#the lotto

Ingrid Michaelson - The Lotto (feat. AJR) (Spotify)

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Trigger Warnings: Jealousy, (Half) Nakedness, badly translated French

 Description: There are many thoughts going through your head, when something awkward happens.

Words: 648

Y/N … Your Name

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Être magnifique. (French) … That´s wonderful.

A few weeks after the incident at the market, you´re getting dressed for the day. Since Y/F/N said to you that she likes Thomas, you can´t help, but feel an angry fire in your chest every time she and Thomas talk to each other. You always were the more mature and more reasonable person of the two of you, while she, well let´s say she´s always been a player and a hot headed person who often got wasted  and then you had to pick her up at like 2 am. You were never mad at her, but since she “likes” Thomas, you… well, you have this feeling in your guts and you can´t stand the idea of Thomas getting hurt like this. And, you want him for yourself.

While your thoughts wander through your mind, there is a knock at your door. Without thinking and assuming it´s Sally, you say,

“Come in!”

With your back still to the door, you continue to get dressed, but freeze when you hear the voice behind you.

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Trigger Warnings: secondhand embarrassment, choking (on food), fluff

 Description: You´re invited for dinner at the Presidents. He asks you a question you both aren´t prepared for…

Words: 1172

Y/N … Your Name

Y/L/N … Your Last Name

The next morning you wake up with Sally putting away some clothes. “Good morning, Y/N.” she smiles. You stretch your whole body out. “Hmmm… Good morning Sally! How was your night? You ask her. “Mine? Very well. How did you sleep?” “Good!” you smile. ”Wait… How did I get here? I remember sitting in the carriage with Thomas and he told me something in French…” you say confused. “Well, Mr. Jefferson carried you here yesterday, after you both arrived here. Do you know what he said?” she stops putting away the dresses and sits down next to you on the bed. “No, I can´t speak French…” I should´ve gone to the lessons mom wanted to put me in… you think. “Oh. I could teach you, if you want.” Sally offers. “No thanks! You have so much to do in the house, I don´t want to give you more problems.” you laugh. She starts laughing with you. She stands up again and asks you: “Do you know what you´ll wear tonight?” “Why? What is tonight?” you ask, bewildered. “You and Mr. Jefferson are dining at the Washington estate tonight.” She answers additionally. “Right! I totally forgot.” You look up at Sally. “Would you help me pick out a dress?” She turns her head to you and smiles. “I would love to!”

After lunch, you and Sally go up to your room and look at all the dresses you have. There´s the wine-red one, from your first night here, then the two beige ones and many other, but one dress comes to your attention. You never saw it before today. It´s gorgeous! It is made out of the finest silk and it is light blue, like the sky! Around the hips it has a white flower-lace. You take it out of the closet and, with Sally´s help, try it on. “It fits you perfectly!” Sally says as you take a look of yourself in the mirror. “I love it!” you screech quietly. “I´ll take this one. I´m so excited!” you laugh. “Mr. Jefferson won´t find any words.” Sally giggles. “Thank you for helping me, Sally!” you thank her. “No problem! It was fun. But now I should go back to work. Tell me what happened when you´re back!” she tells you. “I will, I promise.” You chuckle, walk over to her and hug her. She hugs you back. “I should be going now… Have fun!” she wishes you. “Okay! See you after dinner!” She disappears out of your room and look at yourself in the mirror again. You smile at yourself. Sally´s words still float around your head. Mr. Jefferson won´t find any words… You smile to yourself, twirl around once more and skip the way out of your bedroom.

You can see Thomas at the end of the staircase. He looks up, sees you and for once in his life, he doesn´t have any words to describe you. He looks at you, with his mouth open. The only word coming out is: “Wow…” he whispers. The dress hugs you at the right spots and the color makes your eyes shine. You blush when you see his reaction and laugh. “Sally told me, you wouldn´t find any words!” “Well, she was right!” he laughed, “Remind me to thank her.” At this comment, you blushed even harder.

