Requested: cronch_bathbombs
Prompt: 25. "Did I stutter?"
Info: Musical: Hamilton
Character: Thomas Jefferson
Reader type: Abused! Female
Prompt: 25
Plot: Can you do one where reader goes to Kings College and meets the Hamilsquad who all tells her TJ is terrible. She gets abused by her father and one day she was hurt especially badly and snuck out of the house after he told her to get out and never come back, and TJ finds  her in an old alley and comforts her. (The prompt comes in when her dad tell her to get  out and never come back, and she's shocked so he screams "DID I STUTTER?!!")
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Walking down the street, lots of sounds fill my ears.

Car horns, people talking, faint sounds of people laughing, and the even fainter sound of a girl crying.

I stop in my tracks, and look around. I pull my ear bud out and shove my phone in my pocket as I try and find the source of the sadness. I look down an alley and see a shadow curled up into itself and shaking violently. I run down the alley and throw my bag to the side as I stand beside the girl. I try to touch her, but she yells out and moves away, causing me to flinch.

I turn myself to see her face better, but all I can make out is a puffy eyed, bloody and bruised girl. I examine her face further and attempt to touch her face to wipe blood away, but she flinches and doesn't let me. I sigh and stand up, getting ready to grab my bag. I hear her whimper as the pressure from my body lifts from hers.

"My bag had a first aid kit, I can bandage you up but you have to let me touch you." I say, trying to reason with the scared and hurt girl. She whimpers in response and nods slightly. I let out a sigh of relief and quickly grab my bag before she gets worried that I left. I walk back over to her and sit in front of her. I give her face another look and realize who this girl is.

"(Y/n)??" I question, confused as to why the girl who's friends with the hamilsquad was sitting in an alley, by her self and slowly bleeding from her body. "W-What- Why are you here alone?? Why didn't you call Alex or John or Gilbert- or even that brut Mulligan??"

"Th-They are all out tonight and they aren't answering." She tells my quietly, her voice thick with pain. "Why are you helping me..? Alex told me your a horrible person and to stay away from you."

"Well for one, its just our petty rivalry, and second, I promise you I'm not that bad of a person." I chuckle and use a couple tissues clumped together to wipe blood carefully away from her face. She winces every once and while while I'm wiping and I stop to make sure she ok. "May I ask?"

"Ask what?"

"Why your sitting in an alley bleeding from like five different places?"

"My dad.." She says sadly. "Hes abused me since I was a little girl, and today was especially bad. He told me to never come back.."

"Oh love..." I whisper, move a bit of hair from her face and look her in the eyes. I pull her into my arms and on my lap. "I've got you.. I'll always have you.. Even if you don't think I'm a good person, I'll always be here for you. I got you."

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This is sweet angst. Like its kinda angsty, kinda fluffy.

Perfect middle.

~~Griffon~~