thomas pullings

roseclipping  asked:

jamilton with your fav of these: 24, 78, or 79

78. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

Thomas pulled at his hair and groaned. “I can’t fucking believe that, he shows up and acts as if nothing is out of the ordinary.

“Nothing is out of the ordinary.” James took a sip of coffee. “I really don’t know what you’re talking about. I know I say I don’t know what you’re talking about a lot, but this time I really don’t know.”

Thomas looked at him, eyes wide. “Did you see him?”

“Who?”

“Argh.” Thomas looked to the side. “Hamilton. Did you see Hamilton?”

James raised a brow. “Yes.”

Thomas slapped his hands on the table and said, “then you know what I’m talking about!”

“No, I really don’t.”

“You didn’t see?” Thomas asked, looking back at him. He banged his hands on the table again. “How did you not see?”

James took another sip of coffee. “And what did I not see?”

“Hamilton shaved! He cut his hair!”

“Oh, that.” James snorted. “I thought you were talking about something important.”

Thomas’ mouth dropped open. “That is important! ‘oh, that’ What the fuck James?”

“I really don’t get what the big deal is.”

Thomas sputtered. He gathered himself after a moment and said, “because before I was able to be like, don’t be attracted to the greasy fuck! But now! Now he’s cute! And I can’t do this, James! I can’t argue with the man when he’s just going to look at me and I’m literally going to melt.”

There was a knock on the door frame, and a familiar voice called into the room, “who can’t you argue with anymore. I need to get them on my side.”

Thomas closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to the table. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

James looked around to find Hamilton with a widening smile as realization set in. “Oh my god, you were talking about me!” Hamilton laughed, giddy. “This is the best thing I’ve heard.”

“Leave,” Thomas said. “For the love of all that is holy, leave.”

Hamilton walked in and sat in the chair next to James. “But you think I’m cute.”

Thomas groaned, and James took the opportunity to stand up, coffee in hand. “And I’m going to go now, good bye.”

// Writing prompts for days // ko-fi

… All except for Pullings, who had the watch, and was walking the quarterdeck with his hands behind his back, pacing in as close an imitation of Captain Aubrey as his form could manage, and remembering, every now and then, to look stern, devilish, as like a right tartar as possible, in spite of his bubbling happiness.
—  ‘Post Captain,’ Patrick O'Brian
Listen, if I loved this character anymore he’d be my own flesh and blood, oh my gosh
SERIOUSLY DEBATING IF I SHOULD STAY UP UNTIL 3 AM TO WATCH THE SEASON FINALE OF SVTFOE OR NOT. LIKE I HAVE SCHOOL TOMORROW BUT TBH ITS NOT AS IMPORTANT AS THE SHIT THATS ABOUT TO GO DOWN

Originally posted by buraktos

anonymous asked:

bOI can i ask for some jeffmads? It fuels my soul,,, super fluffy and Thomas being a lil gay shit

JEFFMADS IS THE SHIT!

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James, at this point, was only half listening. He heard this at least five times a day - at the least. Hamilton this, Hamilton that. He’d never admit it, but every time Thomas brought up Alex, a spark of jealousy would light in his stomach,

He didn’t hate Alex as Thomas did - sure they weren’t best friends but after doing a project with him and them both doing most of the work - stupid John Jay - you grow fond of the little dude.

When your boyfriend won’t shut up about them, that’s when you get annoyed with them.

With a sighed he pushed his roller chair back, having submit the essay he was writing. Thomas paused his rant, hearing James’ sigh.

“You okay?”

James nodded. “Just…tired I guess.”

A worried look came over his face. “You’re not getting sick again are you baby?” He fell from his position, feet having been over the back of the couch and head hanging down, he turned to look at his boyfriend.

“No, I’m not getting sick.” Sick of hearing about your spite centered crush on Hamilton.

“I know that look. Something’s bothering you.” James rolled his eyes, moving to sit on the end of the couch, pulling out his phone.

“Nothings bothering me Thomas…” His voice held annoyance.

His eyes went wide as he felt a  weight lay down on him, looking sideways to see a massive floof of curls in his face.

“Thomas, what are you doing?” The weight intensified, Thomas leaning heavier on his body, James being squished onto the couch.

He began laughing, small giggles as Thomas forced more weight onto him.

“Gravity is increasing on me!”

James caught on, kicking his legs half heartedly, “Is not.”