Your carriage stops in front of the Presidents´ house. You thank the man who rides the carriage and walk to the door together. Thomas knocks on the door and you can hear heavy footsteps coming to the door. It opens. “Ah, Mr. Jefferson and Y/N! It´s good to see you again.” You both answer at the same time. “It´s wonderful to see you again, Mr. President.” He laughs and lets you in. “Martha! Y/N Y/L/N and Thomas Jefferson are here.” He calls into the kitchen. You hear pans rattle as a very happy woman comes out of the kitchen. “Hello! I´m Martha, pleased to meet you Ms. Y/L/N.” “I´m happy to meet you too! But you can call me Y/N.” Thomas and the president greet each other too and all four of you sit down at the table, say the prayers and begin to eat and start conversations. You talk with Martha, Thomas with the President.

The evening is very relaxing, until the President asks you a question, to which you both aren´t prepared… “Have you two been thinking of marriage?” Thomas chokes on his food and coughs violently and you can see tears forming in his eyes. After you look at the President full of shock, you quickly react and hit Thomas´ back until he stops coughing. “George!” Martha scowls at him. “What? It was only a question!” he replies nonchalantly. After you and Thomas compose yourself again (even though he still has tears in his eyes from before), you answer, still a bit shocked: “Oh, we´re not courting!” But I wish we would… you thought as you glanced at Thomas to look if he´s okay. “You´re not?” Mr. Washington asks you, “Well, it sure looks like it. You constantly look at each other and…” he tries to continue before Martha cuts him off. “Okay, George!” she looks at him dead serious. “I think that´s been enough questions for tonight.” She stands up and takes all the empty plates from the table. “Wait, Martha, I´ll help you!” you offer while you take some of the dishes.

“But, I have to admit that my husband is right!” Martha tells you, as you put the dishes into the sink. “With what?” you ask her. You lean against the counter. “You two do look like you´re courting. Even if you´re not, you would give a wonderful pair!” You can´t help but blush at her words! She continues: “He always looks at you with eyes full of love… and you do it too!” She adds and you smile. Little did you know, that the Washington´s planned this all along, that the President was talking with Thomas about you, like Martha was talking about you at the moment, and that Thomas was grinning embarrassed like a fool right now. After you helped Martha with the dishes and finished the conversations, you say your goodbyes and thank them for the wonderful dinner. “We should do this again sometime!” Martha shouts as you and Thomas walk to your carriage.

“So…” Thomas says quietly as you two sit in the carriage. You hum. “That was awkward…” You look up to him and you both start laughing your heads off. After a few minutes, you collect yourself again. “Yeah, it was awkward… Oh! We´re back home!” You realize while looking out of the window. After you say that, Thomas stares at you, which you don´t notice. He comprehends that you call his house ´Home´, even though it´s not your house, or your family´s house, hell, this is not even the correct era you should be living in! But, he is more than happy that you are here with him! He sees you and thinks he´s the happiest man alive…

A/N: He he he… Thomas noticed he´s in love with you! Yay!! *celebrates*

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Trigger Warnings: being called a whore (That´s the only Trigger Warning, I guess?!)

 Description: You finally go with Thomas to one of his cabinet meetings. You are the only woman there. Some men don´t agree with women being there. You get to know Madison and Washington.

Words: 1396

Y/N … Your Name

Y/L/N … Your Last Name

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Rêver de quelque chose de beau. (French) … Dream of something beautiful.

A few weeks after your failed attempt to go back home, you became good friends with Sally and Thomas. Sally now knows that you really are from 2008. You live in the Jefferson estate with both of them and some other slaves. You fell into their daily routine and liked it there. You helped everywhere you could, but today, at the breakfast table, Thomas asks you something very unusual.

“Y/N, would you like to come with me to a cabinet meeting?” You look up from your breakfast and stare at him, looking for any sign of sarcasm, which you often found in his voice after he came back home from cabinet meetings and talked about Alexander Hamilton, who he said, was the most arrogant person he´d ever met and that he should go back to where he came from. “Okay, I´ll come with you.” You smirk. “If you´re scared of Hamilton, I´ll protect you!” He mocks shock and gasps, then you both start laughing very loud. You´ve never heard him laugh like that. You could listen to that laugh forever. Both of you stop laughing and stare at each other, until Thomas catches himself. “Ah uh, well… Okay, good. I will be waiting outside.” “Yes, I just have to get my coat.” You smile and he smiles back.

