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what i learned today: in 1800 alexander hamilton and aaron burr were both defense lawyers for a guy who was accused of murder. they tried to cast suspicion on another guy who was near the scene of the crime, richard croucher. the details of what happened next are contentious, because the court transcript is vague and it honestly sounds like something either of these two fuckos would have done, so here’s a brief run-down of the two equally beautiful stories that have evolved regarding richard croucher’s day in court, paraphrased from ron chernow who was kind enough to ensure history didn’t forget this anecdote

the legend is, while croucher was testifying, hamilton held two candles under the dude’s face, giving him a “sinister glow”. he told the jury, “i conjure you to look through that man’s countenance to his conscience.�� apparently spooked by a-ham’s theatrics, croucher confessed on the spot.

however! aaron burr later insisted HE was the one who put on this circus show. his version of the story is, he grabbed two candelabras and thrust them at croucher, exclaiming “BEHOLD THE MURDERER, GENTLEMEN!” croucher then ran out of the courtroom in terror

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Love Enough for the Three of Us: Earl: part 3

John laid in the room crying. They were curled in the corner. They had deleted the messages between them and Alex and thank god they did because the cell sweep uncovered his phone. He prayed that someone would save them.

"Get up" A man came into the room. John refused to move knowing it wouldn't matter. He was picked up and carried out of the room.

"Please put me back" The man grunted and swung John over his shoulder taking him to a makeup room.

" 'alf an hour 'ill show time. Ya 'ave to be perttied up. Ya not very pertty. Nobody wants a fat ugly slave. t'ats 'hat the boss 'aid. Boss 'aid to send strongest man 'ncase ya needed to be carried." John immediately tried to cover his body to no avail.

"It's not like I want to be sold." The man chuckled.

"Yer funny but you'r mouth 'ill get ya in trouble. Ya may not wanna be sold but the mor' yer worth the better ya gonna be treated. Ya best learn to be obedient or a slave trainer will get ahold of you and those guys can get nasty." John gulped. If he was sold there was no way he'd be found. "Try your best You seem nice, wonder why boss doesn't keep ya for 'imself"

"I'm the boss's kid" The man made an oh sound.

"Earl 'ould like to 'eep ya. But last 'ime earl 'ook one of the pertty lady they beat 'im bad." The man whose name was Earl shivered.

"Why do you do this kind of work?" Eral stopped and tilted his head.

"My mama was a pertty girl. Earl 'as raised in this 'ere work. 'One of da nice peo'le teach Earl new 'ords" Earl smiled "I lik' ya Miss Jane" John winced at their dead name.

"Earl I go by John and I like to be referred to as a boy. Please don't hate me" Earl set John down.

"M'kay Mister John. why 'ould I 'ate ya? Ya' like wat ya like" John smiled. To be honest they wanted to hate Earl with every fiber of their being but the poor man was just too dumb to understand what was going on.

"Earl. I don't want to be sold. I know you know nothing but this but in the outside world you are allowed to do what you want to do. You can learn to do anything, Sometimes it's scary but it sure can be beautiful."

"Ya sur' 're nice to Earl ev'n if I is 'orcing ya to do som'thin ya don't wanna"

"You tried to help me survive in here. You are so sweet, Earl. I am glad to have met you" They approached a room after what seemed like an eternity.

"I'ma 'ive ya to miss Maria she 'ill take good care of ya" Earl lead John to a girl with long curly brown hair and dark skin.

"Oh you brought me such a cute lady Thank you Earl" Earl looked down so he was looking at Maria.

"Miss Maria this's John 'e is a boy" John smiled at Earl and Maria nodded.

"Thank you for correcting me Earl, you are becoming so smart" She hugged the large man and went to John brushing some of their curly hair aside. "You better get back before you get in trouble Earl" He frowned and looked at John,

"I'ma miss ya mister John" John hugged the large man.

"I hope we meet again Earl" Again as much as John wanted to hate Earl the big dork has made a special place in his heart, He hoped that if not him then at least Earl could make it out of this dreaded place. Earl left leaving Maria and John alone. She barely talked but she made sure that John looked presentable. 

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Love Enough for the Three of Us: Dark Past: part 2

Alexander dropped his phone when he read John's text. Thomas ran over to his lover to see what had caused him so much distress. He Picked up the phone and read the text message his face falling.

"Baby it will be okay I promise, I will get Hercules to ping his phone and I will spend all of my money to buy him if it comes down to it. Look everything will be okay baby boy. I love you and I will do anything for you." Alex started crying.

"Daddy I should have gone to them sooner maybe then none of this would happen!" Alex has become a sobbing shaking mess at this point. "Daddy I think I love him and I wasn't there for them! What if someone rapes him?!" Thomas held the smaller man stroking his back.

"We won't let that happen. A virgin slave sells for a lot more money than a used slave. Its okay baby boy we will get them here and safe." Thomas pulled out his phone and explained everything to Hercules. They tracked John's phone to an abandoned warehouse in South Carolina.

Thomas called into the airport and had them start up his private Jet. It would take them about an hour before they reached South Carolina. Better than the 7 and a half hour by car. He would be putting out a lot of money but honestly, he didn't care. John made his little Alexander happy in ways that Thomas couldn't and Thomas didn't want Alex to be sad. In all honesty, Thomas had become fond of John as well. He would talk with him every once in a while and the kid had lots of spunk and wanted to help people. Thomas drove himself to the airport. If it were up to him he would have left Alex at home but the stubborn man insisted in on coming. Hercules was going to meet them at the airport.

"Daddy, why do you look so uneasy?" Alex grabbed Thomas's thigh in a comforting way. He had calmed down quite a bit but Thomas knew there was a hurricane of emotions swarming inside his head.

"Do you know why you have never met my dad?" the works came out cold, a dark look overcoming Thomas's face.

"He died?"

"Yes, well there's something else. He was put to death." Alex squeezed Thomas's thigh in a comforting manner but instead of being sad Thomas seemed angry. His grip on the wheel was turning his knuckles white.

"I'm sorr-"

"Don't say you're sorry you will regret it. Just let me finish" Alex pulled his hand away and sunk into the seat. He had never seen Thomas like this. Alex saw his face soften for a second before it went back to its dark stony demeanor. "My father worked as the head of a sex ring. Largest sex ring in the world. He sold men, women, children. He had slave trainers. He had me as a slave trainer. You know how most 16-year-olds get a car for their birthday? I got a slave. She was 14 Alex. She was beautiful. Long black hair in dreadlocks, beautiful dark mocha skin, but her eyes were this dead hazel color. My dad made me force my way onto her. She begged me to stop but I just kept. I tried. But my dad he put a gun to my head. I told him to pull the trigger but then he put it to her head- I should have stopped him- I should- I am so sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorr-" He let out a scream and with one hand tugged on his hair as if he was trying to pull the memory out of his head. Tears streamed down his face. Alex sat there dumbfounded cowering away from Thomas obviously scared of his behavior and what he had done. He was never like that with him, but what if he had gotten that way? Thomas calmed himself down so he could continue driving. "After that, I went to the police. I had to turn my dad and myself in, I remember that night I took a shower and rubbed my skin till I bled. I couldn't get the feeling off of me. The police arrested my father and I. I wanted to be put to death or been thrown in jail for life so someone would use me and kill me painfully. But when the trial came Sally came to the stand and she testified in my favor. She told the court that the sex was not consensual for both parties and that I shouldn't be charged. She and I became friends afterward. And then when I made it big I made sure that she would also have to not work another day in her life. I just I feel so bad for doing what I did to her I still think she should have left me to die. For years I refused to have sex with anyone. And then you came along. You made me want to live for myself. And I understand if you don't want to ever see me again. I will still make sure you live a comfortable life and that you will never have to work a day in your life if you do not want you can have anything you want. I just. I know I should have told you but I really fell for you and Alexander I am just so in love with you but I get if you are repulsed by me and I am so sor-" Alex had snapped back to reality, his Thomas was back.