“Is too! The same thing happened yesterday!” He threw his arms out, smooshing James more, causing breathless giggles to escape him.

“You rotten boyfriend, your butt is crushing me! Why do you have to act so weird?” Thomas laughed, James feeling his body shake on top of his.

“I love you Jemmy.” He rolled his eyes, sighed in fake annoyance.

“Love you too Tommy.”

Thomas rolled over, face right above James’, leaning down, leaving a soft peck on his lips. “What’s wrong Jemmy?” He sighed, turning away a bit.

“You just…It’s stupid.”

Thomas tilted his head, rolling his eyes. “If it’s bothering you it isn’t stupid. Now out with it you big fluff ball.”

“You’re one to talk.” James rolled his eyes and laughed softly. “Just, I dunno, whenever you get home all you seem to talk about is Alex…”

Thomas opened his mouth but James beat him to it, “I know it’s stupid to be jealous of it - you hate him! But, I don’t know. You talk about him so much I just feel like I’m put second. Like you put your fake debates over me. And I know it’s important to you but - “

James’ eyes fluttered shut, Thomas pressing his lips against his softly. Thomas pulled back, laughing softly. “I’m sorry I make you feel that way baby. Alex - I don’t know, they just get me mad, fired up. You’re the only one who listens and cares so I vent to you! I’ll limit myself, make sure I don’t talk about him too much.”

“I know you need to vent! But, yeah, maybe just, limit yourself? Like, only an hour after you come home?” 

Thomas nodded, burying his face in James’ neck. “Of course baby! Only an hour for Hamilton venting! The rest is to be focused on you!”

James rolled his eyes. “They don’t have to be - oh.” He breathed shakily, Thomas’ teeth slowly nibbling at his skin. “That - That works too.”

caught in the middle (Thomas/Newt)

Originally posted by space-ing-out

Originally posted by sangsterseyes

so I recently watched the maze runner again and this idea came to me, plus look at how cute Dylan and Thomas are!

Warning: long af…  3,976 words to be exact. you’re welcome.

“breakfast time.” Frypan called to us.

I ran to the dining hut with Minho right on my tail. I was the only girl in the glade and one of the fastest people here. Alby immediately promoted me to a runner when he saw me running. I was even faster than Minho, that’s why he always liked to race me.

“ha better luck next time Min.” I chuckled punching his shoulder as we entered the hut.

“seriously how do you beat me every time?” Minho asked out of breath.

I chuckled again before taking my usual spot next to Newt.

“you know y/n you really should let him win every once in awhile, I’m tired of him complaining.” Newt said laughing and handing me a plate of food.

Minho and I were great friends but it was nothing compared to the relationship I had with Newt. He was the one that picked me up out of the box and made me feel welcome. He made it his personal duty to make sure that I wasn’t harassed or bothered by the other gladers. When Alby asked me about becoming a runner Newt made sure I knew what I was getting in to and assured me if I didn’t want to I didn’t have to. If there was anyone in the glade I trusted with my life it was definitely Newt.

“oh come on Newt you know I can’t do that.” I said grabbing a fork and digging in.

Not many people were up at this time. Just the runners, Newt, Alby, and surprisingly always Thomas. He came over taking the other seat beside me.

“hey Tommy why are you up so early?” I asked turning my attention to him.

“couldn’t sleep.” He said shrugging his shoulders.

I put my hand on his giving it a comforting squeeze. I felt bad for Thomas, he just shows up in this weird place and then Ben tries to kill him. Unfortunately we had to send Ben out in the maze last night, and Thomas blamed himself.  I noticed Newt tense from beside me. I felt bad so I turned my attention back to Newt giving him a smile.

“you better finish eating love Minho might leave without you.” Newt said looking at Minho scarfing down his food.

I know what you’re thinking, “oh my god Newt just called you love” but that is just who Newt is as a person.

“please like Minho would last a minute without me in that maze.” I said taking a couple more bites.

Newt was about to respond when Alby came in to collect me and Minho.

“lets go.” Alby commanded.

“be careful.” Newt said handing me my runner bag.

I looked over at Thomas quickly, he had a very confused look on his face. I knew he wanted to become a runner, but Alby wouldn’t even give him a chance.

“always am Newt. see you later Tommy.” I said giving them a smile.