Soon you´re in the building where the meetings are held at. Thomas leads you over to some seats. “I´ll come back after the meeting. I´m going to sit right there.” He points at the chair at the opposite of the room. “I´ll be fine! But, thank you!” you both beam at each other. Little did you know, that George Washington was watching both of you interacting from one end of the room. He smirked to himself.

The meeting begins soon and you realize you´re the only other woman in the room. You also realize many of the men watch you suspiciously from the corner of their eyes. But you try to concentrate on the ´cabinet battle´, you called it now, since it was more like a battle than a meeting. President Washington explains that the French allies need the Americans to fight against the British troops. The meeting starts and you listen closely. Even though you know how it will end, you listen closely. Thomas has very good points about the whole situation. “We signed a treaty!” he explained. “We needed money and guns and half a chance. Who provided those funds?” His friend, James Madison coughed: ”France.” An approving murmur went through the crowd. ”In return, they didn´t ask for land. Only a promise that we´d lend a hand and stand with them if they fought against oppressors and revolution is messy, but now it´s the time to stand!” Thomas almost yelled. “I know that Alexander Hamilton is here and he would rather not have this debate, I´ll remind you, that he is NOT Secretary of State. He knows nothing of loyalty,” a voice in the back of the room calls out: “Nothing!” “Smells like new money, dresses like fake royalty, desperate to rise above his station! Everything he does betrays the ideals of our nation!” The crowd goes wild and you can see Thomas practically glowing! “Thank you, Secretary Jefferson. Secretary Hamilton, your response…” Washington tries to calm the people as Hamilton slowly stands up. “You must be out of your DAMN mind if you think, the President is gonna bring the nation to the brink,…” You flinch when he yells. You would´ve never thought that Alexander Hamilton could have a voice this big. “…of meddling of a military mess, a game of chess where France is Queen- and Kingless! We signed a treaty with a king whose head is now in a basket! Would you like to take it out and ask it: ´Should we honor our treaty, King Louis´ head?´ ‘Uh, do whatever you want, I´m super dead!’” You´re shocked that Hamilton sounds more like a child than a politician. Your thoughts are interfered by Washington standing up and calling through the crowd. “Enough, enough! Hamilton is right!” You don´t understand. Why does he think Hamilton´ plan is better? At least Thomas had better points!, you thought. You used to think, that you would like Hamilton and that Thomas was just over exaggerating, but now… well, let’s just say you don´t like Hamilton anymore. Thomas tries to interrupt, but Washington keeps talking. “We´re too fragile to start another war!” “But sir, do we not fight for freedom? The people are leading!” he tries to reason. Washington shakes his head. “The people are rioting. There´s a difference. Frankly, it´s a little disquieting you would let your ideals blind you to reality.” The President says in a soft but firm voice. He tells Hamilton to drop the statement of neutrality.

The people slowly start to stand up and you make your way to Thomas, who looks disappointed. “Hey, it´s okay. You´ll win next time! I think you had better arguments.” You smile up to him. He looks down to you, smiles and wants to say something when a man out of the audience yells: “Look! Jefferson brought another whore with him!” Thomas and you both glare at the man. Thomas opens his mouth, but you shut him up. “Thomas, let me. I can handle this!” He closes his mouth again as you turn back to the man, who´s still standing there. “I´m sorry sir. Did you just call me a whore?” He grins. “Well, I´m sorry! Were you trying to offend me? Because the only thing offending me in this room is your face!” You can hear Thomas snicker behind you. The mans´ eyes grow wide and he flushes before he runs out of the rooms, flustered.