"Thomas, you did it to save her life. What you did was terrible but you didn't do it to save yourself. You didn't want to do it. You are still trying to make up for it. I have seen your high school photos you wouldn't have been able to fight off your dad. It's not like you wanted to have sex with her." Alex gulped and looked at Thomas with his big hazel eyes. "Right?"

"Of course not! One I am not attracted to women in that way, two I would never want to force anyone into sex. It's not right." Alex grabbed Thomas's hand and squeezed it.

"You know that's the first time you told me you loved me without having sex" Thomas's eyes widened.

"Well, I really don't see you like my sugar baby anymore, more of my baby like a romantic relationship. I mean I never wanted you just for sex to begin with but I never thought I would fall in love with you the way I have and I should really stop because this isn't part of the contract and-"

"Daddy you need to learn when to shut up. I love you too you big goof" Thomas smiled and leaned over to kiss Alex.

"I am so glad to call you mine baby boy"

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Love Enough for the Three of Us: The beginning: part 1

John sighed as they looked out at the rows and rows of rice on their family farm. They weren't going to miss this place, though they weren't too sure that where they were going was going to be any better. John's birth name was actually Jane and recently they had come out to his family as nonbinary. That did not go over very well for them. It would have probably been okay if their mother was still around but she died two years ago. She would be so disappointed in the man Henry was becoming. He had gotten into some illegal businesses that John had pushed himself and his siblings far away from. John had become the new 'mother' of his family, in more ways than he would like to admit. The first year that their mom was gone Henry would sneak into John's room late at night. He would never penetrate John but he did make John do things. It had gotten worse and sometime after John came out as non-binary it all stopped. Things were going to get better. They were off to college in Virginia far away from their dad. The best part of moving to Virginia is that their internet friend lived there with his sugar daddy. Alexander had convinced his daddy to let John stay at the house until he could get their own house. John got up and started walking back to the house. Everything was eerily calm. That's when it happened. Two men came up and grabbed John from behind. John screamed and kicked but it was all meaningless. The last thing he saw was he dad watching from the porch with a smile on his face.

John woke up in a cold dark room. They felt in their binder to see if their phone was still tucked into it. Lucky for them it was. They took their phone and went to Alex's contact.

'I don't know how much time I have. I think my dad had his goons kidnap me and-" he pressed send when they heard footsteps. John panicked and took his phone thankful for it being a flip phone, and put it in their vagina. They groaned and shifted at the pain radiating from their downstairs region. Two men walked into the room turning on the light, John looked up at them and whimpered.

"Please let me go. I can't give you what you want-" The two men looked at each other and smirked.

"You can give us what we want. But the boss said not to touch you. You will go for lots of money, being a virgin and so pretty." One of the men walked over to John and ripped off their shirt and binder revealing a decent sized chest. John tried to cover himself up but the man grabbed both of his arms.

"We may not be allowed to touch below your waist but Boss never said anything about your mouth." John let out an ear-piercing screech.

"Let me go!" More people came running into the room. Even Henry Laurens came to see the commotion. John grasped at his pants and acted as if the two guards were trying to take them off. "They tried to have sex with me!!" John screamed. He would have felt bad if the men hadn't tried to make an advance on him. Henry growled and made the slit cut motion with his hand. The two guards were lead out of the room leaving Henry and John.

"Put this on, you are being put on display in an hour and a half" Henry threw some lingerie at John and closed the door leaving the light on. John let out a shaky breath and pulled out their phoned tears rolling down his face. He looked at the phone to see messages from Alex.

"John are you okay? Your dad kidnapped you? What is that supposed to mean? I will call the police, Where are you?" John started typing on the phone trying to ignore the empty feeling.

"He's selling me in a sex ring. His name is Henry Laurens. He is holding me against my will in a small room with no window. He is making me wear lingerie and he told me I am being put on display in an hour and a half" John pressed send and prayed that Alex or someone could help them. 

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Enough Love for the Three of Us; summary

John Laurens was kidnaped by his own father and sold in a sex ring. His internet friend Alexander Hamilton and his boyfriend Thomas Jefferson go to South Carolina to save them from being sold. What will happen when feelings brew between all three of them? How will this relationship work out with two hypersexuals and an asexual? Will Henry get his revenge? Will I ever learn how to do a proper description?

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I am working on a new story guy!! it’s called “Love Enough for the Three of Us” (totally did not make that up on the spot) Anyhow I am going to post the summary later but I wanted to give a heads up

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Bruised and Shot Down: Part 7

George walked down the streets of New York City. He sighed remembering why he had left this place. It was always loud and noisy, truly the city that never sleeps. George disassociated as he walked down the streets until he reached his destination, Trinity Church Grave Yard. He walked over to one of the bigger graves and kneeled down making a cross with his fingers.

"Hello, old friend. It's nice to see you again." George said smiling weakly down at the grass. "It's been hard without you here with me George. I should have taken the shot. I was so naive and I thought us could save the man and rehabilitate him. But he shot you and it's my fault" George sighed and sat down. "I am scared, George. I don't know what to do. My boys are in so much pain. I know you never got the chance to meet them but they are my pride and joy. They both had these amazing boyfriends and one of them got shot. And he's dead. All of them were really close. And now everyone is mourning him. Do you remember Thomas? He was such a good guy. And I know he has a thing for Alex. But he went nutty. Not that I blame him he was kind to Alex. But he just snapped and we have known of his mental issues and it just got too much for him.   I'm going to go see him in the morning." George sighed and ran his hands along the name engraved in the stone "George William Fairfax". He used the side of the stone to pull himself up and that's when he noticed it. There was a VHS tape on the stone with " George Washington" written on it with Johns' handwriting. George grabbed the tape his hands shaking. "Even in death you still manage to help me, George. We miss you here. Thank you for everything" George made another cross before he left the graveyard at a fast pace walk. He made his way to an old thrift store. The workers looked exhausted and they seemed started by Georges hyper energy.

"Hello, sir how may we-" the one girl started to ask before George cut her off.

"I need a VHS player" the young girl looked up at George with a blank expression.

"VHS? What's that?" George looked at the girl in shock. The person standing next to them laughed. They walked in the back of the store and brought up an old VHS player.

"Go ahead and just take it. Most people don't even know what it is anymore." George smiled and mutter a thanks as he rushed out of the store and to Lafayette's house.