I followed Alby and Minho out to the maze. Little did I realize this would be the day that everything changed. I was never terrified of going in the maze. I knew my way around and the grievers didn’t come out in the day time that was until recently. We kept turning corners for what felt like hours. Minho, Alby, and I were looking for any sign that Ben had lasted a night in the maze, which no one ever has, and then out of nowhere a griever starts chasing us.

“RUN!” Alby shouted at me and Minho.

We all took off running, but Alby wasn’t quick enough. The griever caught him by the leg, stinging him.

“Minho wait!” I called.

I took my hatchet out of my bag throwing it at the griever. It scurried off giving me time to run over to Alby. He was groaning in pain. Minho quickly joined me at Alby’s side.

“you guys have to go, it’s getting dark.” Alby said clutching his chest.

“we’re not leaving you here.” I said grabbing Alby’s arm.

Minho backed up a couple steps.

“Minho what are you doing? Help me!” I screamed.

Minho grabbed my arm pulling me so Alby could not hear us.

“y/n we have to be cautious, he could turn at any moment.” Minho said stealing a glace at Alby.

“what so you just want to leave him!?”

“I didn’t say that y/n I said we need to be cautious.” Minho said annoyed.

I really wished Newt were here in a moment like this. I guess you could say I felt a sense of safety and security with Newt. I didn’t know what it meant, considering I can’t remember if i’d ever liked a boy before. I didn’t really even know what it meant to have feelings for another person now. All I knew was Newt made me feel safe and happy.

“than what are you trying to say?” I snapped equally as annoyed now.

Minho walked over to Alby, punching him in the face. I ran over trying to get him to stop, causing Minho’s hand to swing back and hit me in the nose. I could feel the blood trickle out of my nose. Minho punched him again knocking him out.

“what was that for you shuck head!” I screamed pounding my fist against Minho’s chest.

“trust me I just saved us, now help me or were next.” Minho said picking up Alby’s arm.

I grabbed the other and we started to make our way back to the glade. We had run farther than we originally planned thanks to the griever chasing us.

“come on go faster y/n, were never going to make it.” Minho growled.

It was difficult though to run while supporting another person.

“i’m trying.” I said a tear slipping out of my eye.

Like I said before, I was never terrified of going in the maze, that was until right now. I could feel my breathing become rapid. We were still a good mile away from the glade and the maze doors would close any minute now.

“no come on!” Minho growled starting to pull Alby farther ahead.

I was losing my grip on him and soon dropped him completely. I grabbed a hold of him again putting every single last bit of energy I had into overdrive. The dreadful sound of the maze doors closing was heard by Minho and myself.

“were close to the entrance!” I yelled but now it was Minho who fumbled with Alby.

Minho dropped him, dropping to his knees to catch his breath. I was pulling Alby by his arms when the other gladers came in to our view.

“come on!” Chuck yelled from the opening, but the doors were closing too quickly.

I lost my grip on Alby again, dropping him and falling on my butt. I looked back at the gladers my eyes instantly connecting with Newts.

“Newt.” I called a tear rolling down my face.

He looked at me with tears in his eyes, but he didn’t move.

“Newt.” I said again, this time hurt evident in my voice.

But he didn’t move. The doors were almost completely shut, when Thomas pushed through running in the maze. He barely made it through when the doors slammed shut. Newt didn’t save me, maybe I needed to rethink who I trusted my life with.

“good job, you just killed yourself.” Minho breathed distracting me from my thoughts.

Thomas walked over to me offering me a hand up.

“nobody is dying tonight.” I said looking Thomas in the eyes.

He was trying to be brave but I could tell he was scared just like Minho and I were.

“news flash shuck no one has ever survived a night in the maze.” Minho said dropping his bag.

“we have to try.” Thomas said walking over to Alby.

I followed him grabbing on to Alby’s arm.

“if you shucks want to survive we have to go now, the maze is already changing.” Minho said looking at Alby.

“we’re not leaving him here."  Thomas said firmly looking at Minho.

"we can tie him up there.” I said pointing up at the vines.

Thomas shook his head and we started tying a vine around Alby’s waist. Thomas, Minho and I pulled hoisting him up the wall. The faint sounds of clicking and metal scraping could be heard. A griever was approaching.

“come on guys we have to go.” Minho said looking down the stretch.

“not yet, we almost got him.” I said pulling back harder.

It would’ve been easier if Alby weren't such a big guy. The clicking and scraping got even closer.

“guys I can't I’m sorry.” Minho said dropping the vine and sprinting off.

