Dr. Strand! hey, it’s me, Alex… Reagan. Uh, this is like the 200th time I’ve left you a message without a response. So if you’re trying to tell me something… I do not know what it is because you won’t call me back.
Note: Part two is here!So this has been long overdue since it was supposed to be Worldwide Day for write-a-thon, but oh well. Writing this really made me wanna go to DC…so I did lmao. Anyway, enjoy. :)
Word Count: 4559
Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader
Warnings: cursing,mentions of death
Summary: Thomas Jefferson, a world-famous boxer who is pegged as a self-centered asshole that has everything — good looks, fame, fortune, talent — trains for his big fight against Alexander Hamilton. When he moves to Washington D.C. to be closer to his family, he meets someone who will look past his outer shell and get to know the real him.
“You’re going out with him again?” Alex asked. “This is like the seventh time in the last three weeks.”
You were currently facetiming your best friend before he had to leave to do an interview for some sports magazine. You both had tried to stay in contact with each other over the past few weeks even though he was really busy. Just because he was five states away didn’t mean that you couldn’t talk every once in awhile.
“You’ve been counting?” You snickered.
“That’s besides the point, Y/N.” He deadpanned. “He’s no good for you.”
You rolled your eyes at him. “You don’t know him, Alexander. He’s not as bad as you think.”
“I know enough about him, okay? Have you even done any research on him?” Alexander asked. “The guy rode to fame on his father’s back, he thinks he’s on the top of the world, and he’s a wannabe playboy…need I say more?”
You scoffed. “‘Wannabe playboy’?”
“Yup. Wannabe playboy. He probably flaunts his fame and money around to get women. Then when he’s bored, he’ll drop a girl and move onto another one.”
“Stop making assumptions, Alex. Thomas isn’t like that, okay? He’s actually very kind and–”
“–egotistical and self-centered and narcissistic.”
“Those all mean the same thing.”
“Again,” Alexander said, “that’s besides the point.”
“Alex, I get that he’s your enemy because of your upcoming match, but damn. You haven’t been this harsh with any of your previous opponents. Would you please give him the benefit of the doubt? I actually like him.”
“Oh no…” He said in realization. “You don’t like like him, do you? Please don’t tell me you do…”
You stayed silent. Thomas and you had bonded a lot over the past three weeks. Each time the two of you hung out, you’d show him a bit more of DC. You had learned that in addition to being interested in law, he was also a pretty big history buff. He’d tell you various facts based on the many historical places you went to. The nation’s capital was completely loaded with history, so there wasn’t a time that went by when he didn’t say anything related to the country’s past.
“Y/N?” Alexander interrupted your thoughts.
“…well, you told me not to tell you…” You trailed off sheepishly.
His eyes widened. “Goddammit, Y/N, seriously? I mean, seriously?! Jefferson? Why him? Out of all people.”
You sighed, rolling your eyes. “He’s cute and funny and actually very sweet.”
“You’ve known him for three weeks, Y/N.”
“A lot can happen in a short amount of time, Alexander.” You said. “Plus, it’s not like I’m saying I love him. I just think–”
You were cut off by Alex groaning. “I don’t like him, Y/N. Please don’t end up dating him.”
You gave him a stern look. “You don’t have to like him, Alex. I don’t need your approval if I want to date someone. I can’t believe you’re acting like this, you should be happy for me finally wanting to settle down and date someone…”
“I’m just trying to prevent you from getting your feelings hurt–”
“I know you mean well, but I’ve got this.” You sighed. “I can handle myself, okay?”
Alex was hesitant and you could tell that he still didn’t agree about Jefferson, but he nodded anyway. “Fine, okay, I’m sorry.” He breathed out.
“Thank you.” You replied before checking the time. “Alright, well, I gotta go. I have to be at the gym in 15 minutes. Good luck with your interview, you’ll do great.” You said, giving him a thumbs up through the camera.
He chuckled, giving you a half smile. “Take care, Y/N.”
“You too,” you responded, hovering over the ‘end call’ button. “Bye, Lex.”
You saw the chopped up video of him waving before you ended the call, leaning back in your seat with a sigh. You wished that Alex could be more understanding, but unfortunately he was very stubborn and hard-headed. That being said, it didn’t stop you from living your life and making your own decisions.