When he got there he hooked up the old player to the tv and prayed that it worked. Luckily it did. George popped the tape into the player and pressed play. John popped up on the screen. He had bags under his eyes.

"Hey to whoever finds this, hopefully, George. If you get this I'm probably in a coma or dead. I am probably not your favorite person I have hurt Alex so much" John let out a sob. "I tried to stop the drugs. It was fine with marijuana, but my dealer got me hooked on stronger drugs. It happened when they found a wire on me. And they drugged me to keep me quiet. I am going through bad withdraws." He started scratching his skin. "Look I have enough evidence to put them away. It's in the bag in the compartment in my closet. Please. Don't let them hurt anyone else. And tell Alex I love him and he deserves better than me. Tell him to accept his feelings for Thomas." The video cut leaving the screen black. George stared at the screen blankly. He has to show everyone this. George decided in the morning would be best everyone needed to sleep.

Short chapter and I am sorry.

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I won't let this be the death of me; To Virginia

Eliza woke up to her mother shaking her awake. She turned over and looked at her phone for the time. 2:30 am. 

"Mom why are you waking me up so-" There was a look of worry on her face that shook Eliza to her core.

"We have to go. Hurry up and pack one bag. Leave the rest. We have to go soon before the sunrise." Eliza's heart stopped in her chest.

"Mom I have to tell Alex he'll be worried." Her mother shook her head.

"We have to cut all ties. There are angry people after your father and they will go for you and the others just to get to him." Tears formed in Eliza's eye.

"Mom-"  Cathrine grabbed a bag and threw it at Eliza.

"If not for you, do it for Angelica Peggy and Philip. People will hurt them Elizabeth. So hurry up." Eliza nodded and ran to her bathroom grabbing tampons, toothpaste, Hairbrush, toothbrush deodorant, shampoo, conditioner, and bar soap. She put all these at the bottom of her bag. She then ran to her closet and grabbed as many clothes as she could fit into the backpack. The last thing she grabbed was a purse that belonged to her grandma. It wasn't extravagant like her others but this purse was always her favorite. She went over to her desk and unlocked the secret compartment that only her and Alexander knew about. She removed the letters that were in there. Most of them were some of Alexander's stories. Alexander would write the two of them away into fantasy worlds so that they didn't have to deal with their lives. Alexander didn't always have it good. He was a poor bastard orphan from Nevis before George Adopted him. Eliza had always had money. There were people who would kill for her life. Eliza hated it. She didn't want to be a spoiled rich girl. She wanted to work for what she wanted so she could prove to people she was actually worth something on her own. Alexander gave that to her.  She put the papers in her purse along with a small stuffed animal that Alexander had given her. She looked around and pulled out a pen and paper and wrote down what was going on.

'My dearest Alexander,

I have to flee for the safety of my family. We were threatened. We no longer have any money or power and people are giving us death threats. I am scared, Alexander. I have never felt this scared this intense before and I think that I like it? I am always so happy and content and now? There are intense emotions that I have never felt coursing through me. Dare I say I am excited about a new life? No. I am making the best out of a bad situation. We no longer have money so I think we are moving south in order to find a new home. I will write you a letter when we get to the new place and hope that no one else finds out. Mom says I have to cut all ties, but I don't want to lose you, Alexander. You are the closest friend that I got. I hope we meet again someday Alexander. Please tell everyone where I have gone. 

Until we meet again,

Elizabeth Schylur'

Eliza hid the letter and closed the compartment. She pulled out her phone and texted Alexander compartment before block all of her friends contacts on her phone. 

"ELIZA HURRY UP" Eliza zipped up her bag and the purse and ran down the stairs. Her sisters had been down before her. They each had their own suitcase.

"Mom do we have to leave New York? I really like it here and Hercules lives here. He's the only one I go to for clothing otherwise I get weird looks." Angelica pleaded but to no prevail.

"Do you want to get shot? And you have to start being a boy again. We are moving to Virginia. And I am not being shunned because my son won't man up. I want to protect your love and you are going to die otherwise" Philip shot a glare at his wife and walked over to his bawling child.

"Angelica don't pay no mind to her. We will hide the fact you are biologically male and we will find your clothes." Philip whispered hugging them. "I am so sorry I wasn't there for you before" Angelica smiled and hugged her dad. He had adapted quicker than their own mother had in one night than she had in one year. Eliza helped load the family car which they were going to trade in when they get to Virginia. Philip had talked to his friend in Virginia and they are going to help them get settled in a small house and get the kids back into school. Eliza was still going to do online school since she was the most recognizable of the sisters. Angelica's transformation wasn't made public so most think they are a boy. And Peggy was just that. In the background and forgotten. It was going to be hard for all of them but they'll get it done as a family.

Fast forward

"Peter thank you so much for helping me escape that awful situation. I had to protect my family." Peter smiled and shook Philip's hand.

"Just think of it as a favor Philip I wouldn't leave you and your lovely daughters stranded like that." Peter looked at the three younger girls smiling. "You guys are so much more grown up since the last time I saw you, especially you Peggy" the two eldest daughters felt a cold feeling slither up their spine under the gaze of Peter but Peggy seemed as happy as possible being remember and acknowledged.

"Thank you Mr Jefferson. You don't look to bad yourself!" Peggy said returning the compliment. Peter gave a sweet almost too sweet smile to the young girl.

"Oh my you guys must see Thomas he has grown into a fine young man! I am so proud of that boy" Peter lead the family inside his mansion. "Thomas Thomas!" A tall man with a poofy mane like hair came running down the stairs almost tripping.

"I'm here!" The boy walked over to Philip and shook his hend. "Good to see you again sir.'?" He looked at the family and hugged all the sisters minus Angelica.

"Hey Thomas aren't you missing someone?" Angelica asked and Thomas smiled walking up to them.

"I'm sorry I don't believe we have met" he said with a cocky grin. Angelica laughed and slapped his chest.

"Still a cheeky bastard as always I see." Thomas smirked.

"Of course!" Peter looked down at his phone and frowned.

"I have to go now but why don't you join us for dinner tonight? Thomas why don't you show them to their house? I left the keys on the rack" Thomas nodded and smiled.

'Let's get going"

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When you’re writing aND YOU CAN’T FIND THE RIGHT WORD

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"You what?!" everyone started laughing and the dinner continued on in a comfortable silence until John spoke up.

"I have a confession to make, "He said setting his plate on the coffee table. "I love Alex" George shot up.

"I called it! Twenty bucks you two cough it up"

"Actually I have a confession too," Thomas said setting his plate down as well. "I also Love Alex" Martha was the next to shoot up.

"I called it! who are you going to choose Alex?" Alex sat on the couch in complete and utter shock.

"I love both of you. I am polyamorous," Lafayette smirked and held out his hands. Martha and George both handed him twenty bucks with a grumble.

"We know Alex," Thomas said kissing his cheek.

"Lafayette showed us the letter," John said kissing the other.

"Mom, dad, I think we should give these three lovebirds some alone time. Love you guys bye!" Lafayette said pushing the shocked parents out of the house.

"We have talked about asking you out but we didn't want to ruin anything," John said looking down at his hands

"Yeah, we were actually planning on telling you soon," Thomas added smiling.

