Hamilton Imagines

Bend to Break - Thomas Jefferson x Reader Modern!AU

Warnings: angsty af

"Thomas where are you?" You growled at the door, where your boyfriend, Thomas Jefferson, was supposed to have entered for dinner. An hour ago. After you had already postponed two hours.

As usual something had come up at the office, undoubtedly something to do with your friend, Alexander Hamilton. Thomas had hated him before the two of you started dating, but now it seemed worse.

He was always working late and working extra days, going on whenever called, trying his damndest to one-up Hamilton. At first it wasn't too bad, he was careful to hold dates and be home for dinner. But as you and Alex began to talk in the last few months when you came to see Tommy at the office, he was staying even more. He seemed to have the notion that Alex was attracted to you, which was ridiculous. He had Eliza and Philip at home, and you were like his little sister.

But regardless how many times you insisted on this, Thomas continued to stay over at work. At first it was just pushing dinner back. Then he had to cancel a date or two. But this...him completely forgetting about you...that was a first.

You felt tears well up as you stood, smoothing out your soft yellow skirt and black top. You had tried to look nice for Tommy, even curling your hair and had small candles set up in the bedroom.

It was your one year anniversary after all.

But instead of the nice dinner you had hoped for, you were here by yourself. You sighed, and blew out the candles, turning the lights up. You pulled the pin out of your hair, letting it tumble onto your shoulders, and ran a hand through it.

You removed the food from the table, safely packing it in the refrigerator, and only then did you take notice of the steady stream of tears on your face. You absently wiped your cheek, looking at the water on your fingertips. You knew why you were crying. You knew what you were going to do. You just didn't want to.

Tommy loves me. I am important to him. He loves me. Thomas. Loves. Me.

But not as much as he hates Hamilton.

The thoughts finally settled there, forcing your pacing self into a standstill. You looked up, tears still falling, as the door clicked open and shut. You heard Thomas remove his coat and shoes, and waited for him to call for you as he used to when he got home.

But he didn't. Instead he walked in and looked up at you, and frowned at the tear-tracked black streaks below your eyes.

"(Y/n), what's wrong?" You knew he hadn't meant it to come out as if he didn't care. But it did.

"You are." The two words were quiet, but pierced the air like a scream.

A heartbeat.

"What the hell does that mean?"

You looked up, meeting the dark brown eyes that you had fallen in love with. "Thomas do you know what today is?"

He frowned deeper, "Yeah, April Twenty....fourth...oh my god. (Y/n) I am so so sorry! I was caught up at work and I forgot completely about dinner!"

For once his smooth southern drawl did nothing to soothe the hurt within your heart. You shook your head, "What about last week? When you cancelled our park date? Or two days ago when I moved dinner back an hour for you? How much longer are you going to keep making your job, making beating Alex, more important than spending time with me??"

Thomas opened his mouth a few times, then his jaw set in anger, "I...it's not like that and you know it! We need to get this idea finished or I could lose my position! I'm doing this to keep providing for you! Can't you be grateful?"

"For what? The fact that I never see my boyfriend? The fact that I've eaten alone more than with you in the last two months? I can't keep moving my schedule and changing my plans to accommodate your desperate need to better Hamilton in everything!"

"What does that even mean? Do you not understand how important this job is to me?"

"No I understand exactly how important it is to you, it's more important than I am! So happy anniversary, it's the last one you're getting! I'll be back for my things tomorrow!"

You stormed past the furious southerner, out the door. As soon as you got outside you regretted not grabbing a coat since it was pouring, but you didn't stop, you certainly weren't going back inside. You wrapped your arms around yourself and ran down the dark street, heading to somewhere you knew you'd be ok.

The Hamilton's.

You got there and within one tap of your knuckles the door swung open to reveal Eliza standing there, and she gasped.

"Oh, (y/n), honey come inside! It's pouring, you're going to catch a cold!" She put her arm around your shivering frame, guiding you to the warm living room where a fireplace crackled with warmth.

"Hold tight I'll get you some warm dry clothes. Alex!!" She yelled softly into the next room and your best friend stuck his head out the door, his long hair loose from its typical ponytail.

"Yes darling? Oh my gosh, (y/n)! What happened?" He rushed over, grabbing a blanket and draping over your shoulders.

You were crying again. Thomas hadn't even been working with Alex. He'd been home.

"Try to get her a little warm, I'm going to grab her some dry clothes." Alex nodded, guiding you to sit in front of the fire. He didn't let go of your shoulders, instead sitting on the floor next to you, letting you cry into his shoulder.

Thomas POV

(Y/n) rushed past me and I heard the door slam. I didn't move. I couldn't. The love of my life thought I held my job as more important than her. I thought back over the last two months, to when I started staying longer. She thought I was trying to one-up her friend Alexander. But she was wrong, I'd been consoling with him, getting his advice. And yes, working more, but I needed the extra money....

I pulled out the small box from my pocket, flipping it open to show the beautiful yet delicate ring I had picked up on my way home. The real reason I was late. The reason I'd been working over, asking Alex questions, trying to hate him a little less.

Man I really fucked up.

I ran a hand through my curled hair, and felt a single tear slide down my face. I pulled out my phone, a small buzz coming from it.

Alexan-durr: what the fuck did you do??

Me: I messed up. She...is she there?

Alexan-durr: yes. And don't even think of coming over here. She's a mess, tell me you didn't do what I think you did.

Me: did she say anything?

Alexan-durr: she thinks your job is more important to you than she is. I'm going to see what I can do, but I hope to god almighty you can fix this. I hate your ass, but she loves you, Jefferson. She's like my little sister, you better fix this. Or I'm going to kick your ass.

I sighed, setting my phone down, and sat down against the wall. How could I possibly fix this?

A/N: Part two??