super smart, aloof and cold, could probably take over the world, ambitious and strategic
Me an actual INTJ:
*constant internal screaming*, has barely slept in the last week because my brain refuses to shut off, reads every book in skyrim just so I don’t miss out on any important info or lore, *thinks about my wasted potential and lack of a plan for the future and has a panic attack*
All M!A’s last as long as the sender specifies, or can be broken by an act of the sender’s choice.
Pitch Black: Who turned out the lights? The muse is stuck in complete darkness no matter where they are, making them more vulnerable than ever. Hunter: The muse now has a thirst for violence, but only toward one person. The person may be decided upon by the sender, but please do get the second character’s mun’s permission. Horrible Thing: The muse is transformed into a monster of the sender’s choosing. Any monster is fair game (werewolf, wendigo, minotaur, siren, etc). Bad Luck with a twist: This time, the muse doesn’t have bad luck. Anyone they touch, or anyone who touches them, has terrible luck. Walking Dead: The muse is no longer among the living, and must adapt to existence as a ghost or undead being for the duration of the M!A. Symptoms are up to the mun or sender. Loved One Lost: The muse sees visions of a loved one or friend in a bad state (dead, mutilated, in pain, etc) consistently throughout the time period, even if they close their eyes. Sleepless: The muse is constantly tired and dozing off, but every time they sleep, they’re plagued by terrible nightmares that shock them awake. Dead With a Touch: Everything they touch dies. That’s it. That’s the curse. (however, their ’victims’ may come back to life when the M!A is over or broken) Perceived but Unreal: The muse has terrifying hallucinations almost constantly of anything and everything that could scare them. Midnight: Every night at midnight until the end of the M!A, something terrifying creeps into the muse’s home, and they must avoid it for three hours. Mirror Mirror on the Wall: The muse is deathly afraid of and obsessed with mirrors, and for good reason. If one is uncovered, their reflection may escape. llaW eht no rorriM rorriM: The muse is stuck on the other side of a mirror. They must find a way to break the curse or get someone on the other side to help them, so long as the reflection doesn’t find their friends first. Fido Gone Wrong: The muse has been given a peculiar pet, one with claws and teeth. Can they tame it, or will they become monster chow? Under the Bed: The muse now has a visitor: their childhood fears. Whatever they feared as a child is now coming to life. Goop: The muse has been transformed into a slime creature. Whether they look like themselves or become a hungry muck monster is up to the sender. Demons of Hell: The muse hears constant screams and torment from mistakes they’ve made or ghosts from their past. Cyborg Uprising: The muse has undergone an operation to give them cybernetic enhancements. Whether these enhancements are used for good or evil is up to the mun. Crippling Phobia: Something the muse once enjoyed is now the source of intense terror. Can be an object, a person/animal, a place, etc. Who Could Ever Love a Beast: The muse grows more and more monstrous in appearance (or behavior) until the end of the M!A. Yearning: The muse has a bloodlust on them. A very intense one. Tulpa: The muse has an imaginary friend identical to them, but it wants more. For the duration of the M!A, the muse’s doppelganger has separated from them and is causing havoc. Neverending Nightmare: Even when awake, the muse sees everyone around them as a monster.
(bcs why not) Finally my collection of text posts will get in use omgg :D:D:DD:
(is possible to be customized) (Send me requests with 1/1+ prompt/s. I write about a lot of fandoms and also a lot of different things : one shots/scenarios/imagines/headcanons/chats/conversations/aesthetics/alomst anything) REQUESTS ARE OPEN!(for promts from this list and from the first one)
82. Do you ever talk to a person and your heart starts doing some dubstep
shit. — 83. If you can’t deal with my sarcasm, I can’t deal with being your friend. — 84. I’m nothing but a constant state of internal screaming at this point. — 85. I went to the beach once, 500 years later I still have fucking sand in my
shoes. — 86. How long after arriving at
someone’s house is it appropriate to ask for the WiFi password? — 87. Getting real tired of my own
bullshit. — 88. Thanks elevators, for bringing me up when I was down. — 89. Here’s a little song I like to call “I cherish our friendship so I won’t tell you I would totally have sex with you if you asked.” — 90. A: Do you ever get the urge to get up in the middle
of the night while everyone else is fast
asleep and just walk places and be completely and entirely dedicated to your
thoughts? B: Yea, but the problem is I don’t want to get murdered. You feel me. — 91. Let me sleep in your stupid t-shirts and hold your
dumb hand, you piece of shit. — 92. need a gang to follow me around all day and clap when I make jokes. — 93.
You know that feeling when you’re not your favourite
person’s favourite person, and it kind of feels like you’re constantly
swallowing sand. — 94. “Stop being so dramatic” they say, “I don’t know what you mean” I say as I descent from the ceiling, surrounded by mist. — 95. Just because you’re trash doesn’t mean you can’t do great things. It’s called garbage can, not garbage cannot. — 96. Studies show that I literally did not ask. — 97. A: It doesn’t matter what you look like on the outside… B: Whew!!! good A:…It’s who you are on the inside! B: Ah, fuck! — 98.
their hand over their crush’s): Ha ha how’d that get there? — 99. I express my emotions in long groans at different octaves. — 100. I mean you piss me off, but I’d do anything for you. — 101. Honestly, sometimes you just gotta let me be dramatic. Because I will get over it. But let me be dramatic first! — 102. Do you ever feel like a 4 times divorced 45 year old woman that smokes cigarettes in her fur coats on a grand piano? Cause I do and it’s sad. — 103. Single, not sure how to mingle. — 104. I love it when people rant to me, like yes, I am entrusted with your hate. — 105. My idea of flirting is making fun of each other, until one of us fucks up and says something nice. — 106. A: I hate playing “never have I ever” because I’m a fucking slut. B: I hate playing “never have I ever” because I’m a fucking virgin. — 107. Do you live on Elm Street, because you’re a nightmare. — 108. Remember your parents told you to take out the trash? I’m the trash. They were telling you to take me out. Date me. — 109. You know, liking someone and pretending you don’t is a lot of hard work. — 110. How do you politely tell someone that you want them naked and on top of you? — 111. A (whispering): I really like you and want to kiss
you a lot. B: What? A: I said you suck. — 112. Have you ever accidentally befriended someone who is very very irritating? — 113.