You turn back to Thomas and see him grinning. “Was that good?” you ask him, a bit unsure. “That was fantastic!” he laughs. His laugh makes you smile and soon both of you start laughing. “I´ve never heard a woman defend herself like that. But, I´ve also never seen Mr. Smith get flustered and run this fast!” you hear someone laugh. You turn around and see James Madison, best friend and partner of Thomas´. “You must be Y/N Y/L/N. It´s wonderful to put a beautiful face to this name!” you blush. He takes your hand and kisses it softly. “Thomas told me so much about you.” You don´t know, but you swear, you are able to blush even more. You spot Thomas from the corner of your eye and can tell he´s blushing too! “Well, I´ve heard much about you, Mr. Madison.” you smile. “Oh, please call me James, Ms. Y/L/N.” “Only, if call me Y/N.” He smiles at you. “Of course Y/N. If you´ll excuse me, I´ll be on my way home. It was a pleasure meeting you, Y/N. Good bye, Thomas!” You both say your goodbyes.

Just as you want to go, Washington approaches. “Thomas and the lovely lady who defended herself against Mr. Smith. I´ve never seen Mr. Smith being flustered! Thank you for making my day, Ms. …?” “Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N. But you can call my Y/N, Mr. President!” you laugh.  “Y/N. What a wonderful name!” he laughs too. “Thomas, can I talk with you for a moment? Alone?” “Of course, Mr. President!” Thomas and Washington go to a corner in the room. You take a few glances and notice Thomas blushing. What could make him blush? You ask yourself. You gather your things from your seat and look over to the President and Thomas, they seem to be discussing something. Politicians… you laugh as you shake your head. After they stop talking about whatever they were talking about, Thomas comes over to you and lends you his arm. “Shall we?” he asks you. You willingly take his hand and smile. “The president invited us for dinner tomorrow.” You look up to him. “Both of us?” you ask, not believing him. “Yes, of course!” he laughs. “Would you come?” “I would love to come with you!” you answer. “Good.” You can hear the smile in his face. You both step into the carriage and drive back to the Jefferson estate. You´re so exhausted, you fall asleep on his shoulder. Before you dose off, he whispers: “Rêver de quelque chose de beau.” Your last thought is as your eyes flutter shut: Damn, I should really learn French… He later carries you up to your room where you dream about the events of today.

A/N: Hello again! As always, I hope you liked this chapter! Yes, the ´Cabinet Battle #2´ is in this chapter. And Washington, Madison and Hamilton were in this one (and the stupid Mr. Smith). But anyways, next chapter Reader and Thomas are going to go to the Washingtons for dinner! I hope you´re as excited as I am!

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Trigger Warnings: missing family and friends, false hope (?), a little Angst, I don´t think there´s anything else…

 Description: After dinner, Thomas and you walk along the shore at the beach where he found you. You find out, he believes you traveled through time and helps you find a way back, but…

Words: 1044 (a bit longer than the other ones)

Y/N … Your Name

Y/F/N … Your Friends Name

Translations:

Elle est beau… (French) … She is beautiful…

Oui, monsieur. C’est elle. (French) … Yes, sir. She is.

Es muy bonita. (Spanish) … It is very beautiful.

After dinner, Sally begins to put the plates away. “Wait, Sally, I can help you!”, you offer. Before Sally can answer, Thomas says: “No, please Y/N! You´re the guest. Would you join me for a walk at the shore?” You turn to Sally, she just nods at you “It´s no problem!”, she smiles. “Then I would like to join you.”, you answer as you turn back to Thomas. “Wonderful, if you wait for me in the foyer, I´ll be right with you Y/N.” You just nod and make your way to the entrance as you overhear Thomas and Sally say something. “Elle est beau…”, you hear Thomas say. Too bad, you don´t understand French. You listen closely to Sally. “Oui, monsieur. C’est elle.”, you can hear her smile in her face.