Alby started to fall but Thomas and I held on to the vine. Our hands burned as we finally tied it off. 

“Thomas.” I breathed looking at the shadow of the griever.

Thomas pulls me down and we hide in the vines. My backside is pressed up against him, making it very awkward. However, that was the least of our worries. I could feel my breathing get heavier as I saw the metal legs of the creature. Thomas wrapped an arm around my waist pulling me closer to him. I could feel him breathing down my neck causing me to shiver.

“I think it’s gone, stay here and i’ll check.” Thomas whispered in my ear.

“no, i’ll go. I know the maze better than you do.” I said sliding out slowly from under the vines.

I didn’t give him time to protest. He had already risked his life for me coming in the maze so now I needed to help him. I checked down both sides of the maze walls and thankfully the griever was gone.

“alright Tommy you can come out.” I said in my normal voice now.

Thomas crawled out trying to catch his breath. I was too focused on the pile of goo on the ground. I looked up seeing the griever right above Thomas. I tackled him to the ground, just as the griever jumped down.

“come on.” Thomas said getting up.

He grabbed my hand and we sprinted as fast as our legs would carry us. The griever was right on our trail the entire time.

“Thomas stop.” I screamed realizing where we ended up.

It was a little cliff that had a serious drop down. I turned around looking at the griever approaching. I grabbed Thomas arm, tears running down my face.

“we have to jump.” Thomas said pointing to a wall of vines at the other side of the cliff.

I was terrified.

“I can’t Thomas.” I said a tear rolling down my cheek.

“it’ll be okay we’ll do it together.” Thomas said tightening his grip on my hand.

I shook my head. We backed up a little before sprinting to the edge and jumping. Thomas had to let go of my hand to grab a vine. I tried to but my grip was slipping. I lost it completely sending me hurtling down to the ground. Before I could fall any further Thomas caught my arm. This boy had saved my life for the third time today.

“Thomas!” I called as the griever leapt from the cliff too. 

Thomas let go of the vine and we fell to the ground. He flipped us around in the air so he landed on his back and I fell on top of him. The grievers legs were tangled in the vine. Thomas and I took this as our chance to run. We sprinted around the corner before running directly into Minho.

“Minho!” I said throwing my arms around him.

We didn’t have much time for a reunion as the griever got itself untangled and had come for us. We all took off running to another part of the maze.

“we’re never gonna outrun them!" Minho shouted.

He was right. Thomas and I had been getting lucky so far tonight.

"I have an idea. This way!" Thomas screamed.

We followed him to a section of the maze that was closing off. Minho and I ran through but Thomas hesitated.

"Thomas come on!” I screamed worried for him.

I was about to run after him when I noticed what he was doing. The griever was barreling after him. At the last second Thomas hurtled himself out crushing the griever in between the walls. I ran over throwing my arms around the boy who had just saved my life for the fourth time today.

“look!” Minho said pointing at the sky.

The sun was starting to rise meaning morning was approaching. I can’t believe it. We had survived a night in the maze.

NEWT’S POV

The doors would be opening any minute now. I sat here all night, just listening, listening for a scream, a cry, anything. I needed to know if she made it. I should’ve run in after her, but I let my fear stop me from saving the girl I loved. She didn’t know I loved her, nobody but Alby knew. It wasn’t like I was allowed to be with her, it was my rule after all, a rule that I was now regretting. Chuck came back and waited with me. I didn’t have any hope for them walking out, but Chuck did and I wasn’t about to take that away from him. Even if the managed to make it out alive, she would probably never talk to me again. She wanted my help and I couldn’t do it.

“what are you shucks doing? They ain't coming back. Nobody survives a night in the maze, you know that Newt. ” Gally said standing there with that stupid look on his face.

“you don’t know that!” Chuck said standing up.

I felt a tear slip down my cheek. Gally was right. I had to accept the fact that she wasn’t walking out of that maze. Neither was Alby, which meant I had to now run the glade by myself. The doors creaked open, and just as I suspected they weren’t there.

“Chuck they’re gone.” I said my voice cracking with sadness.

I started to walk away when I heard Chuck yelling. I whipped around to see Minho and Thomas dragging Alby, and behind them was my beautiful y/n. She made it. I was going to do everything in my power to make it up to her, even if that meant admitting my true feelings for her.