If you step on a person’s foot they open their
mouth, just like a trash can. — 114. How do I get over someone I never even dated? — 115. Things I want - snuggles. Things get - struggles. — 116. If you see me and I’m not wearing black, you saw wrong, that’s not me. — 117. Why do we need to watch the sky to enjoy the stars, when the ulitimate star is me. — 118. I hate when It’s so hot outside and a bitch tells you to take your jacket off, like bitch no, this is my outfit. — 119. If karma doesn’t come around and hit you in the face, I will. — 120. I don’t think I’ve ever shut up in my entire life. — 121. A: You don’t talk much. B: I’m observing your weaknesses since you’re so freely verbalizing everything about yourself. — 122. A: My kink is when people actually care about my feelings and what I have to say B: Too unrealistic, settle for bondage like the rest of us. — 123. A: Your future self is watching you right now through your memories. B: Not if I get drunk enough. — 124. A: Is there a word between angry and sad? B: Malcontented, disgruntled, miserable, desolated. A: Smad. B: Oh my gOD. — 125. Does the pale glow of my computer make me look hot? — 126. Rest in peace to all the hours of sleep I’ve lost to overthinking. — 127. You know it’s really rude to talk while I’m interrupting. — 128. Is “no” an emotion, because I feel it? — 129. I always look sleep deprived is that hot? — 130. If you listen carefully you can hear me whisper “shut the fuck up” at least once every five minutes. — 131. I’m kind of hurt, kind of offended, kind of not planning on saying anything about it. — 132.
I’m tired 8 days a week. — 133. I don’t trust people who look good with messy hair. — 134. I may be a shitty friend, but I’m your shitty friend. — 135. Seven billion people on this planet and I have 2 friends. What is wrong with people, like put some effort in it, I’m not just gonna come and do the job for you. — 136. I’m sorry, is my swag distracting you? — 137. I aspire to get to that level of hot when my hair looks like shit and I smell like black coffee and yesterday’s eyeliner is smudged under my eyes, but I still look fine as hell. — 138. A: No, listen! What if one day you just turned into an almond and you couldn’t do anything about it because you were just a fucking almond?! B: You need to get laid, you weirdo. — 139. A: You wear that a lot. B: That’s because I’m the main character of the story here, peasant. — 140. I don’t “dress to impress”, I dress to depress. I want to look so good that people hate themselves. — 141. Behind every great man is me, checking out that ass. — 142. The future is now, old man. — 143. Seriously, all you do is bitch. — 144. Are you trying to seduce me? Because so far you’re doing a great job. — 145. Forgive and forget? More like resent and remember. — 146. I’m that kind of person who between two choices always picks the wrong one. — 147. I know what you’re going through, I read “The Perks of Being a Wallflower”. — 148. Excuse me, I hate to go and vomit. — 149. A: One day I hope I am the girl that walks into a room and all eyes are on her. B: The trick is to get a really big hat and scream. — 150. So tired of being human, I want to be a flower. — 151. Screenshots don’t scare me, I know what the fuck I said! — 152. I’m sorry for what I said, I was hungry. — 153. A: Don’t buy a girl flowers. Flowers die. Buy her a dragon. B: Because dragons don’t die? A: Because it’s hard to say “no” to something that can murder you instantaneously. — 154. I want to be rebellious, but I don’t want to get in trouble. — 155. A to B: Breaking news: being an asshole all the time doesn’t make you complicated and mysterious, it just makes you an asshole — 156. You know it’s really rude to talk while I’m interrupting. — 157. One of these days I’m going to roll my eyes too hard and I’m gonna go blind. — 158. I’m not a hint taker, you need to speak up. — 159. Why allow yourself to be full of hate, when you can be full of pasta instead? — 160. I’m an angry person and I want to let it all out and be an asshole, but I’m also a nice person and I don’t want to actually hurt anyone’s feelings, do you feel me?
“This is the weirdest ride
of my life” noted Xato Nexgrra. I could only consent him. Our platoon of
eleven, sitting in a CARDBOX, big enough it could have been a scouting ship,
attending to our incapacitated member while being carried by a foreign race’s
pup, which had the size of a legitimate skyscraper, stomping through the
endless plains. Each step of the tremendous creature echoed in our heads and
brought us dozens of IFPS standard steps ahead. With our improvised vessel in
one and the smaller vicious gazing beast - a cat, as Dr. Proaxl could tell us
after touching the giant pup’s mind - in the other hand, the giant crossed the
lands in an astonishing swift manner.
“So exactly how is this
giant going to help us?” I asked Dr. Proaxl.
The doc, while easing Loxxar Kraes’ pain by mental attendance as best as she
could, answered to me.
“It’s taking us to its home, where we will find shelter, food, medical
equipment and - so all your religious deities are at our side - the support of
its family. For this it would be great if we all could communicate with them.
Mindtouching is really tiresome and I don’t want to translate between you as
our leader and this world’s inhabitants the whole time, so… Üprrkl, how’s it
The annoying Pjörecian scientist had gone silent for a while now and hatched on
the task Dr. Proaxl had ordered him.
A brilliant move of her, both shutting him up and giving his undoubtedly
enormous brain something better to do than analysing the non-existing chances
of our survival.
“Not bad, the data you collected from the pup’s mind are feeding our intercom’s
translation codes. They are fragmentary, and at first glance I would say this
specimen does not understand its own language’s grammatic rules quite well - or
those rules are so broken and arbitrary I for myself can’t wrap my brain around
their structure - but its quite the basis. Some rudimentary communication with
natives should be possible at least, until you are able to widen the database
by mindtouching a - let’s say more experienced - specimen.”
“OK, then let’s try it” I said and formed with my forelimbs a funnel before my
mouth. “Hey! You!” I yelled towards our ride.
“It’s name is Max” filled Dr. Proaxl me in.
“Hey! Max! Can you understand me?!”
“YE… I… UN… U…!” The roaring voice echoed in our whole bodies and
stressed the intercom’s abilities.
“Maybe I should build in a filter that pitches the tune up and the volume down”
suggested Üprrkl. “Wait a moment.” He manipulated his own intercom and shared
the changes to the others. “Now.”
“I’ll try again, Max!” I shouted again. “We couldn’t understand you! Say
“CAN YOU UNDERSTAND ME NOW!!!?”
We flinched under the noise.
“You aren’t too quit, you are too loud! Volume down, please!”
“Oh, sorry. Better?”
“That’s it. Good work, Üprrkl. Ok, Max, we can understand you now. How far is
it to your home?”
“Why? We’re here!”