After you ended your call with Alexander, you got ready to go out with Thomas before you left your apartment to walk to your family’s gym. A couple minutes later, you saw him leaning against the wall in his purple zip-up hoodie. Once he caught sight of you, he pushed off the light-colored brick and waited for you with a small grin on his face.
“Hello, sir.” You voiced in a terrible old British accent as you approached him. “Are you ready to continue our DC journey?”
“Why of course, milady.” Thomas said in a fancy voice, holding his arm out for you to take. “Lead the way.”
You smiled as you walked down the sidewalk arm in arm with Thomas. This banter was normal now between you and the notorious boxer. You had grown extremely comfortable with the guy and let your true colors (and your extremely goofy side) show around him.
“So what do we have planned this afternoon, madam?”
“Well, I was hoping I could surprise you, Mr. Jefferson.”
“Surprise me, you say?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes. I was thinking about taking you to a– special place, then get dinner afterwards at a restaurant of your choice…if that’s okay with you, of course.”
“That sounds magnificent, my darling.” He said sweetly, making you to burst out into small giggles, which then caused him to grin widely.
Still smiling, you removed your arm from Thomas’ and stuffed your hands into the pocket of your hoodie. It was the start of spring, so the weather had warmed up some, but not enough for you to go outside without a jacket of some sort.
“So, how was training?” You asked, glancing up at him as you raised your hand up to hail a cab.
He shrugged. “The usual. James worked me non-stop like he does everyday.” A yellow cab pulled up beside you guys. “But I’m getting quicker, that’s for sure. So whatever crazy training plan he has is actually working. I’m feeling really good.” He laughed before he pulled the cab door open, gesturing for you to get in. “Ladies first.”
You rolled your eyes at him before you climbed into the cab with him following shortly after.
“Gravelly Point, please.” You requested kindly to the driver before you turned to Thomas to continue your conversation. “Anyway, that’s good. I’m glad you feel good about it.”
“Mhm,” he hummed, looking out the window before he turned to send you a smirk. “So, ‘Gravelly Point’, eh? What’s that?”
You rolled your eyes. “You’ll find out in ten minutes or so when we get there.”
“I could just google it, you know.” He commented, holding his phone out to taunt you.
“Don’t you dare, Jefferson. I will fight you if you do.”
“Sure you will, Y/N.” He chuckled, putting his phone back in his pocket.
“I will, you’ll see.” You said, watching your city pass by outside of the window.
Twenty-five minutes later, due to horrible DC traffic, you had finally arrived at the destination on the outskirts of the city. You thanked the driver and paid him before you and Thomas climbed out of the car.
“This,” you said, gesturing to the area of open green grass with picnic tables scattered around and a football field in the distance, “is Gravelly Point. I used to come here all the time as a kid.”
You watched Thomas as he looked around with wondering eyes. Gravelly Point was a park near Reagan National Airport that DC locals knew of. The openness of the park allowed people to come and relax as they watched planes come in for landing one after another. It had become one of your favorite places in the area simply because of how beautiful it was. In the far distance, you could see the Washington Monument in plain sight across the body of water between the lands.
“It’s weird,” you noted quietly, walking through the park with Thomas at your side, “it’s a Saturday and there aren’t that many people here.”
“Oh well,” he mused while grinning down at you, “more room for us.”
About 15 minutes later, after you guys explored the place a bit, you found a stretch of grass with a perfect view of the airplanes, Washington Monument, and the river all in one scene. It was truly a beautiful sight even though the sky was gray from the weather being a little cloudy.
Then all of a sudden, Thomas plopped down on the grass and laid back, supporting his head by locking his fingers behind it.
You raised an eyebrow as you looked down at him. “What are you doing?”
“Relaxing.” He voiced with his eyes closed. After a couple of seconds, he spoke again, cracking one eye open. “You should too. C’mon, it’s great. Join me.” He said, reaching his hand up towards you.
With a roll of your eyes and a chuckle, you took his hand and let out a surprised squeak as he pulled you down to lay next to him.
“Aw, come on, don’t tell me you didn’t see that coming.” He laughed, lifting his head up slightly to watch you get on your knees to crawl over and rest your head on his stomach, lying perpendicular to him while watching a plane pass above you.