READER POV

The sunlight was blinding as we took the last few steps out of the maze. Thomas, Minho and I collapsed while the gladers surrounded us. They were all asking questions but I didn’t really pay any attention. I was starting to feel extremely dizzy and nauseous. Winston came over picking up Alby and taking him to the hut.

“y/n?” A familiar british accent said.

It was Newt. He extended a hand looking down at me with sad eyes. I looked at him and then his hand before disregarding it and pushing myself off the ground. Newt sighed as I shoulder checked him walking past. I knew we would have to have a meeting about what happened last night. I walked in the med jack hut so I could get checked out. Thomas was in there talking to Chuck.

“hey y/n, Thomas was just telling me how brave you were out there! I don’t know if I could’ve done that.” Chuck beamed.

I glanced over at Thomas who was now red in the face.

“oh really?” I smirked sitting down beside the two boys.

“well you were.” Thomas said shrugging his shoulders.

“Chuck you should’ve seen how brave Tommy was. In fact, he saved my life four times!” I beamed smiling at Chucks excitement.

Chuck was about to respond when his name was called. He gave us a smile before running out of the hut. There was a comfortable silence that settled between me and Thomas.

“you know I never did thank you for saving my life four times.” I chuckled looking in his eyes.

“you don’t have to thank me.” Thomas said grabbing my hand and giving it a squeeze.

“but you didn’t have to run in after us. so why did you?” I asked turning my body towards him.

Thomas was quiet for a few seconds like he was pondering my question.

“I guess I heard you calling out for Newt, and I had to do something. I couldn’t let you die.” Thomas said his face getting red again.

I smiled slowly leaning in and kissing his cheek.

“well aren’t you just the sweetest.” I smirked as his face got redder.

He let out a nervous laugh as it turned silent again. Thomas and I were still holding hands as we waited for Winston and Clint. I could feel my face heat up as he rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb.

“ah screw it.” Thomas said dropping my hand.

He put both hands on my face pulling my lips to meet his. I can’t remember if i’d ever kissed a boy before, but i’m pretty sure it didn’t compare to this. I kissed back trying to keep up with Thomas’s passion and hunger. We stopped when we heard someone clear their throat. We turned around to see Chuck shielding his eyes.

“uh Newt wants to see you guys.” Chuck said laughing.

I hopped off the bed and walked out followed by Thomas and Chuck. I was trying to control my heartbeat from kissing Thomas. It was passionate yet gentle at the same time. I didn’t know what it meant, but I think I liked it. Newt stood there with Minho and Gally. I rolled my eyes. Of course Gally would have something to say. Gally gave an annoyed look when he saw Chuck walk in with us.

“that’ll be all slop boy. This meeting is for people who matter around the glade.” Gally said glaring at Chuck.

Chuck sadly walked out.

“let’s get on with this.” I said rolling my eyes.

The last place I wanted to be was in a room with Gally and Newt. I’ve always hated Gally, Newt I recently hated. Okay I didn’t hate Newt but I just couldn’t believe that he didn’t fight for me. He always did before, like if a glader was bothering me, Newt would throw him in the pit for the night. I guess it was a lot asking him to run in to the maze for me, but then why did Thomas?

“How?” Newt asked referring to how Thomas killed the griever.

I stayed silent while Minho and Thomas told the story. Minho even suggested that Thomas become a runner, which I was all for. It wasn’t until Gally spoke that I got heated.

“we don’t know the percussions of his actions Newt. I think he should get punished for breaking the rules.” Gally said crossing his arms over his chest.

“punished? His actions? Gally his actions saved not only my life but Minho and Alby’s too! What the hell are you doing Gally? Oh wait I know NOTHING! You want to be in charge, well guess what you’re not, you’re just an asshole who thinks he is.” I growled standing up and getting in his face.

“don’t talk to me like that.” Gally growled back.

“you know what I am sick and tired of you!” I screamed.

I punched Gally in the face.

“that’s for being mean to Chuck.”

I punched him in the face again.

“that’s for Thomas.”

I took my knee and kneed him in the balls.

“and that’s for me!”

I huffed and walked out as Gally fell to the ground groaning in pain. I walked to the pit knowing i’d have to spend the night there for attacking another glader, but damn was it worth it! Newt walked over with the keys to the pit.

“you certainly did a numba on him.” Newt said going to unlock the lock.

I didn’t respond instead just glared at him. He started to unlock it but stopped.

“come on.” Newt said grabbing my arm.