Due to the sunset and the
speed, we hadn’t even noticed the sudden difference in the scenery. We entered
some gigantic building and the reddish yellow light of the sun changed to the
cold blue shining of electric lights. Of course this building had to be
gigantic, given the fact the giant carrying us - Max – was only a pup, the
house of its family must have been astronomic to our standards. It was just
reasonable. But nevertheless we were struck speechless, for this building was
for real taller as you could see.
Max brought us in through a huge gate – or was it a simple door? It was
archaic, moving around a pivot without any means of electromotoric assistance.
Then he brought us upwards by stairs into his room. Beside the electric lights
there were no proofs of advanced technologies. At least those giants seemed to
be far away from space travel and so they posed no threat for the IFPS for now.
“Wait here, I’ll get some food and medicine. What do you need?” asked Max, the
“Something to prevent inflammation and a narcotic against pain” answered Dr.
Proaxl. As a bodyless being, it was only natural for here to ignore the offered
So I added to her request: “Some water and something filling and easy to
Max showed quite the troubled face, but nevertheless left us alone in his room.
Thank Xaleates he took that “cat” with him, wouldn’t have wanted to be left
alone with that.
short while we heard those gigantic steps approaching again, but this time it
seemed to be four legs. “Please Mom”,
we heard Max’ voice from behind the door, “just promise me you don’t freak out!”
“Maxwell, I dare you, if you took in a spider or a snake, you’ll sleep in the
garage tonight!” The door swung
open and a way taller giant came in, the head covered in lots and lots of those
swirly filaments nearly every living thing here had – hair, as Dr. Proaxl told
The bigger giant glimpsed at us. “Quick!”
insisted Dr. Proaxl, “Wave one of your forelimps and bare your fangs! It’s a gesture
We did as she told us – but…
“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…!!!!!” My eyesight
went blank, my hearing broke down, my intercom went sparkling and – I admit it
with disgust – I had lost control of some of my digestive organs for a moment.
When I regained my senses, I found more than half of my men on the ground,
struggling for breath. And even Dr. Proaxl, whose nebulous body usually shimmered
in a sparkling yellow white, now smouldered in a nauseous looking green.
“WHA… THE… HE…HA…!”
My hearing was still burrowed under a constant screaming noise, but I
registered the muffled rough roar coming from the gate. And through my limbs I
felt the tremors of a vast approaching third giant. Just when
would this superlative end? The third one was even taller than the second, by
at least two heads. And I mean their heads, not mine. It gestured to the
second, the second to Max, and Max gestured to us. And all of them made those
annoying roaring noises. My head went numb.
Then finally, the biggest one made a wide gesture and the noises stopped. I
remember the face of that giant coming nearer and nearer until it filled all of
my field of vision. Then my mind went black.
When I came
to my senses again, the biggest giant was talking to a still green shimmering
Dr. Proaxl, but I couldn’t follow their talking, so I interrupted them.
“How long have I…?”
“Just seconds, captain. Don’t worry.”
“Oh, you are the captain?” asked the gigantic giant. He oppressed his voice
with one of his limbs and tried to be as quiet as he could. Plenty of noise
still, nevertheless. “Nice to meet you.”
“This is Captain Bcao Kjuk Mrra, Leading Officer of our expedition ship, and
this here is Dr. Smith, Max’ father and biologist of this planet the natives
call “Earth”” introduced Dr. Proaxl.
“I apologize in behalf of my wife” began the giant. “Our voices must have quite
the destructive force to your bodies. We intended no harm to you, we were just…
overwhelmed by your appearance. I mean, it’s just natural, that someday,
eventually, someone from out there… I mean now, that after all this time
finally…” The giant began quiet, but unknowingly it got louder and louder, like
a little boy who couldn’t hide his joy about a new toy. Then Dr. Smith coughed
slightly and got quiet again. “Ahem… my apologies. Let’s concentrate at the
task at hand. Max said, one of your group is injured?”
“Yes, Loxxar Kraes. He got wounded by a … hamster is what Max mind called it”
answered Dr. Proaxl.
“Oh you encountered a field hamster? God, you’re lucky the crop’s plenty. In
spring, when it’s their season and the food resources are scarce, they go
savage for any intruder in their yard. Some fairly random facts the least of my
people knew, but for someone in your… position… it would have been crucial
intel. Ok, I see. That breastplate absorbed most of the impact. Some sturdy
material you got there. The wound is… what’s that?”
“A force field to keep the wound steril” answered the misty Doc.
“Fascinating” mumbled the giant Doc.
Two in their element. I decided to leave them be. Then the giant Doc asked.
“How do you stand alcohol?” “For disinfecting?
Isopropanol should do…” “No, no, I mean, how do you stand
drinking ethanol?” Did that
monster just say “Drinking ethanol”?!?!
the last time i did a ff was back in december when i hit 1k and here i am in april making my follow forever for 6.5k?! this is so so crazy and to celebrate that, i’d like to thank my mutuals who are listed down below! Give them a follow because i love all of them :)
(i was gonna do a ff for 5k but i put it off and then ka blam i have 6.5k) (this took me three hours) (again)
An idea I had about how Jason would have handled Thalia dying and her tree being poisoned if he’d been Greek. Enjoy!
Jason tucks his knees to his chest, fingers picking at the scab from where he cut his leg racing Annabeth. He scoots backwards, shifting his weight until the bark digs into his back. The press of the roots on either side of him is a gentle weight that let’s him breath. Camp is gone, somewhere on the other side of the hill that he can’t see or hear. Here it’s only him, his thoughts, and his sister.
“Luke said I did a good job today.” Jason’s muttered words break the silence of the hill. “He said I could be the best swordsman in camp soon. I just need to get a little bigger.” He glances at his arms, studying the faint white scars that stand out against the tanned skin. “I think you’d be proud of me. I don’t let Annabeth get into fights but I don’t let anyone be mean to her either.”
He waits, his words drifting off into the rustle of the wind through the branches. He holds his breath, listening for a creak or a groan or anything. He waits until his lungs burn as much as his eyes do before sucking in a shaky breath.
Jason stares at the dirt beneath his shoes, at the scattered needles and pinecones, at the empty hill stretched out before him.
“I miss you Thalia. I- I hate being in that cabin. I hate being alone. Please- I- I don’t want to go back there.” He blinks, pushing back on the pain that ripples up through his chest, bubbling into something that settles over his eyes and in his lungs.
The first soft, broken sob breaks from him and he clamps down on it. Luke’s voice echoes in his head, the voice that says that Thalia is gone, the voice that tells him it’s the god’s fault.