“I didn’t, and I honestly don’t know how I fell for that stupid trick. It’s the oldest one in the book.” You replied with a playful sigh. “I must not be as sharp as I think I am.”
“You said it, not me.” Even though you couldn’t see his face, you knew he was smirking.
You reached your arm out to blindly slap him somewhere you hoped would hurt him. You could feel him shake with laughter as he caught your hand, preventing you from hitting him.
The two of your stayed like that, messing with each other, talking, and listening to the planes loudly go by every once in awhile; it was actually very relaxing and tranquil. Also, Thomas was as comfortable as a pillow…you could definitely get used to this.
“Did you know that at the time it was finished, the Washington Monument was the tallest building in the world?” Thomas asked, looking at the famous landmark in the distance and breaking the peaceful silence between the two of you that lasted for a good while.
“Mhm,” he mused, “then in 1887 the Eiffel Tower surpassed it.”
“Yeah,” he replied as he subconsciously and gently ran his hand through your hair.
A small grin tugged at your lips as you hummed in acknowledgement, closing your eyes in content.
“What,” he asked.
“Who knew a boxer could be such a history geek?”
“Shut up,” he mumbled, causing your smile to widen.
A few seconds later, Thomas spoke up again. “Hey, did you feel that?”
“Feel what?” You murmured, not bothering to budge at all.
A beat passed. “That.” He said again. “You seriously aren’t feeling any raindrops?”
Then, as if on cue, you felt a drop of rain plop directly on your forehead, causing you to open your eyes and sit up, glancing at the sky. It had gotten significantly darker and grayer since the two of you arrived at the park.
You and Thomas slowly rose to your feet with widened eyes.
“Shit, this isn’t good.” You commented.
“…I’m gonna call an Über and let’s hope that it gets here soon.” Thomas said.
As Thomas ordered an Über, droplets of water started falling down faster and faster. Before you knew it, it was pouring. You and Thomas walked back towards the empty parking lot while getting soaked and looking for some sort of refuge. The only cover you could think of was a tree, and the only trees in your general area were small trees with barely any leaves on them. Oh well, they were better than nothing.
“Alright, new plan.” You said once you got underneath the tree for the tiny bit of cover it provided. “We’re completely soaked, so I don’t think going to a restaurant is the best idea.”
You sat down, pulling your knees up towards you. Thomas hummed in agreement as he lowered himself down next to you, leaning back on the trunk of the tree.
“We could go back home, shower and get dry and stuff, then you could come to my place and eat.” He proposed. “I can make the best mac and cheese.”
You breathed out a laugh despite your slightly saddened state because of the weather. “The best?”
“The best.” He confirmed with a grin. Somehow, he managed to find a way to make you smile even though you were in a bad situation.
“I thought you said you weren’t cocky,” you teased.
He chuckled. “Okay, I will admit, I’m a bit cocky when it comes to cooking my favorite food.”
You playfully gasped, shaking your head. “And here I thought you were different than the others.”
He grinned down at you. “I am.”
You rolled your eyes as you laughed again, ignoring him. “Yeah, we can totally do that. I wanna see if it’s as good as you say it is.”
“Ooh,” he chuckled. “is that a challenge?”
“I-it might be.” You stuttered due to the cold feeling you felt consuming your body because of your cold wet clothes.
“Well, then challenge accepted.” He said, trying to lighten the mood.
In the small silence that had grown between you two, you looked up to see Thomas gazing down at you. The rain had him completely drenched, like you, with water droplets dripping off the ends of his hair and jawline.
“I would offer you my jacket, but you already have one on, so that would be useless…” Thomas trailed off before he wrapped an arm around you, hugging you tightly against him. You immediately felt yourself warm up a bit, and you weren’t sure if it was because you were blushing or because of his body heat. Probably both. “This will have to do for now.”
“I’m sorry our plans got screwed up.” You murmured loud enough for him to hear over the rain, before leaning your head on his shoulder. “I should’ve ch-checked the weather.”
“Hey, it’s not your fault, Y/N.” He said softly, gently grabbing your chin to tilt your head up so you could look at him. “You have no control over Mother Nature.”
“I know, but still…”
“Things happen for a reason, okay?” His beautiful brown eyes stared down at you full of care before he started to slowly lean down.
Was this really happening? Holy shit, holy shit, it was.
