Lafayette jumped at the knock on the door. It was three in the morning for fuck’s sake.
Lafayette opened the door, surprised to see Hercules. The two had been tiptoeing around each other ever since Lafayette found out and they fought. Lafayette had the mercy not to kick him out of his own apartment, but Hercules had been spending most of the day out and then would come home and sleep in the living room with John and Alex. Alex was angry with Hercules as well, fully taking Lafayette’s side. John was neutral, angry at Hercules as well, but his loyalty to his friend kept him merciful.
“What do you want?” Lafayette asked, swallowing what was either anger, tears, or both.
Hercules didn’t answer at first. “I wanted to talk.”
Lafayette sighed, “Hercules, I don’t have the energy to fight with you right now.”
“I don’t want to fight.” Hercules reasoned, “I’m tired of us avoiding each other and the situation. Just hear me out, please. Can I please come in?”
“Sure,” Lafayette relented, opening the door wider for Hercules.
Lafayette sat on his bed, not offering for Hercules to do the same. He didn’t.
Hercules expected Lafayette to say something. He waited for Lafayette to say something. He didn’t.
“I’m sorry,” Hercules began. “I’ll start with that. I know saying sorry doesn’t help. At all. But I do want you to know I regret it.”
“Why did you do it?” Lafayette hissed. “Am I not enough for you? Was she able to give you something I couldn’t provide?” Despite Lafayette promising himself he wouldn’t cry, he was already starting to. Lafayette was always emotional, he hated how vulnerable it made him.
Hercules shook his head. “I honestly don’t know why I did what I did. You’re more than enough for me Lafayette, you always have been. I never understood what I did to deserve you, I obviously don’t.” He laughed bitterly, “I could blame it on alcohol, on her, on any number of things. But in the end, it was only me, making a stupid decision.”
“Then why are you here? Why did you want to talk to me?” Lafayette asked, his voice wavering.
“I want to know what you want. I’m not asking you to forgive me, I don’t expect you to. Not now, not ever. But I can’t handle this. Us avoiding each other, ignoring each other. I can’t handle the silence and I can’t handle the uncertainty. Just tell me what you want and I’ll do it. I’ll leave, I’ll never speak to you again if that’s what you want. Just tell me what you want.” Hercules pleaded.
Lafayette hesitated. He didn’t know what he wanted. Did he want Hercules gone? He was angry, yes, but when he imagined a life without Hercules…
He stood, meeting Hercules’ eyes. “I don’t want you to leave.” Lafayette caught the exact moment as Hercules’ eyes flashed with hope but quickly died out right after. “I want to forgive you, I really do. I’m just not sure how.”
Hercules nodded, “I know what I did was horrible. But I would do anything to get you to forgive me.” Lafayette said nothing. “What do I have to do? Beg for it?” Hercules asked, sarcasm lightly dancing in his words. Lafayette almost said yes, he almost wanted to see Hercules beg for Lafayette’s forgiveness and love, but Lafayette wasn’t that cruel. Besides, it would have been a miracle to see Hercules, the stubborn, hot-headed giant Lafayette had grown to love, on his knees and begging.
Lafayette’s eyes widened when Hercules did just that.
Hercules got onto his knees, taking Lafayette’s hands in his. Lafayette didn’t pull away, too shocked by what he was seeing. Begging during sex was one thing, this was something entirely different. Hercules was surrendering his dignity to Lafayette. His pride. Hercules wouldn’t do this for anyone else.
“I’m sorry Lafayette, I really am. I love you, more than I love anyone else. You’re everything to me, Lafayette. I would do anything just to keep you in my life. You don’t have to forgive me now, you don’t ever have to forgive me. But you need to know that I do love you, and I never wanted to hurt you.” Hercules had a single tear running down his cheek, which shook Lafayette greater than anything else that happened since Hercules walked in.
Hercules never cried. Never. Lafayette had never seen him cry. “Hercules…” Lafayette trailed off. He didn’t know what else to do. He got on his own knees, hugging Hercules tightly.
“D-Do—” Hercules began.
“No,” Lafayette cut him off. “Not yet. I don’t forgive you yet. I need time.” Lafayette admitted. “But I can start.”
Hercules pulled back, smiling a little. Lafayette was smiling a little too. “That’s all I wanted.” Hercules sighed. “You know, I love you.”
