Hamilton x Reader [DISCONTINUED]

Thomas Jefferson x Reader - Two Month Thing (2)

Summary: Thomas knows. He wants to talk.
Triggers: forgot this sorry, cussing, I think that's all,
Time period: Present
Note: I hope you guys like this! Also this is now my longest fic, replacing Accidentally Wasted! Yay!

Time seemed like an eternity. Seconds to minutes. Minutes to hours. Although; yes, it wasn't a big deal that he knew you liked him; this was Jefferson. He'd try to ruin you if he didn't like you back, which was most likely the situation.

As you paced through your apartment, you also tugged at your shirt, in a furious manner. Feeling slightly denounced by Eliza lead to some unpleasant thoughts, which got you into the stance you were in at the moment. Everything seemed bleak, and bleary.

Have the rumor spread and you'd socially lose everything you had gained. Grunting, you waddled to your freezer to pull out ice cream and feast as you sat on your couch, shoveling it into your mouth while watching Stranger Things.

A half hour into the indulging, a knock on your door was heard, Peggy quickly slamming the door open. " (Y/N)! " she cried, rushing over to you.

" Oh god, I'm so sorry, " she rambled, " Eliza just let it slip, she didn't mean it! You're probably furious at her, I would b-- "
You cut her off by holding up your hand.

" Pause. Calm down, Peg. I'm not mad. It's fine. It was bound to slip and I'd rather someone else say it, than me, " you explained cooly, looking back at the TV. She carefully eyed you before turning and facing the television.

Before you knew it, you'd been sitting there for a couple hours with her.
A ding! caught your attention. Giving in, you grabbed your phone, reading over the texts you'd gotten. You'd been ignoring your phone the whole day. Your breath hitched in your throat.

Angieeee
- Hey, you holding up well? Just wanted to check in. Sorry for ruining your day.
Maria
- (Y/N), sorry about telling James. It had to be done.
Peggy
- I'm coming over, just a heads up.
- Are you home?
- Doesn't matter I guess.

Your most recent texts from Thomas were the one that caught your eye the most.

Francophile Fucker
- I know. Listen, can you come over? Or I could go over there?
- Since you're not answering, I'm just gonna come over. Be there in 15.

He had text that 7 minutes ago. Gasping, you tugged Peggy's arm. " He's coming over, " you gaped, desperately staring at her. Her attention quickly flashed from the TV to you. Eyes wide, she sputtered, " Fuck! Wha-- no. I got this. Just listen to him. I'll leave. "

Whining, you stared at her with puppy dog eyes as she picked up her purse that she'd thrown on the floor when she came. " Do you have to go and leave me to the Thomasaurus Rex? " you groaned, slapping a hand onto your face and slowly dragging it down.

" Yeah. Sorry. Be sure to text me how it goes though, yeah? " she said, opening the door. You nodded and she waved goodbye and closed the door.

You violently gripped the pillow that accompanied your couch, as you fearfully stared at the ground, wondering what was going to happen in the next hour. A knock sounded on your door.

You begrudgingly got up and opened it to a more than exhausted looking Thomas. " H-hey, are you okay? " you murmur, opening the door more as to invite him in. He sauntered over to your couch, " Yeah, I'm fine, just barely slept. "

You closed the door and followed close behind, sitting down next to him. He bit his lip, then looked up at you. His chocolate brown eyes, so full of passion and flare, brought you to the melting point.

" Listen, I- uh, " he stammered, then grabbed your hand and held it between his two. " I.. I really like you. Like, really, " he blushed, a small smile forming. You couldn't believe the sight before you; Thomas Jefferson, nervous.

" I do, but all in all, I'm scared. I'm really scared. I don't want to hurt you. "
You chuckled, shaking your head, " Thomas, Thomas. Listen to me, okay? " you said, putting the unoccupied hand on the side of his face.

He nuzzled into it, the stubble on his face slightly scratching it. " I'm.. scared, too. Commitment has been a boundary I've tried to overstep for years. That's why we arranged what we did, right? " He nodded along, continuing to listen.

" And yeah, it's kind of a big step, and, it's scary, and.. " you trailed off with the rambling, glancing off to the side. Shaking your head, you snapped out of it

" Thomas, I'm willing to face this fear. For you. I really, like you. I've really gotten to know you these two months, and.. if you're willing to try, I am too. We can take it slow. Let's just try for a week. And, if it doesn't work, then we can just, be friends. "

Thomas, slowly letting it all sink in, nodded. The scruff tickled your hand, causing you to start giggle. His eyes lit up at this act, and grabbed you, holding you close to him. " You're really cute, " he muttered, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he slowly dozed off.

Snuggling into his chest, you sighed contentedly, " You are too, " you responded, eyes fluttering closed.

A week later full of kisses and cuddles put you at his apartment, eating a bowl of mac and cheese. " Thomas, " you called out to your boyfriend. " Yeah? " he responded, walking out of the kitchen with a bowl of mac and cheese, also, wearing just boxers.

You blushed, scanning his figure. " You've seen me naked god knows how many times, why are you blushing? " he chuckled at you. " What can I say? Your body is just so god damn amazing that every time I see it, it's like a breath of fresh air, " you sheepishly smiled and shrugged.

" You flatter me, darling, " he grinned, sitting down next to you on the couch. " You know, it's been a week since we've started dating, " you comment, glancing up at him. He slowly nods, not knowing what you're getting at.

" You have to tell me if you still want to date. Remember, we were supposed to just date for a week? " you said, glancing at him.

He let out a loud laugh, " If you say so. (Y/N), will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend for a long time and maybe one day, my wife? " he asked, that dazzling smile making you melt inside.

" Aw, babe. I suppose. Don't want you walking around forever a single man, right? " you teased him. " Huh! Wow! Okkkaaayyy, " he drawled out, pouting.

" Don't pout. I was just joking, " you said, scooting into his lap and pressing a kiss to his jawline. " You know, you're the best girlfriend ever, " he murmured, leaning down to give you a kiss. " And you're the best boyfriend ever, " you said before kissing him back.