Your brain began to short-circuit as your faces drifted closer together. You could feel his warm breath on your lips as your noses grazed each other. You were so close to him, so close.
The moment was ruined by Thomas’ phone sounding loudly in his pocket, making him pull back and drop his forehead to your shoulder, letting out something that sounded like it was between a sigh and a groan.
“Über’s here,” he murmured, before he stood up, extending an arm out to you. You took it and let him help you up, afterwards Thomas kept a hold on you and enlaced your fingers as you fast-walked towards the only vehicle in the parking lot.
No words were exchanged throughout the entire ride to your apartment building. You weren’t sure if it was due to the shock of almost kissing Thomas for the first time, or due to the fact that you were both freezing to death…again, it was probably both.
When you arrived outside your apartment complex, Thomas mumbled a quick thank you before he paid the driver with damp cash. Grabbing your hand again, he climbed out of the car and pulled you along with him, making sure to get inside the building and out of the cold, wet weather as quickly as possible.
When you approached your apartment a couple minutes later, Thomas finally let go of your hand, making you immediately miss its warmth and the way it felt in yours. You unlocked your front door and looked back at Thomas to see him…shyly?… smiling down at you once again.
“Don’t take too long, okay?” He said softly.
You returned his grin before you replied. “I won’t.”
While you showered and changed into dry, warm clothes, your mind couldn’t help but wander to the subject of the boxer who lived two doors down. You liked him. You really liked him; you had almost kissed him…in the rain no less. How cliche is that?
What would have happened if you did kiss? Were you ready for a potential relationship with him? You two were already close, and you often flirted with each other…and he was exactly what you were looking for in a guy. He was sweet, kind, charming, funny, and just an overall genuine guy. Oh, and not to mention he was extremely attractive.
You’d grown incredibly close to the guy in the past couple of weeks. You felt like you had known him for a lot longer than it actually had been. The two of you talked about everything when it came to food, sports, entertainment, and music. However, there was one topic that neither of you really seemed to touch on: family.
The both of you avoided the subject. You remembered him briefly mentioning his mom and sister, and that his parents were divorced, but nothing really past that. You knew very little about his dad, and you still had yet to tell him about yours, but you didn’t want to push him into talking about anything. You knew your boundaries.
Shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you finished getting ready, quickly running a brush through your hair before you made your way over to Thomas’ apartment.
“Alright, I’ll admit it, Jefferson. You were right.” You sighed, before sinking onto his couch next to him, sitting indian style. Some sit-com you barely recognized was playing on his TV with low volume. “Your macaroni and cheese is incredible.”
“I told you,” he said, sending you a smirk. “A girl like you deserves only the best.”
You chuckled and rolled your eyes before you turned your attention back to the TV.
A few minutes later, Thomas broke the comfortable silence that fell between you two. “If I had some wine I would offer you some, but–”
“No, it’s okay.” You cut him off. “I don’t drink.”
“Really?” He asked, clearly confused. “I mean, I don’t drink either because I can’t have alcohol while I’m training for a fight…but it’s interesting that you don’t at all. Can I ask why?”
“It’s, uh…kind of a long story.” You let out a quiet sigh before looking down at your fiddling fingers.
Thomas looked at you with caring eyes, immediately knowing that something was up. “It’s alright, we have time.” He assured you. “If you want to share, that is. I mean, you don’t have to.” He quickly said.
Well, you might as well tell him now.
“No, it’s okay,” you told him, “I wanna tell you.”
In the corner of your eye, you saw him nod as he gazed down at you with concern. You mentally prepared yourself before you began to speak again.
“It happened four and a half years ago. Dad was working late again at the gym because it had just opened. When he left to go home, he was just…he was at the wrong place at the wrong time. It was dark, and he was walking on the sidewalk safely, or what was supposed to be safely, when–” you had to pause for a moment to take a deep breath. It’d been awhile since those words had come out of your mouth. “He was killed. Hit and run…by a drunk driver…and….”
“…you haven’t drank since.” Thomas finished softly, causing your eyes to snap up to his. You nodded silently, watching the understanding expression form on his face.
In a split second, Thomas had pulled you to him and wrapped you in a warm, tight embrace, similar to the one at the park, except this time it was more meaningful.
“I’m so sorry,” he mumbled into your hair. “That must be hard.”