"I am just so shocked. You two are the best" Alex said kissing both of them. 

Okay it's done now it was too long

Jamilams fluff for @immigrantphenomenon

Alexander was on his third pot of coffee. He was writing Thomas Jefferson and John Laurens a letter. Over the last few years, the small man had found his love for these two men growing faster and faster. The only issue was that Alexander could not figure out how to ask them both out. He wanted a polyamorous relationship with them but he didn’t know how open the two southern were open to it. He pulled out his phone to check the time. It was three am. He was going through his contacts to see if John or Thomas would pick up. He started scrolling and then his thumb accidentally hit a contact that was named dad. Alexander panicked and immediately hung up. He decided to set his phone aside and went back to typing. About two hours had passed when his phone went off the contact name was: dad. Alex let out a sigh and picked up the phone.

“Son why did you call me at three am this morning. Are you not getting sleep? Do me and Martha need to come out there to make sure you are sleeping. How much coffee have you drunk? When was the last time you slept? Martha and I are coming up there right now” Alexander rolled his eyes.

“George we have gone over this, I am not your son. And I called you by accident. I was just looking through my contacts-”

“Oh? Were you going to call John?” Alex rolled his eyes.

“Or was it Thomas?” Martha said all giddy. Alex groaned and rolled his eyes. Both of them knew about his crushes and they each picked a sided. It was like team Edward or Team Jacob and I was Bella, just gay and with a better personality.

“Whatever. Look I have been doing fine I got some sleep on Tuesday night and-”

“Son today is Friday.” Alex looked down on the date displayed on his computer.

“Oh…”

“That’s it we are coming over,” Martha shouted.

“She isn’t bluffing she is packing the bags,” George said.

“We will be there in a few hours. Why don’t you get some sleep? Maybe you can have John-" 

"And Thomas” Martha yelled.

“Over for dinner tonight. Martha and I can cook while you get some rest and freshen up”

“We are going to go see Alex?!” Lafayette yelled really excitedly. George groaned.

“Lafayette it is five in the morning keep your voice down,” Alex chuckled.

“Okay, I will text them and ask. Then I will get some sleep. Or try to at least.”

“Okay goodbye son we’ll see you later”

“Don’t call me-” George hung up. Alex sighed and looked at his letter to the two men.

’ My dearest, Laurens, and Jefferson,

I have found myself falling for you, both of you. The first second that I saw both of you I thought I had died and was going to heaven. I never thought that heaven would have sent their two beautiful angels for me. I was always too embarrassed to tell you two anything. At first, I felt like a whore wanting to be with both of you at the same time but now I don’t care if it makes me a whore or slut. None of that means anything to me if I could have both of you. I love the both of you so much and Its hard to find the words to tell you I love you because any time I try I become a stuttering mess and then I get frustrated and then I cry and then I get even angrier. And even writing this I get so angry because I can’t say what I want to say and I just want to tell you guys how much I love you and I want to have both of you and I just am so selfish. I also know you two are perfect together. I know about your secret relationship… I saw or rather heard you to in the midst of a hot makeout session one night late at work. And I am Jealous of what you guys have and I am sorry but. Now I am getting too emotional. So I will end this now. If I may I would like to be a part of your relationship. I love you.“  

Alex sighed and shakily got up. He took the numerous fast food and take out bags that have accumulated his apartment and threw them away. He was not the healthiest but he had to save money. You know the freshman 15, well for Hamilton it was more like the freshman 30. At first, he was really self-conscious about his weight but now he loves his squishy tummy and thighs. He walked into his bedroom and basically faceplanted on the bed and passed out.

"Hey get up sleepy head!” Alex groaned as he looked up at Lafayette who looked way too happy.

“Let me sleep” Alex groaned. Lafayette had other plans.

“Nope, you have been sleeping for 10 hours its time for you to wake up!” Alex yawned and got up out of bed.

“Jésus putain, tu ressembles à de la merde avez-vous eu un rendez-vous avec la mort ou quelque chose. Oh et l'odeur” (Jesus fucking christ you look like shit. did you have a date with death or something. Oh and the smell) Lafayette fell dramatically to the floor. 

“Language young man!” George screamed.

“French” Lafayette screamed back. “I am 18 now you don’t control me!”

“Lafayette I will give you two seconds to apologize to your father. 1-”

“I am sorry dad” George smiled.

“Alex get into the shower now you smell like death” Martha started barking orders. She was sweet until things needed to get done. Then she turned into a drill Sargent. Alex walked into the bathroom and got ready for the day he was about to have.

John and Thomas arrived at the apartment together. Alex had texted them ten minutes ago to come over to the house because his family was here and he forgot to text them earlier. The two had shared a laugh at Alexanders forgetfulness. 

“AHHHH they are here!!” Lafayette screamed running to the door. John and Thomas broke down laughing by the time the door was opened by Alexander who was holding an overexcited french man.

“Thank you guys for coming” Alex smiled moving aside to let the two in the apartment.

“Oh Thomas John I am so glad you could make it, Alex why don’t you finish helping me and your dad in the kitchen while Lafayette talks to the boys.” Alex didn’t bother objecting knowing that his efforts would be futile. Lafayette drug the boys to the living room sitting them down on the couch.

“You two are polyamorous right?” Lafayette asked the two not bothering to ease into the conversation that they were about to have.

“Um yeah? Why are you questioning yourself or something?” John asked looking at the man who looked like he was about to explode from happiness.

“Nope but I found this letter on Alex’s desk and I think you two should totally read it!” Lafayette handed the two the love letter Alexander had stayed up writing. Thomas was the first to react.

“That was wow, so out of character for him, who knew little hammy could be so sweet and flustered.” John nodded then smirked and leaned over to Thomas and whispered something in his partner, and much to Lafayette’s dismay he couldn’t hear them. Alex came in holding plates in his hands.

“I am not sure what Martha was thinking with having dinner here since I do not own a dining room table, but here’s the food. John smiled and scooted to the other side of the couch making room between him and Thomas for Alex to sit.

"Why don’t you sit between us?” Alex nodded and smiled, his heart racing.

“I have something to show you guys after everyone leaves,” Alex said. John and Thomas smiled at each other.

“Okay, do you mind if we stay the night tonight?” Alex’s heart seemed to do a flip in his chest.

“Yeah, of course, you guys can!” Lafayette had a cocky smirk plastered on his face. George and Martha came into the living room and sat down on the love seat.

“it’s so good to see you, boys, again. Alex talks about you two all of the time. It is so hard to get him to shut up” Martha said laughing. Alex started blushing.

“I remember when Alex came out to us as bisexual and when we asked about his crushes he told us-” Alex spoke up.

“Not this story” George laughed.

“I wasn’t going to tell them who. But anyway Martha, Lafayette and I all have bets on who he is going to start dating.” Alex looked up at George in shock.

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Jamilams fluff for @immigrantphenomenon

Alexander was on his third pot of coffee. He was writing Thomas Jefferson and John Laurens a letter. Over the last few years, the small man had found his love for these two men growing faster and faster. The only issue was that Alexander could not figure out how to ask them both out. He wanted a polyamorous relationship with them but he didn't know how open the two southern were open to it. He pulled out his phone to check the time. It was three am. He was going through his contacts to see if John or Thomas would pick up. He started scrolling and then his thumb accidentally hit a contact that was named dad. Alexander panicked and immediately hung up. He decided to set his phone aside and went back to typing. About two hours had passed when his phone went off the contact name was: dad. Alex let out a sigh and picked up the phone.