“Newt what are you doing?” I growled trying to pry my arm out of his grasp.

Newt took me in his hut, closing the door and blocking it with his body.

“what the hell Newt, let me out!” I said trying to push past him.

He wrapped his arms around me in a hug. I tried to struggle out of his grasp but he only wrapped his arms around me tighter. I gave in and wrapped my arms around him too. That was when I felt something wet hit my skin and I realized that Newt was crying.

“Newt what’s wrong?” I asked pulling away so I could look at him.

I had never seen Newt cry before.

“I’m so bloody stupid!” He said sitting down on his bed and putting his head in his hands.

“Newt what are you talking about?” I asked sitting down next to him.

It reminded me of what happened earlier in the med jack hut with Thomas.

“I should’ve went after you, you were relying on me and I was too much of a bloody chicken to help. Now you hate me and I probably lost you to Tommy.” He said bringing his head up to look at me.

“Newt, I don’t hate you and you’re not going to lose me Newt. I can’t really expect you to just risk your life to save mine. The gladers need you here. I was just being selfish.” I said looking down ashamed of how I was acting.

“that’s the thing that scares me most. I would give up my life to save yours y/n.” Newt admitted looking back down at his hands.

I sucked in a sharp breath. Why would Newt say that?

“Newt I don’t understand.” I said trying to read something from his facial expression.

Newt stood up and started pacing the room, like he wanted to tell me something but he was unsure if he should.

“Newt what is it?” I asked standing up now too.

“ah screw it.” Newt said.

In one quick stride Newt was in front of me and putting his lips on mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me. He rested his hands on my hips kissing me with all he had in him.

“don’t you understand I bloody love you y/n!” Newt said pulling away and resting his forehead against mine.

I was shocked. Newt loved me. Did I love him? Did I like Thomas?

“uh y/n?” I heard a voice say from his doorway.

I turned around to Thomas standing there. I was wondering if he saw me kissing Newt but the hurt in his eyes was a dead giveaway that he had.

“I guess what happened in the med jack hut didn’t mean anything.” Thomas said disappointed.

I wanted to protest that it did but Newt’s voice cut me off.

“what happened in the med jack hut?” Newt asked squaring his shoulders to Thomas.

“you’re not the only one she’s kissed today.” Thomas said getting in Newts face.

I knew if I didn’t intervene this would get ugly fast.

“stop both of you. I don’t know what this means okay? and you both kissed me, I kissed back because I just I don’t know how I feel.” I said feeling a tear slip past my eye.

I pushed past Thomas running out of Newt’s hut. I ignored there calls after me and went to my hammock. I climbed in looking at the sky above. A million thoughts were swirling around in my head. Did I love Newt? Did I love Thomas? I couldn’t decide. I was simply just caught in the middle.

Originally posted by karolinaichuj

The Map Room - Smut

Originally posted by stvlinski

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Thomas/Reader 
Words: 1198
AN: @writing-obrien wanted Thomas sin. I wrote this in 30 mins don’t judge me. 💕 




“Thomas what are you doing? Where are you taking me?”

He didn’t answer as he dragged you into the map room, his head whipping back and forth to check if anyone was around to see you. Most of the Gladers were in bed, or over by the fire pit, so it looked like you were in the clear.

“Thomas?” You tried again.

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Secret Relationships (Thomas Jefferson x Hamilton!Reader)

Originally posted by alexander-hamiltunes

Prompt: “Oh my God, you love her!”

Summary: Being Alexander’s younger sister isn’t always the easiest thing in the world. When you have to hide the fact that you are dating his enemy, Thomas Jefferson, it becomes even harder. How will Alex react?

Warnings: Lying? Ummm, maybe some Out Of Characterness, but I hope not.

Time Period: Hamiltime

Words: 2230

A/N: Hey guys! I really am so sorry for not posting a story recently, but school as gotten to me. However, I have a couple of stories almost ready to post. (and sorry about the title, still trying to work on that.) More exciting news: I started this blog 3 weeks ago today and I almost have 300 followers!! You guys are the best thank you so much! I hope you enjoy the story, and please send in some requests, my inbox is empty. Have a wonderful day!

Being the younger sister of Alexander Hamilton was not the easiest thing in the world. While you loved your brother dearly, there were times that he could be a bit too stubborn. Most of the these situations happened during dreaded cabinet meetings, or “battles” as they had been renamed.