- Once Jeremy got his hair stuck to Michael’s glasses, and they were both screaming
- Jeremy was the kid who cried if you told him santa wasn’t real while Michael was the conspiracist who explained all the reasons why he’s FALSE and IMPOSSIBLE
-“shut up!” “Gasp!!! I’m telling!! MS LELAY MICHAEL SAID A BAD WORD!!!!”
- Jeremy had a short phase where he let his hair grow long but the second it was constantly in his eyes he cut it again
- Michael and Jeremy had gameboys and DS’s that they carried everywhere the went
-once a bully broke Michael’s DS and he cried for like the whole week, Jeremy gave him his and said it was no big cuz a new one would come out soon anyway
-Jeremy brought in his pet turtle for show and tell and it scared the teacher shitless
- Rich was the child who drew very questionable and concerning things
- Jeremy once had a pet fish that he named Glug
-Glug lasted like a month
-Michael was invited to Glug’s funeral
- “oh yeah?! Well I’m a magician!!! *waves pencil back and forth* it bends!!” “Jeremy you learned that on the back of a kids cuisine!!”
- Jeremy was a Boy Scout, but he was kinda shit at it
-the one time Rich talked to Jake during these years it was because Rich was crying over dropping his favorite snack. Jake told him he could have his granola bar and sat with him until he was ok
-the next day Rich said hi and Jake didn’t recognize him
- Jake used to throw those Pump It Birthday parties a lot, even for other people. No one ever knew how he threw all these parties or why he was doing them in the first place.
-Jeremy begged him for like a week to throw one for Michael before he actually agreed
-the silly band phase hit everyone hard. No one was spared. Michael and Rich still have some to this day.
- Chloe and Brooke braided everyone’s hair. Even the teachers.
-they went through the handmade friendship bracelet phase, and taught each other different tying techniques.
- Michael, sipping a juice box: Idk man life sucks
-Michael was always really sensitive to loud noises, so the constant screaming of elementary school bothered him a lot. That is until he was introduced to the concept of headphones and music and since they he’d carried them everywhere.
-“Jeremy why are we losers??” “I don’t know! You’re like! The coolest guy I know!!!!” “You are too! Even though you chew on paintbrushes at art”
Note: Here is the last part for this. FINALLY! I know this has been in my inbox for so long and I started writing this but then I lacked creativity and since then it`s just been stuck in my drafts folder. But now I`m done with it so I hope you enjoy it. Also this bacame a little longer cause I found a really good soundtrack that sparked my creativity :D
You have been together with him for a year soon. Everything seemed fine for so long, he was nice, funny and always seemed to know how to make you smile when you were feeling down. Now however he was different. He was gone untill late, barely talking to you and when you asked him about it he`d answer you with short annoyed statements, almost angry. You had tried talking to him more than once but he wouldn`t listen. This is what made you draw your conclusions and you decided it might be better for him if you dissapeared. So packing a small bag with your most needed belongings you ran away.
Stress had taken its toll on him lately as his mind was flodded with mission plans and coordinating the meetings and whatnot. And today it`s been even worse. Namjoon wanted nothing more than a hot shower and a few hours of sleep, instead however he found himself destroying the apartment in a fit of rage. He had come home to find a note from you, saying you were sorry for using up his time and apologizing for not being what he wanted. So after taking apart the place he used his contacts to locate you before making his way there. He`d grab you wrist making you look at him before furiously yelling.
“Why the fuck would you do that? Why the fuck would you run away? Are you crazy? Do you know how fucking worried I was?”
When seeing your scared face he`d look defeated, calming down. He wasn`t angry with you at all. It was himself he was angry with really. So in the next sentences he made sure you understood just how much you meant to him. He`d let go of your wrist, instead catching both of your hands his and continuing in a soft but firm voice.
“I can`t loose you. I was a fucking dickhead I know. I was so caught up in my work that I neglected what`s most important in my life. You. Y/n, I am so sorry I did you so wrong. You are not a burden. You are the only thing keeping me sane. Shit, I never beg but if it takes begging for the rest of my life for you to stay then I will. Please y/n. Don`t leave me.”
The last few months have been a disaster. Things just didn`t play out the way he wanted and it was driving him insane. Today especially. That`s why he decided to get off work earlier. Maybe a quite day at home was what he was lacking. And if he was honest with himself he missed you. His happy thoughts of cuddling and a nice dinner however were thrown completely off board when he stepped into the bedroom to find a suitcase packed on the bed and you trying to close it. Your head would whip around to look at Jin when you heard him ask what you were doing.
The next few minutes where filled with you explaining your feelings to him while you profoundly apologized for being a burden and not being good enough for him. Jin would be silently listening to you, not because he was being polite but because he didn`t know what to say. He couldn`t believe he made you feel this way and the only thing he wanted right now was to make you feel wanted again. So he did the only thing he came up with. He kissed you. Pouring all of his feelings of shame and longing into it. And as the kiss progressed so did his yearing for you and as you were both laying beside eachother, sweat cascading your bodies and heavy breathing filling the air around you, he said out loud what his actions just now have said for him.
“I love you y/n. Please don`t leave me.”
Yoongi isn`t someone you play around with. Everybody knew that. But it turned out that there were people who don`t see it as a threat but rather a challenge. Ever since he found out that he had a spy in his group he was on edge. Snapping at everyone and everything. You included. He wasn`t proud of it and he knew he was being too harsh. So when the day finally came that he cought the traitor and dealt with it he set his mind on making it up to you. But he was too late. As he came through the door he knew something was off. He had tried to call you earlier but you hadn`t answered. He had wondered why. Finally finding your letter he got his answer, finding out that his plan of making it up to you came too late.
He was shocked to find himself calmly sitting in his office rather than trashing the whole place, but he knew this wasn`t the time to throw a fit. He knew you still loved him, or so you said in your letter. The only reason you left was his incompetence to remind you of his love so he just had to show you. And he was determent to make sure you would never question his loyalty and love to you ever again. After having his people drive you back to his office he now stood infront of you. He felt a pang of guilt hit him when he saw how sad you looked as he started talking.
“My job is important to me and you know that. You also know that this situation I was having was out of the norm and demanded a high level of attention. That being said, I also thought you knew how much I love and care for you. But I understand why you would run away. I have not done my job in giving you the attention you deserve, by that letting you think one hell of fucking aweful things and I cannot apologize enough for it. Fuck. You know I`m bad with words so I`ll just get to the point. I need you y/n. I would never forgive myself if I let you leave like this so stay with me. Please.”
Saying the last sentence he gave you a small black box, inside lay a promise he swore to never break.