"Son why did you call me at three am this morning. Are you not getting sleep? Do me and Martha need to come out there to make sure you are sleeping. How much coffee have you drunk? When was the last time you slept? Martha and I are coming up there right now" Alexander rolled his eyes.

"George we have gone over this, I am not your son. And I called you by accident. I was just looking through my contacts-"

"Oh? Were you going to call John?" Alex rolled his eyes.

"Or was it Thomas?" Martha said all giddy. Alex groaned and rolled his eyes. Both of them knew about his crushes and they each picked a sided. It was like team Edward or Team Jacob and I was Bella, just gay and with a better personality.

"Whatever. Look I have been doing fine I got some sleep on Tuesday night and-"

"Son today is Friday." Alex looked down on the date displayed on his computer.

"Oh..."

"That's it we are coming over," Martha shouted.

"She isn't bluffing she is packing the bags," George said.

"We will be there in a few hours. Why don't you get some sleep? Maybe you can have John-" 

"And Thomas" Martha yelled.

"Over for dinner tonight. Martha and I can cook while you get some rest and freshen up"

"We are going to go see Alex?!" Lafayette yelled really excitedly. George groaned.

"Lafayette it is five in the morning keep your voice down," Alex chuckled.

"Okay, I will text them and ask. Then I will get some sleep. Or try to at least."

"Okay goodbye son we'll see you later"

"Don't call me-" George hung up. Alex sighed and looked at his letter to the two men.

' My dearest, Laurens, and Jefferson,

I have found myself falling for you, both of you. The first second that I saw both of you I thought I had died and was going to heaven. I never thought that heaven would have sent their two beautiful angels for me. I was always too embarrassed to tell you two anything. At first, I felt like a whore wanting to be with both of you at the same time but now I don't care if it makes me a whore or slut. None of that means anything to me if I could have both of you. I love the both of you so much and Its hard to find the words to tell you I love you because any time I try I become a stuttering mess and then I get frustrated and then I cry and then I get even angrier. And even writing this I get so angry because I can't say what I want to say and I just want to tell you guys how much I love you and I want to have both of you and I just am so selfish. I also know you two are perfect together. I know about your secret relationship... I saw or rather heard you to in the midst of a hot makeout session one night late at work. And I am Jealous of what you guys have and I am sorry but. Now I am getting too emotional. So I will end this now. If I may I would like to be a part of your relationship. I love you."  

Alex sighed and shakily got up. He took the numerous fast food and take out bags that have accumulated his apartment and threw them away. He was not the healthiest but he had to save money. You know the freshman 15, well for Hamilton it was more like the freshman 30. At first, he was really self-conscious about his weight but now he loves his squishy tummy and thighs. He walked into his bedroom and basically faceplanted on the bed and passed out.

"Hey get up sleepy head!" Alex groaned as he looked up at Lafayette who looked way too happy.

"Let me sleep" Alex groaned. Lafayette had other plans.

"Nope, you have been sleeping for 10 hours its time for you to wake up!" Alex yawned and got up out of bed.

"Jésus putain, tu ressembles à de la merde avez-vous eu un rendez-vous avec la mort ou quelque chose. Oh et l'odeur" (Jesus fucking christ you look like shit. did you have a date with death or something. Oh and the smell) Lafayette fell dramatically to the floor. 

"Language young man!" George screamed.

"French" Lafayette screamed back. "I am 18 now you don't control me!"

"Lafayette I will give you two seconds to apologize to your father. 1-"

"I am sorry dad" George smiled.

"Alex get into the shower now you smell like death" Martha started barking orders. She was sweet until things needed to get done. Then she turned into a drill Sargent. Alex walked into the bathroom and got ready for the day he was about to have.

John and Thomas arrived at the apartment together. Alex had texted them ten minutes ago to come over to the house because his family was here and he forgot to text them earlier. The two had shared a laugh at Alexanders forgetfulness. 

"AHHHH they are here!!" Lafayette screamed running to the door. John and Thomas broke down laughing by the time the door was opened by Alexander who was holding an overexcited french man.

"Thank you guys for coming" Alex smiled moving aside to let the two in the apartment.

"Oh Thomas John I am so glad you could make it, Alex why don't you finish helping me and your dad in the kitchen while Lafayette talks to the boys." Alex didn't bother objecting knowing that his efforts would be futile. Lafayette drug the boys to the living room sitting them down on the couch.

"You two are polyamorous right?" Lafayette asked the two not bothering to ease into the conversation that they were about to have.

"Um yeah? Why are you questioning yourself or something?" John asked looking at the man who looked like he was about to explode from happiness.

"Nope but I found this letter on Alex's desk and I think you two should totally read it!" Lafayette handed the two the love letter Alexander had stayed up writing. Thomas was the first to react.

"That was wow, so out of character for him, who knew little hammy could be so sweet and flustered." John nodded then smirked and leaned over to Thomas and whispered something in his partner, and much to Lafayette's dismay he couldn't hear them. Alex came in holding plates in his hands.

"I am not sure what Martha was thinking with having dinner here since I do not own a dining room table, but here's the food. John smiled and scooted to the other side of the couch making room between him and Thomas for Alex to sit.

"Why don't you sit between us?" Alex nodded and smiled, his heart racing.

"I have something to show you guys after everyone leaves," Alex said. John and Thomas smiled at each other.

"Okay, do you mind if we stay the night tonight?" Alex's heart seemed to do a flip in his chest.

"Yeah, of course, you guys can!" Lafayette had a cocky smirk plastered on his face. George and Martha came into the living room and sat down on the love seat.

"it's so good to see you, boys, again. Alex talks about you two all of the time. It is so hard to get him to shut up" Martha said laughing. Alex started blushing.

"I remember when Alex came out to us as bisexual and when we asked about his crushes he told us-" Alex spoke up.

"Not this story" George laughed.

"I wasn't going to tell them who. But anyway Martha, Lafayette and I all have bets on who he is going to start dating." Alex looked up at George in shock.

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Hey guys, remember how a while ago I asked for help writing ace characters well I need so help again. I am writing people who are people of color. I am a white female 16-year-old and I do not even know the beginnings of the struggles people of color go through, but I want to properly represent all people in my story. I am awriting adult and teenage poc's: African American, Hispanic- American and Puerto Rican-american people. I am sorry if this offends anyone in anyway but I just want everyone to be represented and not rely on stereo types. So if someone could please help me, it would be really appreciated.

