Hamilton One-Shots

Safe

Ship: Janthony

Warning: Racism, catcalling, unwanted groping, grossness (none of this comes from Anthony don't worry fam)

Prompt: A gross white man on the street hits on Jas in a really creepy way. When she is disgusted, his words and actions become worse.

This is something I witnessed happen recently that made me super pissed off and then kind of like "YES" when the girl's boyfriend stepped in. I would've done something, but we weren't super in public and I'm only a teenager and tbh I was scared. But I actually had my phone out to call 911, just in case, so I was prepared. And then I thought I'd make it into a one-shot. Some of this stuff is exaggerated, (like the part before Anthony comes in didn't happen because I would've fucking called the police if that happened) but for the most part, this is what actually happened. Also this won't be super long.

POV: Third person

"I'll be out in a few minutes, babygirl." Anthony kissed Jasmine quickly.

"Okay, see you then." Jasmine made her way out of the theater. She was done changing and had decided to stagedoor for a little and then go wait for Anthony in his car because they were going out to dinner.

The woman signed a few things, took pictures and comforted a girl who was so happy to be meeting her that she was in tears. (an: AKA, me.) When she had had enough she made her way back to Anthony's car, using a shortcut through an alley.

Suddenly she heard a whistle come from behind her and a man shouted, "Nice ass!"

Jasmine scoffed and turned around and raised her eyebrows when she saw him. This man didn't look dirty or bad or old or anything like the typical street-harrassers Jasmine was used to. In fact, he was in a suit and looked like he was just coming back from a business meeting. He had nice, clean cut, blonde hair and looked around her age. But he had still done what he'd done.

"Excuse me?"

The man had clearly not expected her to reply and looked shocked, but he quickly recovered and smirked. "You heard me."

"Don't talk to me like that." Jasmine said calmly. She wasn't really scared of this man. He didn't look like he could do much.

The man laughed cruelly. "What are you gonna do about it, bitch?" Then he reached over and grabbed her arm, tightly. "If you weren't sexy as fuck then maybe I'd beat the crap out of you. But you're lucky you're pretty. It'd be a shame to mess up that face."

Jasmine's heart began to pound harder, slamming against her chest. Now she could feel fear creeping throughout her body. "Look," Her voice shook, "Just leave me alone. Please. Just let me go to my boyfriend's car." She tried to put emphasis on 'boyfriend' in hopes that it would make him leave her alone.

The man just laughed again. "So that's the reason you got so angry? Got a little boyfriend?"

"No, I got angry because you said something rude. But it doesn't matter. Just let me go!" Jasmine pleaded. His grip on her arm was getting tighter. It hurt.

"No, black bitch."

"Don't call me that! Let go!"

"No." He pulled her body into his so that her back was against his front. One of his arms went around her waist so tightly she almost couldn't breathe.

Jasmine refrained from becoming angry because she knew she was in danger. "ANTHONY!" She craned her neck to look at the man. "Please let me go! ANTHONY!"

His hand went over her mouth tightly, muffling her cries and pleas. "I don't think so, black bitch." He growled the last two words.

Jasmine began to cry. She looked at the ground and closed her eyes, saying a silent prayer. This continued until she felt the man's body being ripped off of her and she fell over. Immediately, she stood up and looked around to see Anthony throw her agressor into the wall and pin his arm across his throat.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"

"None of your business, man." The guy tried to squirm out of Anthony's grip.

"Yes, it's my business because that's my fucking girlfriend, man!" Anthony yelled. "And even if she weren't you shouldn't be doing that!"

Jasmine watched the interaction with tears still running down her cheeks.

Finally the guy managed to get away from Anthony and he ran straight in the other direction as fast as he could. Anthony made to follow him, but stopped when Jasmine spoke up.

"Anthony, stop."

She watched him walk over to her and engulf her in the tightest hug she'd ever been in.

"Are you okay, babygirl?" He asked. "Did he hurt you?"

Jasmine pulled away and wiped the tears off her face. She looked at her wrist to see a purple bruise and then lifted up her shirt to see another one on her waist.

Anthony looked pissed as hell. "I could kill him."

Jasmine shook her head. "Can we just go home? Please? It hurts and I'm scared and I just want to go home."

"Okay, babygirl, let's go." He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and held her tightly.

Jasmine felt safe.