You had never seen him like this as he was always the smiley, bright and positive Hobi around you. So drawing your conclusions out of it, you must have become a burden to him. It hurt like hell writing your note to him and even more so to leave your shared flat for the last time. Hoseok didn`t notice any of this as he was currently trying to stay calm at all the stupidity going on around him. This had been going on for a few months now and he was sick and tired of it. When he finally left work he was worn out once again. His tired eyes would scan the flat curiously as he didn`t see nor hear you anywhere. Feeling his heart speed up he found your note on the kitchen table, your apartment key next to it. The next few hours were a blur. The only thing he could remember was a call to his team with the demand to find you and him releasing all of his stress by tearing up the place and screaming his throat soar. Now he was in a car on his way to your location, nervously bouncing one of his legs up and down.
The moment he saw you through the window, he jumped out of the car running to you and catching you in a tight hug. In this moment nothing around him mattered except for you. As he reluctantly pulled away and locked eyes with you he couldn`t help but tear up, no letting go of all of his feelings.
“You don`t know the fear I felt when I found your note. I.. I can`t loose you. I don`t want to loose you. I`m miserable without you. I am so incredibly sorry. I truly am. I was a horrible partner and I understand if you hate me now but y/n, I love you. I will change. I promise. Just give me a chance. I swear to make you happy. Just… don`t leave me.”
His heart broke the second he read the first line of your goodbye letter. All the problems he had thought were crazy important just a few seconds ago were now nothing compared to this. Nothing compared to loosing you. His chest rose and fell quicker at the thought of you sitting here alone with these horrible thoughts of not being good enough gnawing at your mind. Not to mention the constant pushing away and screaming he had done to you. But the thing that bothered him the most was that you didn`t leave him because he was an asshole. You left because you thought you were a burden. This was the point at which he would be sitting on the kitchen floor, your letter still in his hand, as he stared blankly infront of himself. He would need a good hour before he finally got back the courage to get up and find you.
With the help of his people he`d get your locations in the matter of a few minutes, not loosing any time to set out to your location. He didn`t want to let you go around with those thoughts for a single second longer. The moment his eyes would meet your, from crying, bloodshot ones his heart would break a second time. He quickly grabbed your arm and drew you close to him when he saw you trying to run. In his arms you tried to protest, telling him he`d only make it harder for you to leave if he kept holding on.
“Good. Then I`ll never let go. I don`t want you to leave. Never. I know this doesn`t make up for my behavior these last few months in the slightest but I am so so sorry y/n. You only deserve the best but what I did was worse than the worst. I made you believe you were useless and a burden when in reality you are all that I am fighting for every day. I don`t expect you to stay when I let go of you now, but please know that I really, truly love you.”
And holding on to his last straw of hope he let go.
This was the worst day of his life. Not because his million dollar deal had gone to hell. Not because several utterly important files had been stolen from his organization. And not because his right hand man, that he had trused for years, turned out to be a traitor. They were not the reason he was currently driving at an inhuman speed down the streets, his hands sweaty and heart beating so fast he thought it was going to burst. No. The reason for why he was a mess like this was the apologizing letter you had left him on your shared bed. His mind was buzzing with guilt, and quite frankly, anger. Not at you but at himself. He was sure he shouldn`t be driving in this state, but the thought of losing you was too much for him. His mind telling him you`d be where you felt the safest. In the park where you two had first met. More precisely on the bench under the great oak tree where you two had fallen in love.
And he was right. He found you sitting there, your head in your hands as he could hear your sobs filling the cold air of the night. He`d be careful when approaching you. Any signs of his recklessness from earlier gone as he didn`t want to scare you. He`d hesitantly stand infront of you, your tear filled eyes staring at him as he softly spoke up.
“I knew I`d find you here. You really love this spot don`t you. I do too. After all, this is where I found the love of my life. Someone I thought I would never find. But it seems I have fucked up bad. I didn`t treat you the way I should have and now your head is filled with these… these horrible thoughts that aren`t true. You should be mad at me. Yell at me for being the dick that I am, butinstead you are blaming yourself. Y/n, I don`t deserve you in any way. I never have. And if leaving me will make you happy I won`t stop you. But if you still love me, like I love you, please… don`t go. Let me make it up to you and show you how important you are to me.”
If he thought he was beaten down already from his day, now he was truly broken. This situation was completely overwhelming him and he didn`t know what else to do than angrily walk up and down the living room. His hands, no, his whole body shaking in what he could only describe as rage and sadness. He was trying not to cry but failed miserable at it as he noticed wet trails on his cheeks. He had found the note you left him and had immediatley tried calling you only to hear the sound of your ringtone in the livingroom where you left your phone. Now he was only waiting for his men to bring you back.
What the fuck could take them so long? He was waiting for over an hour already and his patience was wearing thin. That`s where the door would open and you`d step into the apartment. Right on time, he was sure he would`ve gone crazy had it been just a few minutes longer. You couldn`t even say a word when you were suddenly enveloped in a hug, his head tightly pressed into the nook of your neck and his arms having a grip on you as if he was afraid you`d crumcle beneath his hands. And as he felt you hugging him back he let go of everything he had failed to say to you.
“I love you so much y/n. I love you. I don`t even know where to begin to tell you how sorry I am for making you think I wouldn`t love you anymore and that you are a burden. You are anything but useless to me. You are all that I am waking up in the morning for. I made a horrible mistake at not taking care of you when you were feelings this way and I apologize for it. If you still love me, I`d like you to stay here with me. I swear to take better care of you from now on. Whatever you want me to do, I will do it if it makes you stay.”
A/N: Hello, my lovely wonderfuls! Here is my first (of many) polyhamilsquad story! I just realized I never put what character I’m writing about in the title (whoops). I apologize, I know I appreciate that when other (more talented) writers do that, so I’ll try keep that up. Anyways, I had lots of fun writing this and I really hope you all enjoy it! As always thank you, thank you, thank you for reading! And I hope you all have a day as wonderful and lovely as you are! Oh! And the song used in this fic is Back At One By Brian McKnight :)
You loved Sunday mornings. They were your favorite day of the week. Mostly because it was all your boys day off and you all got to sleep late. You loved waking up wrapped up with all your boys. It never failed to make you smile and fill you with joy.
This particular Sunday morning you were woken up by Johns soft lips pressing gentle kisses to your neck. You smile with your eyes still closed and run your fingers through his hair.
He looks up at you a smile gracing his sweet freckled face.