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Bruised and Shot Down; Part 6

Hercules had not been able to sleep since John's death. He was up late again in his work studio. The Irish man was working on a blanket. Blankets were always something easy to make. This particular blanket was a fuzzy blanket with a fluffy patch stitching to look like a bird. He always made blankets when he was sad it helped calm his mind. He had been working on this particular piece for a week or so. It was originally a birthday present for John who loved to draw birds. Usually, he would do something turtled related but this year he wanted it to be special. Of course, his best friend would never be able to see or use it. The police won't even let them give him a proper burial until they find his killer.  Tears blurred the man's vision as he hand sew the blanket. He wanted to make sure that it was extra perfect and that it took long. In all honesty, he had no idea what to do next. He had still not accepted Johns death. He was there. John had called Lafayette crying. They had rushed to the scene but when they got there he was too far gone. Hercules had ripped his shirt off trying to stop the bleeding to no avail. Sometimes when he looks down at his hands he can see and feel the blood. Tears started cascading down his face dripping onto the almost complete blanket. He continued sewing letting a few sobs escaped his trembling lips. He never wanted Lafayette to see him like this again. He had to be strong for his partner. A hand on his shoulder made the small man jump, pricking his finger in the process. "You need to get some sleep, Lafayette is starting to worry, and quite frankly I am as well," George stated as he tried to take the blanket from the trembling man's hands. Hercules refused to let go until George gave him that stern fatherly look that he was known for. He surrendered the blanket and sighed curling into the chair he was sitting in. "I don't want him to see me like this again George. We both know what happened last time, and hes even more hysterical now," George frowned but nodded. "You are right, but I am not leaving you, I know how you can get," George said sitting on the small couch Lafayette usually sat on when Hercules worked lat nights. Hercules got up and walked over to the closet opening it to reveal bins stacked up. He pulled out the dark blue tote opening it to reveal a bunch of homemade blankets. George walked over and smiled pulling out a blanket. It was a fluffy magenta blanket. He had made it for Lafayette after about a year after they met.  "I remember this one, I answered the door and just about killed  you." He said laughing.Two years ago from the presentHercules was in the back of the beauty boutique that he worked at. His job was counterfeiting name brand clothing. He was the best at it, he understood how cloth worked and the best stitches. It's not the way he wanted to make his money, but you did what you had to do to survive and he had a brother to look after, Hugh. He and Hugh were the same age, but honestly, their dad hated Hugh. Hugh was beaten for as long as Hercules could remember, they both were, Hugh more so. His mother was Hugh Sr's mistress. She left a baby Hugh jr on the doorstep. They didn't know his birthday or anything about him. He was dads constant reminder of why his wife left, Hercules mother. Hercules was saving up money to pay for Hugh's surgery.  Their dad had cut off Hugh's balls when he was younger. Hercules had been saving up money for over 10 years for a corrective surgery. It would have been sooner but things kept coming up, like when he broke his arm or when Hugh got injured trying to do a job the boss gave him. "Bonjour, puis-je acheter une robe de votre magasin?" (hello, may I purchase a dress from your store) A  French voice rang through the store. It was male and from the sounds of it, he was young. Hopefully, he was here to purchase a dress for a woman and not for him. The boss hates cross-dressers. Hercules got up and walk out to the main part of the store. The man was dressed in a feminine sweater and a blue skirt that reached his upper thigh.

"Get out of here faggot, this is a store for sophisticated women." An older woman stated before spitting at the French man. The man looked hurt and offended by the ladies actions. Hercules let out a loud scoff." And it's not very sophisticated to spit either yet here we are" The lady put a hand to her chest."While I never- I am never shopping here again" She huffed and walked out of the store.He walked up to the man offering a smile. "Hello, I do not speak French, can you point to what you want?" He nodded shyly. So it seems he understands English. He pointed at a brown dress that was honestly such a bad choice for his body type. It was loose and baggy in all the wrong places and Hercules would be damned if he was going to let this man walk out of this shop looking not his best.Hercules shook his head and pointed to a magenta dress. It was much prettier and would flatter him in all the right ways.This dress would give him a more feminine physique. The French man looked over to Hercules."I am sorry but that other dress would make you look terrible, and I will not have that" The man tilted his head. That's when Hercules got an idea. He pulled out his phone and pulled up google translate and typed what he just said. The man played a fake offended look but smiled and nodded. Hercules Pulled the tape measure off his shoulder and quickly measured the French man."I never got your name, mine is Hercules Mulligan," The boy smiled. "Mon nom est Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette" (My name is Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette) Hercules looked at the man in shock. Was that his whole name? The French man laughed at the smaller man and smiled. "Mais mes amis m'appellent Lafayette." (But my friends call me Lafayette). Hercules smiled and nodded. He grabbed a dress off the rack and led Lafayette hurriedly to the back room. He pulled out his phone and typed what he wanted to say into the translator."êtes-vous à l'aise de changer devant moi pour que je puisse apporter quelques modifications à la robe? " (are you comfortable changing in front of me so I can make a few alterations to the dress?) Lafayette nodded and stripped out of his clothing. Hercules felt guilty for staring at the younger man. He had to be fifteen to twenty years younger than Hercules. (17 to be exact). Lafayette had scars all over his body some long others short. Lafayette turned around blushing when he noticed that the irish man was staring at him."y a-t-il quelque chose qui cloche dans mon apparence?"(is there something wrong with the way I look?)  Hercules didn't need to know French to know what Lafayette was saying.  He shook his head."No, I just think you look very beautiful" Lafayette's face lit up a dark red color."Merci" (Thanks) Hercules smiled as Lafayette put on the dress. It was almost perfect if you knew what you were looking at. The dress itself was too big for lafayette minus the hips and shoulders. He went behind the man and placed a few pins in the dress so that it fit his midsection perfectly. He motioned for lafayette o take it off and then he quickly sew it together using his sewing machine.  Lafayette smiled when he got his finished dress. He had changed into his clothes while Hercules sewed together the dress. He took Lafayette back out and rang him up as quickly as possible as to make sure he got him out quick. He only charged him for the dress and not the tailoring. Lafayette smiled and winked at Hercules making the Irish mans heart flutter. And just like that, he was gone. Or so Hercules thought.  Lafayette had just walked out of the store, bag in tow when two men jumped out from an alley and grabbed him and forced him into the alleyway. They pushed him down on the grown and tore off the panties he had under his skirt. They both unzipped their pants and one of the men shoved into Lafayette's hole and the other into his mouth. The French man let out muffled cries for help but people just kept walking by pretending not to notice. It was one of those things of it's not my problem or someone else will take care of it. Everybody wants somebody to do something but somebody thinks everybody is going to do something and in the end, nothing does it, or however, that saying goes. That was true up until George Washington the Police Commissioner was walking by with his wife Martha. George saw what was going on and rushed to pull the two men off the immigrant. Martha was calling the police. Lafayette managed to get away and he ran back into the store where Hercules was, Martha, following him. Hercules was shocked by the sudden loud commotion. Once he saw a shakey Lafayette with torn clothing, cuts and bruises he ran over to him. Lafayette flung himself into Hercules' arms. Hercules tucked Lafayette into his arm and turned his body so he was protecting him from the woman who had come running into the shop."Get away from him! Did you do this?! I have a gun and I am not afraid to use it do not come any closer" Martha stopped dead in her tracks. Hercules did not have a gun on his body but hopefully she had bought his bluff."I didn't do this- my husband he pulled two men off of him they were using him in the alleyway." Hercules' face paled. He knew who it was, his bosses. He looked down at the trembling man who nodded verifying this woman's story."Hercules get your gun the boss is in a fight! Time to prove yourself!" A voice from the back rang through the store. Martha looked at Hercules in fear. He slowly let go of Lafayette and gave him to Martha."Don't come outside" He muttered a dark look glooming over his face. He walked to the back of the store, grabbing his gun and walking into the alleyway. He let out a low growl as he saw the scene that was in front of him. The police commissioner was holding his boss with a gun to his head and his other boss was holding his gun pointing it at the commissioners head. Hercules didn't even blink as he shot the man that the commissioner was holding and quickly the other man who was turning to shoot him. He looked up at the comissioner that dark look still looming in his eyes. Fear was written in his face. But Hercules set his gun down, kicking it over to George and got on his knees putting his hand on his head. Hercules charges were dropped and Lafayette had started to live at the Washingtons house. They taught him English and how to survive in a place like New York. They only knew each other a year but they were closer than close can be. Hercules had caught feelings for Lafayette and Lafayette had caught feelings for Hercules. They didn't say anything to each other because of the age gap, but they knew that something was there. Everything was starting to go okay until one day out of the blue Hugh was shot while he was in the living room of their apartment. Hercules held his dying brother in his arms and he had become a mess. Hugh was shot because of what Hercules had done almost a year ago. He killed his own brother. The police came and took the body. Hercules was left in his apartment alone. So after cleaning up, he took some Magenta fluffy fabric and he made a blanket. He walked to the Washingtons once he finished. It was probably 3 in the morning but Hercules didn't care. He knocked on the door to be met with a shotgun to his face."Two seconds to Identify- Hercules?" The man let out a sad whimper and George brought the man inside. and then they just talked. They talked about Hugh and what had happened. Little did they know at the time Lafayette and Alexander, the newest addition to the Washington family, were listening. They only found out when Lafayette ran to Hercules and hugged him when he broke down into sobs. Present DayHercules had fallen asleep on the couch but George was still wide awake. He decided to go for a walk to the cemetery to visit his best friends grave. 