Usually, you would avoid going, but Alexander would beg and plead with you until you gave him. The reason you dreaded them so much was because of the talk. Most people there believed that because Alexander was your brother, you could apparently control how he behaved. Not true.

One particular day, you and Alexander were walking side by side to the meeting. You walked along in comfortable silence, so your mind drifted to the upcoming battle. Alexander was going up against a man named Thomas Jefferson. They would be debating over whether or not the government should accept Alex’s plans for the nation to assume state’s debts.

After arriving, you wished your brother good luck and went to find a seat. Looking around, you pulled the hat you had worn, further down. Maybe then people wouldn’t openly tell you how idiotic they thought your brother’s ideas were. Not long after you got settled, President Washing walked into the middle of the room followed by Alexander and Mr. Jefferson.

Everything happened so fast, you were unsure where to look. Mr. Jefferson claimed that each state should be responsible for their own debts. he also tried to insult Alex by saying his plan was too long to understand, but you just laughed because he had just insulted himself.

Unfortunately, Alexander came back with full force. You but your lip and kept your head down, praying Alexander wouldn’t say anything too rash. Your ears tuned back in to the conversation when you heard your brother shout,

“Bend over, I’ll show you where my shoe fits!”

Your head snapped up and your eyes went wide. All around you, everyone was going crazy, discussing who they sided with most. Ignoring all the talk, you rushed to your brother and grabbed his arm, pulling him away from the crowd.

“What the hell was that, Alexander?” you cursed, not caring if anybody overhead her.

“What do you mean?” he asked rather confused. “Jefferson was out of line so I put him back in his place.” Alex tried to defend.

Before you could respond, President Washington walked behind your brother. You quickly curtsied out of respect and watch Alexander’s eyes go wide as he walked away with his commander.

“Serves him right.” you mumbled, smoothing down the wrinkles on your dress.

Glancing around the room, you saw Mr. Jefferson talking quietly with Mr. Madison. Sighing heavily, you began the journey towards their spot. Somebody had to apologize for Alexander’s actions.

“Mr. Jefferson.” you stated and both men turned to face you.

“Yes, may I help you, Miss…” he began, but trialed off when he realized he did not know your name.

“Hamilton. (y/n) Hamilton.” you introduced yourself, but hurried on once you saw the distain in Jefferson’s eyes grow. “I, um, I came here to apologize for my brother’s words. He was partially in the wrong, and we both know he is too stubborn to admit it.” you confessed.

“I agree.” Jefferson agreed bluntly, but added on to his statement after noticing your look of disbelief. “But I accept your apology and offer my apologizes, Miss. Hamilton” he told you.

“Thank you.”

‘How is it that we have not yet met, Miss. Hamilton?” Jefferson inquired. “I’m sure I would not forget a face as beautiful as yours.”

You blushed and look down at the floor. ‘Well, Mr. Jefferson, you have been off in France.” you pointed out.

“That is true, and please call me Thomas.” he insisted.

“Only if you call me (y/n).” you countered.

Neither of you were able to say another word because it was then that Alexander stormed over to you and puled you behind him, distancing you from Thomas.

“(y/n), what are you doing talking to the likes of him?” Alex spat.

You opened your mouth to speak, but Thomas beat you to it. “We were having a perfectly civil conversation until you came over here, Hamilton.”

Sensing another argument, you stepped between the two men, holding each of them back. “Both of you are grown men, so let us stop fighting like children. For goodness sake, you are both dignified members of government.” you chided.

Then, you turned to your brother and tried to reason with him. “Alexander, I do not need to be protected, I was simply apologizing to Thomas for your behavior. Now let’s-”

“Thomas?” your brother seethed, and you quickly pulled him outside to head back home.

“I’m so sorry against, Thomas. I hope to see you again soon.” you called over your shoulder, offering him a smile.

“Goodbye, (y/n).” you heard him respond, and the rest of the way home you had a blush on your cheeks as you ignored your still fuming brother.

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Boys (S.D.R. x Reader)

AN: there might be a part two? Maybe. We’ll see. 

Tag Crew: @artisticgamer @huffleheyguys @theoverlordofeverything @hmltntrsh51 @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit2

Request: @megabooklover18 - Then could I request the democratic republicansx reader where one of them accidentally punched the reader and then they panic and go into mother hen mode?