“Good morning lover girl, you’re looking beautiful as always,” he says nuzzling your neck and giving you more kisses.
You giggle and shake your head.
“I don’t think I look beautiful at all, but thank you,” you pull his face to yours and place a soft kiss of your own on his lips.
Lafayette starts stir beside you, “I want morning kisses too, ma petit colombe.”
You smile and turn to him.
“Well, Johnny here decided to steal his morning kisses from me.”
John nods pecking your cheek as you smile. Laf looks serious in thought, before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you towards him.
“I guess, I’ll have to steal mine too,” he says placing kisses all over your face.
“Gil,” you giggle.
He smiles down at you, and places a long, toe curling kiss on your lips. He pulls away when John clears his throat. Laf looks at John.
“You want on too, ma douce?”
John nods and Laf gives him kiss just like yours. They pull apart and you can see the love in their eyes and it makes your heart swell.
“Don’t mind me boys, I’m just going to move out of the way,” you say jokingly, trying to scoot out from between them. Before you can really get anywhere, Lafs hands are on your hips again, holding you still.
“Non, mon ange, we’re not done with you yet.”
You look from him to John and see their matching smirks and purse your lips.
“Are you sure you don’t want to wake up the other boys?” you ask, thinking the suggestion might distract them.
“We will, in just a few minutes,” Laf says as he starts kissing your neck and John kisses that ticklish spot on your ribs.
You start to squirm, trying to move. When you hear Alex begin to stir.
“Alex, honey, good morning. Look, boys Alex is awake,” you say and they both cease for a moment and chuckle.
“Are you bothering our dear (Y/N) already?”
“Non, mon amour, we’re stealing morning kisses,” Laf says while wiggling his eyebrows at Alex.
“Well, in that case,” and without warning Alex jumps over John and is on top of you within seconds.
“Alex,” you say in a warning tone.
“Yes, my love?” he asks a smirk at his lips as he leans over you.
“Don’t you think I should go make breakfast?”
“Of course, right after I steal my morning kisses,” and with that his lips are on yours.
He places a passionate kiss on your lips and then a gentle kiss, before moving down to your collar bone. Meanwhile, John and Laf had taken to kissing your hands and wrists. Leaving you no way of escape.
“Boys I think you’ve stolen more than enough,” you say breathlessly.
“Are you sure, mon ange?”
“I disagree baby girl.”
“Nope, not nearly enough, my love.”
You sigh, your only hope was Hercules. You start trying to tap him with your foot. You do so a few times and he starts to stir.
“Herc, my darling, would you mind helping me?”
He lifts his head to see your predicament and chuckles before sitting up.
“Alright, my loves, leave the cupcake alone.”
They all give a slight pout, as Herc helps you out of their hold, holding you to his chest. You smile up at him.
“Now, what’s going on?”
“We were stealing morning kisses,” John says wrapping his arms around Alex, while he reaches for Laf.
Herc laughs, “stealing morning kisses huh?”
He looks at you and you nod seriously. “Don’t you know you’re supposed to ask a lady for a kiss? Watch and learn.”
Herc turns his attention back to you and clears his throat.
“My darling, beautiful lady, may I have the pleasure of receiving a morning kiss?” You giggle before responding.
“Of course my darling,” you giggle, placing a hand to his cheek as you kiss him slowly and sweetly, silently thanking him for his rescue.
You both pull apart smiling, and look at the rest of your boys when you hear a throat clear. You see all three of them on one knee on the bed, with their right hands over their hearts and their left out towards you.
“My darling, beautiful lady, may I have the pleasure of receiving a morning kiss?” they all recite in together. You laugh and look at Herc, signaling him to let you down.
“Since you all asked so nicely,” you approach each of them giving them quick kisses on the lips barely slipping out of Alexander’s grasp.
They all give you pout, while you stand behind Herc.
“Darling, will you keep them distracted while I go make breakfast?
“Anything for you cupcake,” you kiss Hercs cheek and make your way to the kitchen. You hear a few sad groans before a burst of laughter from the bedroom.
You smile as you begin breakfast, this was really your favorite day. You loved spending time with your boys, and this was actually somewhat rare.
Your boys worked so hard, it was difficult to have this type of quality time all together. But, you usually had at least one of them around, so it didn’t bother you too much. You always reveled in these days though, these perfect blissful days.
Soon your favorite days were gone. At first it wasn’t that bad, but within a month it was like they all got twice as busy as before. Even your Sundays were no longer waking up late and spending the day together.
Now there was always one of them gone and you hated it, but you rationalized with yourself. It was their work, it was just because they had to work that was all.
Their usual attentiveness had dwindled. In the morning you woke up with your boys and made them breakfast, and lunches (they had a tendency to forget to eat). Instead of sweet, sometimes lingering kisses, you got a quick peck on the cheek or forehead as they made their way out the door.
Again, you told yourself that they were just consumed with work. They weren’t purposely putting you on the back burner. You reassured yourself daily, you knew they loved you. They had told you and shown you countless times. They loved you, they did.
Two months went by and it was still much of the same. You would tell yourself everyday, it’s just because of work. They had time consuming jobs.
Lafayette was a heart surgeon, Alex and John were lawyers, and Herc was a clothing designer. Laf was called into work at random times, of course you could understand how tired he was. Alex and John were both top lawyers at their firm, of course they want to stay there, you could understand their stress.
Herc was one of the best designers in New York, not to mention the country, and he had to travel to make sure things were done properly. Of course you understood, he made beautiful clothing, they were his own masterpieces, he wanted them done right.
All of this you understood and took into consideration. Everytime you got a peck instead of a kiss, a wave instead of an embrace, a quick ‘sure’ instead of an ‘of course, my love’. Everytime you got a brush off quickly because they had more important things to do.
You reminded yourself that they had hard jobs and that they worked hard. You didn’t need to take anything personally. But, it was getting harder and harder to do. You were a nurse at a pediatricians office and maybe your work wasn’t as hard as theirs, but you still made time for them.
You always made sure they ate during the day, sometimes forgetting to eat yourself. You always tried to make sure they got enough sleep, especially Alexander. You made sure they knew how much you loved them. Was it so bad to want that in return?
Your patience and understanding was starting to wear thin. You had had a really shitty day. The office had been busier than normal and full of sick children. Several of which had puked and or peed on you. There was constant screaming, and even some unfortunate hair pulling.
You had a pulsing headache, your feet were killing you, and you smelt unpleasant. All you wanted was a long shower, food, and sleep.