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Lams Fanfic Prompt idea thing

John Laurens shows Alexander Hamilton a blueberry bush he finds one day near camp grounds. They start eating the berries, Laurens one at a time, and Hamilton by the handful.

“Careful Hammy, you’ll give yourself a stomachache.”

“I can’t help it, I’ve never had them before.”

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Bruised and Shot Down; Part 5

“Hello, my name is Abigal Adams, and this is my co-worker Martha Skelton. I will be your therapist. We have gone over your files. It seems that you have the beginning stages of multiple personalities disorder.” Thomas nodded looking down at the girls with a broken expression.

“You have to let me out of here.” He said trying to get up only to have Martha rather harshly sit him back down.

“We can’t do that” Abigal said glaring at Martha as if to scold her.

“I HAVE TO APOLOGIZE TO ALEXANDER!!” Thomas screamed. Martha gave Thomas a look that shook him down to his core. She walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder giving him a comforting smile.

“Don’t worry sweet thing he knows you are very sick and that you didn’t mean to” Abigal smiled at what she thought was her student changing her behavior for the better. Thomas gulped and nodded his eyes full of fear.

“Now let me ask you something, what is your name?” Thomas turned his head to the side and frowned.

“Thomas Jefferson, why do you ask it like that?” Abigal smiled.

“What does Thomas like?” She asked, ignoring his question.

“Well, I like to write, spend time with my friends, and read. I am also learning how to cook.” Thomas said smiling. “John and I are taking classes together”

“Are? As in now?” Thomas’ eyes widened in realization and he slumped over. The body he dug up flashed through his mind.

“No… I forget sometimes. It’s like he’s right here sometimes.” He looked down at his hands, noticing that they were in gloves, how he hadn’t noticed before puzzled him.

“Why am I wearing gloves?” Abigal’s face turned into a thinking expression before she countered Thomas’s question with another.

“How much do you remember from last night” he started shaking and Martha sat next to him and rubbed his back.

“I remember driving to the cemetery and seeing-” he choked on a sob, tears running down his face. Abigal nodded.

“That’s enough for today, I don’t want to upset you too much. Martha why don’t you show Thomas to his room” Abigal said pushing her hair back. Martha smiled and helped Thomas up leading him to his room.

As soon as the door closed she was on top of him grabbing his testicles. Thomas let out a yelp and shoved her back. Martha growled.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” She unbuttoned the first few buttons on her shirt and let out an ear-piercing screech. Suddenly two big men came running into the room. She slumped her body over the desk as if she had just broken away from my grip. She was making it look like Thomas had made an advance on her.

“Martha is this man bothering you?” The men looked at Thomas in disgust. The tall one grabbed the collar of his shirt and threw him to the ground.

“Hey scum, how does it feel to be taken advantage of? Fucking pathetic” The shorter one said spitting.

“Come on let’s get you out of here Martha,” The tall one said guiding her out of the room. She had fake tears streaming down her face.

“Are you going to pull the same stunt again Tommy? It didn’t work the last six times.” Martha said smirking pushing a heavily drugged Thomas onto the bed. “Are you liking the pills I prescribed you?”

She crawled on top of him and placed her knee between his legs and started rubbing.

“Whoever you are I don’t want this-” Thomas begged. his pleas were useless and his mind hazy. Martha slapped him.

“Stop being a wimp. No wonder Alexander didn’t want you and you had to pretend to be someone else. Who could ever love you? You are lucky I even considered letting you have sex with me.” Thomas was shaking but he no longer had the energy to keep fighting he felt tired and scared.

“Please-” His pleas were met with another blow.

“I really wanted to hear you but since you keep talking-” She pulled off her underwear and stuffed Thomas’s mouth who started gagging. He didn’t want this. This was far from what he wanted. Martha pulled Thomas’s length out of his pants and she smirked as she rubbed it.

Thomas squirmed underneath her as she ground against him. He was too weak to fight anymore. Hey fell limp. He had lost control of his body parts.

“Your friend doesn’t seem to mind. He is already hard for me. You obviously want this you slut. Might as well take it like a man.”

Thomas for the next two weeks had become Martha’s whore. He met with Abigal weekly but she was usually too tired to actually realize. She thought Martha was taking good care of Thomas because John hadn’t come through. Martha had full jurisdiction over Thomas. That was until one day Martha had called in sick. Abigal tiredly walked down the hall yawning. James Madison, a new nurse, came up to her and handed her Thomas’s pulls. She stopped dead in her tracks.

“Who are these for?” James looked at his chart.

“Room 421, Thomas Jefferson. The MPD patient? Wait why is he on- Tylenol- this isn’t Tylenol.” Abigal looked at the blue center of the pill and gasped.

“That’s Rohypnol,” She said remembering a news article she had read the previous night.

“That’s illegal in the US- but there is a whole bottle- I had no idea, ma'am, I am new today is my first day-” Abigal gave James the pill and ran to Thomas’s room. She slammed open the door to see him tieing a rope mad from his bedsheet around his neck. He looked towards the noise in shock.

“Martha I am sorry- please just let me finish you are right- I don’t deserve life- please I don’t want you touching me anymore!” Thomas stared straight through Abigal. He couldn’t see very well and his pupils were dilated.