“It’s okay,” you voiced into his chest as you clutched onto his shirt, breathing in his intoxicating scent. “It’s been difficult, but I’ve learned to cope with it. Time is helping, I think.”
Thomas nodded as you both stayed there for a bit, holding each other with the low droning of the television in the background. Over some time, you had shifted to you leaning your head on his shoulder with his arm around you as you sat in a peaceful silence. You were subconsciously fiddling with the fabric of his magenta t-shirt before your attention shifted off the TV and was fully brought to the shirt color.
“You wear this color a lot,” you noted quietly, letting a bit of curiosity seep into your tone. “A lot of your boxing gear is this color, too.” You murmured, recalling the times you’d seen him training with similar colored shorts and shoes.
“It’s my little sister’s favorite color,” he began to explain, his voice just above a murmur. “When I was in LA, I rarely got to see her because I was across the country and training non-stop almost year-round. She thought that, because I was so far away, I…I’d forget about her one day. So, one time when I visited her a while back, she, with the help of my mom, gifted me a pair of magenta shorts so I could remember her whenever I fought and/or trained.” Thomas smiled at the thought before he continued. “I’ve stuck to the color ever since. Purple wraps, purple training gloves, shoes, everything. I do whatever I can to make up for the fact that I wasn’t always around, even when she’s not watching.”
“That’s so sweet,” you murmured, before pulling your head off of his shoulder to meet his gaze. “Is that why you moved here? To try and see them more?”
“Well, yeah, in a way–” Thomas cut himself off by clearing his throat before he could finish the sentence and nodded, breaking eye contact. “My mom needs me now more than ever. I also needed to just–
get away from my dad and the press. We don’t exactly have the best relationship.”
“You and your dad, or you and the press?” You asked even though you already knew the answer.
“Both.” He sighed, thankful for the slight shift in conversation. As much as he loved them, talking about his mom and sister was a bit of a sore subject for him, as much.
“I figured,” you replied.
my father won’t quit.” Thomas said, shifting his eyes to the ground. “He has no humility or empathy for anyone, and it saddens me. My father doesn’t care about anyone but himself; the only other things he cares about are money and fame. He treats me like a puppet and treats my mother and sister like shit whenever he sees them. I had to get away from him, even if it was only for a couple of months.” Thomas sighed, unwrapping his arm from around you to drop his face into his hands. He felt bad about talking about this to you. “And I’m so sorry about complaining about my father in front of you when yours–
“Thomas, no, it’s okay. I completely understand you.” You said, pulling his hands away from his face. “This situation is completely different from mine. Just because my dad was killed doesn’t mean that you have to put up with your father’s shit. What he’s doing to you isn’t okay; it will never be okay. Moving here to put distance between you and him was the right thing to do.”
Your response earned you a grateful smile from Thomas, which made your heart flutter.
“Now, what’s up with the press?” You asked, figuring that now was a good time to let him vent since he was talking openly to you about things.
As a boxer, he was trained to always keep his guard up, yet around you he found that he almost always let it down.
“Nothing, I mean, I think I’ve told you most of it already.” He said, recalling the numerous times he’s complained about the press. “The media won’t stop exploiting my life for profit. It’s gotten to the point where if I complain about it, it’ll just backfire on me and make me look even worse than they originally did. I just hate that they have the wrong impression of me…and I can’t change that. I’ll never be able to change that.”
You nodded in understanding. You remembered Alex’s lecture from earlier, telling you about how Thomas was an asshole.
“You know,” you began softly, tilting your head up to make eye contact with him. “Alexander keeps telling me that you’re a selfish, stuck up, arrogant, womanizing dick. He claims that he’s done ‘research’ on you to ‘protect me’, which I’m pretty sure is just him looking up articles that say bad things about you.”
Thomas sighed and hung his head for a moment before he lifted it back up to look at you again. He knew that Hamilton would do shit like that, he just didn’t want you to believe the lies Alex and the media spread around.
Thomas’ thoughts were interrupted when your hand came up to cup his cheek.
no, I know Alex is wrong, Thomas.” You whispered, your heart beating wildly in your chest from your bold move. Little did you know, Thomas’ was doing the exact same. “You are sweet and kind and charming and ambitious and compassionate. You are not the man everybody says you are. Their opinion doesn’t matter because they never got to know you like I did, even though it’s only been a few weeks…a few great weeks.”