It´s still warm outside. You both stroll along the beach and watch the sunset. “This is my favorite spot. I always come here when I have to clear out my mind.” He tells you, while you both sit on a rock. “Es muy bonita!” you slip into your native language, but don´t realize it. “You speak Spanish?”, Thomas asks you. “Oh, sorry.”, you laugh, ”Yeah, my father is Puerto-Rican and my mother is from New York.” “Did you live in New York?”, he looks at you. “Yes. Why?”, you ask. “Well, I was just wondering how you came to this shore.” “Well…”, you struggle with words as tears come to your eyes, “I was on a ship with my friend, Y/F/N, and… and…”, you start sniffling and you feel tears clouding your vision. “Breathe, Y/N. It´s ok. I´m here.”, he tries to comfort you by giving you his hand. You take a deep breath. “Thank you.”, you squeeze his hand,” There was a giant storm, with purple lightning and loud thunder and I fell of the ship…” “Did you say purple lightning?!” he asks shocked. “I know, it´s stupi-…” “No, no, I know what that was! Come with me!” He jumps up and starts running back to his estate. You try keeping up with him, but his damn long legs don´t let you.

He´s already back at his residence in the front yard when you come to him, trying to catch a breath. Thomas grabs your arm and shoves you to his library in the house. Your eyes widen in awe, as you see the tons and tons of books standing in the big bookshelves leaning against the walls in the room. You remain on your spot while Thomas runs through the room, seemingly searching for different books. “Where is it? Where…”, he mumbles to himself. “Ah! Here it is!”, you flinch as he shouts. “Look, Y/N! The way you described the storm you were in… It´s just like the storms described in here! It says, ´The people which were found after those kind of storms, always said they came from different eras.´. You know what this means Y/N?” You look slowly into his eyes, realizing what he means. “You-you mean there were other people, who went back in time? Just like me?” “Yes!” he almost screams. “That means, there´s a way back! I can go back!” you yell back. You turn away and don´t see Thomas´ smile falter for a moment, but the smile recovers quickly. “Yes, I-I could help you! Sally!” he calls Sally into the room. “Yes, monsieur Jefferson?” she asks. “Please bring us some tea and coffee. We will be working here.” He requests. “Of course sir.” She smiles.

After about two hours later, it´s midnight now, you jump up, book in your hand and whisper-scream at Thomas: “Thomas, I found something! Thomas?” He startles awake and looks confused before he sees you, then smiles. “You did? Show me!” You rush over to him and sit down. “Look! I just have to get to the same place I came here and…” you trail off. “I don´t know where I traveled back in time… I´ll never be able to go back.” The realization hits you as your voice becomes quieter with every word. Thomas takes the book out of your hands and looks at the pages. He slowly puts the book away, and puts his arm around you. Both of sit there for a long time. The only sound that can be heard is your muffled crying and occasional sniffles.

You think of your family and Y/F/N, where they are right now, if they already know you´re gone, if they miss you. You slowly realize that Thomas is stroking your hair and tries to soothe you. “Ssshhh… I´m here Y/N. It´s ok, it´s ok.” You look up at him. “I´m sorry.”, you mumble into his magenta suit. He furrows his brow. “Sorry? For what?” “Well,” you hiccup, “everything… I held you up just so we could find a way to get me back and that way is impossible! Plus I´m making your suit wet…” you laugh a bit as you say the last sentence. He snorts:” It´s ok. I said I´m okay with staying up late with you to look for a way.” He glances at the clock. “It´s late. Do you want to talk about it, or get to your bed?” He asks with concern in his eyes. “I think I´m ready to go to bed.” You sniffle. He helps you stand up. “Thomas?” “Yes?” “Where can I get a nightgown?” you ask him, blushing a little bit. “There are some nightgowns on the dresser in your room.” “Thank you” you make your way up the stairs where you stop, turn around and walk back down again. “Is everything alright?” he asks you. You don´t say anything. You come up to him and give him a hug. Only now you realize, you only come up to his chest. “Thank you again.” You whisper into his chest. He hesitates before he puts his arms around you and hums. “Good night. Have a good sleep!” You separate paths and Thomas walks into his bedroom. After you dress yourself in a nightgown, you lie in bed and stare at the ceiling, still thinking about your family and friends and how your life is going to change since you have to stay here. You soon fall into a deep sleep.

A/N: Sooooo, yeah. I cried a bit while writing this Part, even though I did make notes before I wrote this… But I´m not ashamed of my tears! In the next Part, there is going to be Thomas (of course) and Alexander, Washington and Madison will be introduced. If you like this Series or this Part, please reblog it! Thanks!

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