“Thomas It is Abigal I promise I am not here to hurt you. Martha isn’t coming back don’t worry. Please take the cloth away from your neck.”  Thomas fell to the floor and started sobbing.  Abigal went to touch Thomas’s shoulder but he jerked away screaming. Abigal looked at the poor male with pity.

“Don’t touch me!” Thomas screeched as he dragged himself into a corner.

“James, can you come here please?"The small male nurse came to the door.

"Yes, Ma'am?” Abigal motioned him to come into the room. He obliged and walked over to Thomas getting the message. He slowly put his hand on Thomas’s shoulder who then clang onto him and cried. Thomas’s grip was weak and shakey

“Don’t let them hurt me I want Alex back- whoever that is-” James had poured over Thomas’s case file. Alexander meant a lot to him and for him not to remember was weird.

“I won’t let them hurt you, Can you tell me what happened?” Thomas nodded and began to explain everything.

Abigal poured over the video footage of Thomas’s room and started crying. She was a goddamn psychologist and she couldn’t see what was going on. She had failed her patient and she felt terrible. She called the police immediately. Hopefully, she could fix him.

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Bruised and Shot Down; Part 5

“Hello, my name is Abigal Adams, and this is my co-worker Martha Skelton. I will be your therapist. We have gone over your files. It seems that you have the beginning stages of multiple personalities disorder.” Thomas nodded looking down at the girls with a broken expression.

“You have to let me out of here.” He said trying to get up only to have Martha rather harshly sit him back down.

“We can’t do that” Abigal said glaring at Martha as if to scold her.

“I HAVE TO APOLOGIZE TO ALEXANDER!!” Thomas screamed. Martha gave Thomas a look that shook him down to his core. She walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder giving him a comforting smile.

“Don’t worry sweet thing he knows you are very sick and that you didn’t mean to” Abigal smiled at what she thought was her student changing her behavior for the better. Thomas gulped and nodded his eyes full of fear.

“Now let me ask you something, what is your name?” Thomas turned his head to the side and frowned.

“Thomas Jefferson, why do you ask it like that?” Abigal smiled.

“What does Thomas like?” She asked, ignoring his question.

“Well, I like to write, spend time with my friends, and read. I am also learning how to cook.” Thomas said smiling. “John and I are taking classes together”

“Are? As in now?” Thomas’ eyes widened in realization and he slumped over. The body he dug up flashed through his mind.

“No… I forget sometimes. It’s like he’s right here sometimes.” He looked down at his hands, noticing that they were in gloves, how he hadn’t noticed before puzzled him.

“Why am I wearing gloves?” Abigal’s face turned into a thinking expression before she countered Thomas’s question with another.

“How much do you remember from last night” he started shaking and Martha sat next to him and rubbed his back.

“I remember driving to the cemetery and seeing-” he choked on a sob, tears running down his face. Abigal nodded.

“That’s enough for today, I don’t want to upset you too much. Martha why don’t you show Thomas to his room” Abigal said pushing her hair back. Martha smiled and helped Thomas up leading him to his room.

As soon as the door closed she was on top of him grabbing his testicles. Thomas let out a yelp and shoved her back. Martha growled.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” She unbuttoned the first few buttons on her shirt and let out an ear-piercing screech. Suddenly two big men came running into the room. She slumped her body over the desk as if she had just broken away from my grip. She was making it look like Thomas had made an advance on her.

“Martha is this man bothering you?” The men looked at Thomas in disgust. The tall one grabbed the collar of his shirt and threw him to the ground.

“Hey scum, how does it feel to be taken advantage of? Fucking pathetic” The shorter one said spitting.

“Come on let’s get you out of here Martha,” The tall one said guiding her out of the room. She had fake tears streaming down her face.

“Are you going to pull the same stunt again Tommy? It didn’t work the last six times.” Martha said smirking pushing a heavily drugged Thomas onto the bed. “Are you liking the pills I prescribed you?”

She crawled on top of him and placed her knee between his legs and started rubbing.

“Whoever you are I don’t want this-” Thomas begged. his pleas were useless and his mind hazy. Martha slapped him.

“Stop being a wimp. No wonder Alexander didn’t want you and you had to pretend to be someone else. Who could ever love you? You are lucky I even considered letting you have sex with me.” Thomas was shaking but he no longer had the energy to keep fighting he felt tired and scared.

“Please-” His pleas were met with another blow.

“I really wanted to hear you but since you keep talking-” She pulled off her underwear and stuffed Thomas’s mouth who started gagging. He didn’t want this. This was far from what he wanted. Martha pulled Thomas’s length out of his pants and she smirked as she rubbed it.

Thomas squirmed underneath her as she ground against him. He was too weak to fight anymore. Hey fell limp. He had lost control of his body parts.

“Your friend doesn’t seem to mind. He is already hard for me. You obviously want this you slut. Might as well take it like a man.”

Thomas for the next two weeks had become Martha’s whore. He met with Abigal weekly but she was usually too tired to actually realize. She thought Martha was taking good care of Thomas because John hadn’t come through. Martha had full jurisdiction over Thomas. That was until one day Martha had called in sick. Abigal tiredly walked down the hall yawning. James Madison, a new nurse, came up to her and handed her Thomas’s pulls. She stopped dead in her tracks.

“Who are these for?” James looked at his chart.

“Room 421, Thomas Jefferson. The MPD patient? Wait why is he on- Tylenol- this isn’t Tylenol.” Abigal looked at the blue center of the pill and gasped.

“That’s Rohypnol,” She said remembering a news article she had read the previous night.

“That’s illegal in the US- but there is a whole bottle- I had no idea, ma'am, I am new today is my first day-” Abigal gave James the pill and ran to Thomas’s room. She slammed open the door to see him tieing a rope mad from his bedsheet around his neck. He looked towards the noise in shock.

“Martha I am sorry- please just let me finish you are right- I don’t deserve life- please I don’t want you touching me anymore!” Thomas stared straight through Abigal. He couldn’t see very well and his pupils were dilated.

“Thomas It is Abigal I promise I am not here to hurt you. Martha isn’t coming back don’t worry. Please take the cloth away from your neck.”  Thomas fell to the floor and started sobbing.  Abigal went to touch Thomas’s shoulder but he jerked away screaming. Abigal looked at the poor male with pity.

“Don’t touch me!” Thomas screeched as he dragged himself into a corner.

“James, can you come here please?"The small male nurse came to the door.

"Yes, Ma'am?” Abigal motioned him to come into the room. He obliged and walked over to Thomas getting the message. He slowly put his hand on Thomas’s shoulder who then clang onto him and cried. Thomas’s grip was weak and shakey

“Don’t let them hurt me I want Alex back- whoever that is-” James had poured over Thomas’s case file. Alexander meant a lot to him and for him not to remember was weird.

“I won’t let them hurt you, Can you tell me what happened?” Thomas nodded and began to explain everything.

Abigal poured over the video footage of Thomas’s room and started crying. She was a goddamn psychologist and she couldn’t see what was going on. She had failed her patient and she felt terrible. She called the police immediately. Hopefully, she could fix him.

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Which story should I update today? I want to write but I'm not sure which story