When you finished your speech, you were met by Thomas’ lips lightly being pressed to yours. You were surprised at first, but quickly melted into the kiss as his soft lips glided smoothly over yours. He began to panic once he realized what he had done.
Thomas pulled away all of a sudden to apologize. “I’m sorry,” he breathed out softly, “I shouldn’t have–”
You answered by softly pressing your mouth to his again, silencing him effectively. Thomas’ kisses were tender and careful, pouring countless emotions into each one. His arms pulled you closer to him, molding your bodies together as your lips moved heatedly against each other.
“I’ve wanted to do that since you first knocked on my door.” He panted, smiling after he pulled away, resting his forehead on yours.
“I’ve wanted to do that since you introduced yourself as Sweaty.” You laughed, caressing his scruffy cheek with your thumb.
“I didn’t introduce myself as Sweaty,” Thomas breathed, rolling his eyes. “You were just being a smart ass.”
“Uh huh,” you hummed, letting your eyes fall shut. “Sure, Jefferson.”
“You know it’s true.” He retorted.
“Shut up and kiss me again.” You said, opening your eyes to see him gazing down at you with hooded ones.
Now, I hate Reagan, and lots of y’all probably hear lots of reasons to hate him, but I want to talk about a reason I haven’t seen talked about, much. See, President Reagan was shit, but lets rewind a bit and talk about Governor Reagan and Bloody Thursday.
The date is 1969 and Reagan has been Governor of California for two years, now. Berkeley has bought up a bunch of residential land using eminent domain and started to bulldoze the area to make a athletics center and student housing, but they run out of funds and stop part way through. This happened during Winter Break when students wouldn’t be around to protest it, but now it’s just sitting there, half torn down, and no one is doing shit about it. Some local businesses, some residents, and some students get together and decide to turn it into a park. The University doesn’t approve, but they go through with it anyway. Despite never having approved of it, the University’s administration decide not to fight it and let the students and residents turn it into a park called People’s Park.
But Governor Reagan had run, in part, on the idea that this sort of shit would not fly. He orders in the police on May 15th 1969, a Thursday. They destroyed the progress that had been made on turning the space into a park, kicked people out, and put a fence around it. The students and residents held a rally outside the park about something unrelated. When one of the people yelled, “Let’s take the park!” the sound system got cut by the police and the people at the rally started to march toward the park chanting.
The police fought back with shotguns and tear gas. The shotguns were loaded both with the less lethal birdshot and the more lethal buckshot, though police originally claimed only birdshot was used. One person was shot and killed with buckshot. Police claimed they had thrown a steel bar at the police, but he was likely a bystander. Another was permanently blinded by birdshot. Forty five students and five police were injured.
Reagan responded to this by defending the actions of the police, calling a state of emergency, and sending in the National Guard. Any demonstrations for the next two weeks got broken up by tear gas shot by the National Guard. Reagan described the confrontations between protesters and police as being like a war. Curfew was established. Berkeley city police literally put on scary costumes and attacked people who came close to the park.
In the end, the University voted to keep the park, but Reagan still has blood on his hands for his actions surrounding Bloody Thursday.
Nina and Hazel arrived at the park, Christopher being carried by Nina on the way there. As soon as they got out of the metro and Christopher saw the playground in the distance, he started to squirm and wiggle in Nina’s arms. Nina put him on the ground and Christopher pulled on Nina’s tights, asking if he could go with big begging eyes. Of course, Nina agreed.. as it was the whole reason they came to the park. Christopher smiled broadly and started jumping up and down. He started running towards the playground and Nina and Hazel smiled at each other seeing the toddler so excited to play in the park.
I know a lot of people really don’t like Park Shin Hye, and I’ve never been able to figure out why. The biggest complain I see is her kiss scenes, but like, a lot of her characters are shy and inexperienced, not to mention she has little control over the direction of the scene, and the existence of Pinocchio proves that she is able to film passionate kiss scenes, but whatever.
Flower Boy Next Door was the first drama that I really fell in love with, and Park Shin Hye has a special place in my heart. She always has amazing chemistry with her co stars, and every drama she’s ever been in has been a good experience for me, except You’re Beautiful but Go Mi Nam was absolutely not my problem with that show.