When you arrived home, you could see all of your boys were home. On your way into your home, you could hear Alex yelling at someone over the phone. John seemed to be looking over some files and Laf and Herc seemed to be talking in the kitchen.
You stood their for a few minutes waiting for a ‘welcome home’ or some type of acknowledgement. Much to your dismay there came none. You made your way to the bedroom, but before you were all the way there, Laf finally noticed you were home.
“There she is! We’ve been waiting for you,” he says smiling. “We’re going out in celebration of our Hercules being home. Go get ready so we can go.”
The thought of going out right now made you want cringe. You were so tired, physically and emotionally. You felt almost empty with all you’ve given these past months.
“I’m sorry boys, I just don’t feel up to it, but you guys go and have fun.”
They all look disappointed, including Alex, who had finally gotten off the phone.
“Come on (Y/N), it’ll be fun. Just get ready real quick,” Alex says looking at you like you were being slightly ridiculous.
“Please, we haven’t spent quality time together in a while, go get ready and we’ll wait,” John says in a sweet tone that makes you want to cry and yell at the same time. Where have you been??
“No, boys really I’m sorry, I’ve had a long day and just want to shower and go to sleep.”
“How about you shower and then we can go, I know you’ve had a long day, but don’t you want to spend time with us,” Alex tells you somewhat accusingly. The other boys looking at you for an answer.
And it’s the final straw, you had been patient, and sweet and understanding for two months. And now they were turning this on you? As if you’re the one neglecting them, as if you hadn’t waited up for them and then woken up with them to make sure they got to work and home okay. As if you hadn’t been taking the bare minimum of affection from them for two months!
“You know what, I know we haven’t spent time together. You want to know how I know? For the past two months, I’ve made sure all of you were okay, and eating, and cared about, whether you were here or at work or traveling.” You look at all them pointedly, trying to keep your tears at bay.
“I have waited up and gotten up for all of you everyday, made sure you had everything you needed,” you close your eyes and take a breath. “You know what I’ve gotten these past two months?” you look at each of them, they all look somewhat shocked at your outburst. “I’ve gotten quick pecks and half assed acknowledgments.”
“I know you all work hard and you’re all amazing at what you do. Usually you do make time for me and I appreciate the time I do get, but these past two months,” you take a breath as the tears starts to spill over your cheeks. “It’s just, it would be nice not to feel so empty once in awhile. I love you all so much but lately I feel like I’m just giving, and giving, and giving, and I’m left with nothing! I’ve tried to be understanding and patient, but I can’t do it anymore. And you know what I shouldn’t have to!”
They all stare at you guilt and sorrow on their faces, they look so distraught. And you feel instantly guilty.
They have tears brimming in their eyes and you hate that you caused it. No matter how upset you were with them, you didn’t want them to hurt.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. It’s not your fault. I know it’s not, you’re all so good at what you do and I know you love your work. I’m just tired, that’s all.” They start to approach you, but you step back. “I’m fine, I promise. I’m just gonna go for a drive for a bit. You guys go out and have a nice dinner, okay?” You turn and walk out the door without waiting for a reply.
The boys try to stop you, but by the time they get to the door, you’re already gone. They go back inside and decide to wait for your return.
After two hours had passed they grew worried.
“She’ll come back, right?” John asks his other lovers.
“Of course she will, she loves us remember,” Herc tells him hugging him to his chest. Although the same fear was growing in the pit of his stomach
Alex looks less sure as he paces, hoping that you’re not crying on the road and his heart aching to be near you.
Lafayette is sitting on the couch, his knee bouncing, thinking of all the places you might go. And it hits him, the Schuylers! They were your best friends.
“I’m going to call Angelica and see if she’s heard from her,” the other boys nod their heads frantically.
You drove around for thirty minutes before stopping at the Schuylers. You hated coming over unannounced, but you weren’t ready to go home and you were so tired.
You knocked on the door and tried to make yourself look presentable.
Peggy opened the door, took one look at you, pulled you in and called her sisters.
Eliza and Angelica came into the living room and immediately embraced you.
“(Y/N), what happened?” Angelica asks, brushing hair out of your face.
You try to hold back your tears, but they break free and fall down your cheeks. Eliza hugs you close and lets you cry on her shoulder until you’ve calmed.
After a few minutes, Peggy hands you some tissues and you thank her. You take a few deep breaths and tell them all what happened. How the past two months that the boys were so busy and you felt so lonely, how you tried to power through it, and how when you finally had all of them together you had an outburst that just ended up making everyone feel bad, including yourself.
“Okay, while we can all understand that they have time consuming jobs, that doesn’t mean they stop making time for you.”
“No, she’s right (Y/N). You shouldn’t feel any remorse about the way you feel in your heart. That’s not something you can control,” Eliza tells you holding your gaze.
Peggy nods in agreement before adding on.
“And you shouldn’t keep all of your emotions bottled up, if they’re doing something that hurts your feelings or makes you angry you need to say so.”
You nod knowing all of them are right, but the guilt still doesn’t dissipate.
“I need to get back home and talk to them,” you say getting up, but Angelica pulls you back down.
“You definitely need to talk to them, but it can wait until tomorrow.”
When you try protest both Eliza and Peggy shake their heads at you.
“You’re tired and emotionally drained, you need some time to refresh yourself.”
“And it’s okay to let them sweat a little bit, you do a lot for them,” Peggy says giving you a wink.
You laugh and shake your head.
“I need to tell them where I am, I don’t want them to freak out.”
“We’ll take care of it,” Angie says taking your phone from you. You knew better than to argue with her.
“Please be nice, I know I was upset, but I didn’t speak up either and they never meant to hurt me,” you look at her with pleading eyes, while she sighs and rolls her eyes at you.
“I guess, Eliza can call them then.”
The four of break out in laughter, once you all settle they send you to shower and told you to get some sleep.
Just as you leave, Angelica’s phone starts ringing and she sees it’s Lafayette. Right on time, she thinks.
“Angie, please tell me mon ange is with you..”
“Yes, she’s here and she’s spending the night, so don’t expect her home.”
She can hear the rest of the boys in the background, with relieved murmurs. She puts the phone on speaker, so her sisters can hear.
“Non, we can come get her.”
“You will do no such thing Laf. She needs some space, she is completely physically and emotionally drained.”
The boys pause at Eliza’s stern tone, but start up again.
“We need to talk to her, and comfort her, so she knows we love her,” John says his voice pleading.
“You can tell her all that tomorrow,” Peggy says.
The boys know that they won’t get past the Schuylers so they concede.
