fic! <333 We’re doing a college au where the two boys share an apartment! Children, buckle those angst seatbelts because we are GOING ON A RIDE!!! ;)
“There’s blood on your hands” and “Don’t call me that.”
Thomas Jefferson had just finished putting on his binder and was pulling his shirt over his head when he heard an awful crash from the other room. He raced out of his and Madison’s bedroom and into the kitchen, where he was pretty certain the noise had come from.
He stopped in the doorway, frozen as he took in the sight of his boyfriend hunched over, frantically picking broken glass up off the floor, muttering something to himself.
You’re so stupid, James, god. You just ruin things. You can’t even pour a glass of water right…
Thomas couldn’t stand to hear his boyfriend speak so poorly of himself any longer.
“Baby,” Jefferson said.
Madison whipped his head up, eyes wide and wild as he took in his boyfriend standing in the doorway. “Don’t call me that,” he whispered.
Thomas sighed. He knew why Madison didn’t want to be called baby in that moment, and it wasn’t because the term of endearment bothered him. It was because he felt he didn’t deserve any kind of love or affection. It was because he hated himself, so he assumed Thomas must hate him, too.
Jefferson gasped as he looked closer at Madison. “There’s blood on your hands,” he exclaimed, rushing over to him.
“Just from picking up the glass,” Madison huffed.
“James,” Thomas said, taking both his hands in his. “Let me help. Please.”
Madison looked into Thomas’ eyes long and hard. Jefferson could see the moment he gave in.
“Okay,” he whispered, hanging his head in shame.
Thomas kissed the tip of his nose then held out cupped hands for the shards of glass Madison had already collected. He poured them into Jefferson’s hands. Jefferson threw them out then got the vacuum, sucking up the smaller bits they couldn’t see, but their feet would most surely feel if they left them there.
Then, he took Madison by his uninjured hand and led him down the hallway to the bathroom. He wordlessly disinfected and bandaged the cut, which he was relieved to see wasn’t very deep at all, then brought the bandaged hand to his lips and kissed it.
“I love you, James,” Jefferson said. “And one day you’ll love you, too.” He pulled his boyfriend close, letting him bury his face in his shirt. He stroked his hair and kissed the crown of his head.
“You really will love yourself,” he repeated, softer this time. “I promise.”