Warning: fuck boys 

Word Count: 1,688

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You and the boys were sprawled out on the lawn of the courtyard relaxing after class. This week, all of your schedules were filled with free periods due to the three day long talent show of sorts that your school put on every year before break. All of these free periods meant more time with your boys, which you greatly appreciated. Everyone was grateful for the easy week, with a few exceptions.

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Never Let a Wound Ruin Me

this was a request but the ask posted weird so i’m posting it here but anyway this is a fluffly jamilton oneshot based on @midnigtartist battle buddies au in which Alex and Thomas discuss Alex’s scars

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“Are you ever gonna tell me how you got all those scars?”

Alex paused buttoning up his shirt to look at Thomas in consideration. He was used to his lovers asking about his scars. Generally during a one night stand there is a moment in which his shirt comes off and whoever he’s with sees the scars and it’s a second in which they take it in and decide to comment on it. Some people ignore it. Some people are into it.

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A kiss

The first time they kiss James feels like a toddler discovering a new world, eyes wide with the astonishment of what it has to offer. He hopes that what he is doing is right - he has been kissed many a times before, true, but never quite like this. It is as if he has forgotten everything he knew before.

Thomas is all softness, but demanding at the same time, guiding where James is unsure and yet molding himself around him, instinctively adapting to James’ insecurity. James can feel him smiling into the kiss when his arms come up to pull Thomas closer. It’s as much daring as he can procure at the moment but it seems more than enough for now.

When they separate again Thomas doesn’t step away, his hands staying on James’ shoulders. He says nothing, simply smiles, and James feels something inside him give way as it never has before.

***

“I never thought you’d be such a chaste kisser,” Thomas laughs as James keeps planting kisses between his shoulder blades. They are in bed, limbs entangled in their sheets but leaving enough bare skin for James to spoil Thomas a little. “Miranda didn’t teach you much, did she?”

James only snorts and kisses Thomas’ back again, this time pulling a little with his teeth. Thomas’ skin tastes faintly of the previous night still, sweat and saltiness and that soft taste that is Thomas’ own. Thomas grins but he wriggles a little close to James, humming under his breath when the kisses grow longer and more forceful, travelling down the entire length of his back.

“She certainly tried to,” Flint finally murmurs and the deep laugh that it draws from Thomas makes his chest vibrate. It always feels like a wave that’s enveloping him, that sound of richness and warmth and he wants to feel himself surrounded by it forever.

***

There is a beard on Thomas’ lips now and for a moment James asks himself once more if he isn’t dreaming all this. But no - the rest of him feels still the same, as incredible as it seems. It is still Thomas, beneath the grime and sweat and the scars, visible as well as invisible, that have accumulated over the years apart. The familiarity makes James’ heart ache, but it is a good ache, like that of a seed pushing its way through what used to be a surface made of nothing but hard rock.

They are both more hesitant and more forceful now, filled with incredulity that this is truly happening. The first kiss is hesitant but grows more desperate and longing soon - neither of them can quite believe that this will last yet, so used are they to fate ripping their happiness out of their hands.

It takes years for them to realise that this time, it truly won’t, that each kiss is a gift that can be given over and over again. As many times as they want.

Hightened Anxiety

So this came about because I read a couple fics about Thomas going on medication and it kinda hurting Anxiety…..and they were amazing fics.. And I loved them….but….  Something  wasn’t sitting well with me ….so here’s this….sorry. Because like Thomas said, everyone has anxiety, his is just heightened.

Warnings: Panic attack; negative self talk; hurt/comfort

@lekawaiimelon because Under the Door killed me so this is my respone

also @the-prince-and-the-emo @obviouslyelementary @dan-yuna

Logic, Morality and Prince were gathered in Thomas’ living room, the four of them whispering in hushed tones, working together to come up with a new video idea. Anxiety felt it like a cold hand around his heart. They were whispering in hopes that he wouldn’t hear, that this time he wouldn’t come. But how could he not? When they were all so afraid that he would, it practically summoned him.

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With You Tonight - Thomas Imagine (SMUT)

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A/N: Okay so I haven’t written any Thomas imagines for so long or any at all since my fic so I decided to write a little something. Haha I don’t know where I was trying to go with this one… so my bad if it’s bad. Hopefully it isn’t too bad. And sorry in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes etc. Also for any autocorrect mistakes since I wrote this one on my phone.

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Pairing: Thomas x Reader
Warning: Smut!
Word count: 1675


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