“Can you at least tell her that we love her and we’re sorry,” Alexander asks, sounding a little exasperated.
“We’ll relay the ‘we love you’, but you can all apologize yourselves tomorrow,” Angelica states.
“Try and get some sleep boys,” Eliza says in a more sympathetic tone this time.
Before they hang up, they hear a scoff and then, ‘yeah, like that’s gonna happen.’ They giggle and make their way to bed themselves.
The next day, the boys are knocking at the Schuylers door, bright and early. More accurately, Alex is knocking incessantly while the others are asking him to pause for a second.
Minutes later, the door swings open to reveal a very irritated Angelica.
“It’s eight in the morning on a Saturday,” she nearly growls while glaring at them.
“I brought some croissants, for you all, mon ami,” Laf offers with a pleading smile.
She just raises an eyebrow, before opening the door wider and standing aside so they could enter.
“I’ll wake the angel, you wait here,” she says walking away.
They all wait in the living room, Alexander is cracking his knuckles, Johns leg is bouncing, Lafayette has his hands resting on his thighs and tapping his fingers on them, and Herc has his elbows resting on his knees with his hands clasped in front of him sitting completely still.
As soon as you entered the room they all stood and resisted the urge to run to you. John just couldn’t help himself.
Before you can say a word he rushes to you and wraps his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
“We’re sorry, we’re so sorry please don’t be upset anymore, we love you. Please don’t leave us.”
As the initial shock wears off you realize what John just said and look at the boys wide eyed. They all look away, and your heart aches.
You embrace John and step back a bit so you can look him in the eyes.
“I’m not leaving you guys, I love you,” your eyes meet each of the boys. “I may have been upset, but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to quit on our relationship, you’re all my everything.”
The rest of the boys, rush to you and John. You’re completely surrounded by them, and you exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You finally felt at peace, the boys were your home.
“We’re so sorry, cupcake.”
“Oui, we don’t deserve you mon ange.”
“You’re our everything, love, we all need you more than you realize. You could probably do without us, but we cannot do without you.”
You look at each of them, tears springing to your eyes and your heart swelling. John turns you to face him and brushes a tear from your cheek.
“It’s true baby girl, and we came up with a little something to prove it.”
You look at him confused.
“A little something?”
You look to the other boys, and they all just smile at you. Herc takes your hand and leads you to the couch.
“We’re going to need you to sit here, cupcake,” he winks at you.
Your confusion only grows as they all line up in front of you.
“You got the disc, babe,” Herc says to John, who happily nods and places a cd in the stereo.
We’re they going to perform for you? And they all got into the same pose. They all stand their hands clasped together in front of them and their heads down.
It’s undeniable that we should be together, it’s unbelievable that used to say that I’d fall never…
Herc was the first to step forward lip-syncing the song and then followed John, Laf, and Alex.
The basis is need to know, if you don’t know just how I feel
Then let me show you now that I’m for real
If all things in time, time will reveal
As one said a line the others danced behind him. Until they got to the chorus, which they all did together, acting out nearly every word.
One, you’re like a dream come true
Two, just wanna be with you
Three, girl it’s plain to see
That your the only one for me
Four, repeat steps one through three
Five, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I start Back at One
You couldn’t help but smile at your boys, they were so ridiculously sweet, it made your heart soar.
It’s so incredible the way things work themselves out
And all emotional, once you know what it’s all about babe
And undesirable for us to be apart
Never would of made it very far
Cause you know that you’ve got the keys to my heart
Peggy, Angie, and Eliza had come to the living room because they heard music and held back their giggles at the boys sweet gesture.
One, you’re like a dream come true
Two, just wanna be with you
Three, girl it’s plain to see
That your the only one for me
Four, repeat steps one through three
Five, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I start Back at One
As you watched them, you couldn’t help but think how lucky you were to have your own personal boy band. You loved them all so much.
Say farewell to the dark of night I see the coming of the sun
I feel like a little child
Whose life has just begun
You came and breathed new life
Into this lonely heart of mine
You threw out the life line just in the Nick of Time
As the song continued, the more dramatic they got and you couldn’t contain your giggles.
And seeing your face lit up with joy made the boys hearts race.
One, you’re like a dream come true
Two, just wanna be with you
Three, girl it’s plain to see
That your the only one for me
Four, repeat steps one through three
Five, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I start Back at One
When they finished the last line, you jumped up and clapped, while the girls followed suit. They bowed and you went to them, giving each of them a kiss.
“So, you liked it?” Alex asked nervously.
“Are you kidding, I loved it! If I hadn’t already forgiven all of you, that would have convinced me,” you said smiling big at them.
“Can we go home now, cupcake?” Herc asks his arms around your waist and his forehead against yours.
“Of course,” you say smiling and kiss nose.
“Bien, because we didn’t get a lot of sleep, and we missed you last night,” Laf says nuzzling your neck behind you, making you giggle.
“I call sitting with (Y/N) in the back,” Alex says while pulling you into his arms, and resting his head on yours, as you rest yours on his chest.
“Oh! Me too!” John exclaims wrapping his arms around you and Alex from behind you.
“I guess that means we get to cuddle with our darling girl when we get home then,” Herc says to Laf.
Both Alex and John gasp, and you giggle.
“Okay, boys you can take turns, let’s go home.” You gather your things and say goodbye and Thank you to the sisters, before heading out with your boys.
When you all arrived home and made your way to the bedroom, Lafayette stopped you.
“What is it Gil?”
“Mon ange, before we take our nap, I just want you to know that if you ever feel that way again, you can tell us.”
“Yeah, baby girl, we hated seeing you so upset.”
“Darling, we love you and you come before our work, always.”
“Love, if we ever fail to give you what you need, please, let us know.”
You look at each of them and nod.
“I promise, I will from now on. I’m sorry for not saying anything.”
Alex shakes his head at you.
“You don’t need to apologize my love.”
They all ask for a ‘good nap kiss’ and you giggle and give them each a sweet kiss, before you all settle into bed. You’re cuddled between Herc and Laf, as your eyes drift closed.
And an hour later the boys switch, Alex claiming he sleeps better next to you, while Laf and Herc roll their eyes, but comply to his request.
And this time as you drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t help the warmth that spread in your heart, finally feeling complete.
The next week’s that passed by were filled with long lingering kisses, nearly constant cuddles, and ‘I love you’s. Your boys making sure that you felt completely loved and taken care of. And although this all made you feel immense joy, your favorite part was that you got your blissful Sundays back.