Quick note: My Tictail shop will be closed the 28th by 5pm, and I’ll be sure to mail everything out by Friday, since I’ll be traveling to Seattle until October 4th! I’ll be helping my sister at Geekgirl Con, so make sure to pass by table A123!
Author’s Note: hi im back again uh i dont rlly have anything to say at the beginning of this chapter but forgive any sentences that have kind of weird structure or if i like randomly change tense! i’ve tried to edit all the places i’ve made mistakes but combing thru doesn’t always get it all out. verb tenses have always messed me up tbh and id say im a lot more used to writing in past tense but for this story i figured w the flashbacks it would make more sense to write the present part of the story actually in the present lol
also!! please actually read the song lyrics i did put them there for purpose they’re more than just something that’s background noise i’m using them as an important plot device and insight into richies true subconscious thoughts so!! dont skip them bc i know i personally always skip song lyrics lol
Songs mentioned in this chapter:Supermodel - SZA, Broken Clocks - SZA (yall r gonna be seeing a lot of songs from her album Ctrl because its a fkn break up / cheated on / mixed feelings BOP)
Pairings: Stozier to Reddie, BIG reddie flashbacks in this chap
Warnings: Swearing, sad shit
Word Count: 4,332
Summary: [Modern a.u] Several months after the incident, Richie Tozier convinces himself that he feels fine, that it’s fine. Everything is fine. But memories and old-feelings surface almost constantly in Richie’s distracted head, seemingly for the sole purpose of making him subconsciously wonder: Is it really fine at all?
Richie is purposefully late to school the next day. His and Eddie’s lockers are unfortunately close - and even just the thought of Eddie makes Richie feel sick right now. Like he’ll throw up. He doesn’t know if he can bare to see the boy. So, he decides not to.
I love you and you love me, too. Will you please just admit it. Yeah, yeah, maybe I do. Well then what’s the hold up? The hold is that the last time we did this, it damn near killed me. And I hated myself for hurting you.
Rachel: Baby, I’m no Fred Flintstone but I can make your bed rock! Santana: Rach, that was possibly the worst pick-up line I’ve ever heard. Now come on, you already have me in bed let's get this sleepover started. Rachel: No, no wait I have one more! Ehem, did you clean your pants with Windex? I can practically see myself in them. Santana: You’re lucky we’re already dating.
Pezberry Week - Day 1&2: Inappropriate Flirting and Living Together
“Alexander!” I smiled and he opened the door to our house. It was our last day that we were going to see each other for awhile and he had just come back from having dinner with Philip Schuyler and his daughters.
“Hi.” He said, not meeting my eyes.
“How did the dinner go?”
“Good… better than expected.”
“I have news for you as well and I know you probably don’t want to hear this right now because of the war but…”
“I’m pregnant.” I told him and I saw his face practically crumple. “I know it’s hardly ideal timing but… we could have a family.”
“We don’t even know if we are gonna survive this war. If I’m gonna survive it.”
“What are you asking me to do?”
“Nothing but… I am not throwing away my shot.”
“I’m not asking you to.”
“I know I just…”
“I know it’s bad timing but where do we go from here?” I asked him and he frowned, looking down at my hands.
“I think you should go back to Samuel Seabury.” He said and I looked at him, extremely concerned.
“You can’t be serious?”
“You deserve someone who can take care of you.”
“You have taken care of me.”
“Look, if there is one thing that Samuel Seabury can do that I cannot is guarantee that you are happy.”
“He’s an idiot for believing the King’s lies, he can’t make me happy! I love you, Alex and you make me happy.” I argued and he looked at me tiredly.
“Sometimes love isn’t enough.”
“How can you say that?” I asked him, close to tears. He winced and he hugged me tightly.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I just-”
“You just what, Alexander? Is there something you’re not telling me?”
“I met someone.”
“Her name is Eliza Schuyler.”
“The winter ball.”
The last time he wrote to me it was two weeks ago and as much as I hated it, I was practically using all of my waking hours just to wait for his response. Tonight though… tonight was different. I read the letter over again, feeling my lips curl up.
“My dearest, Y/N
I hope that this letter finds you soon for I have so much to tell you. On January the 5th, a ball held for the soldiers will be hosted and I would love if you were to be my plus one to the event, seeing as how we are lovers.
I would love if you were to show up since these letters don’t do your voice justice, as I’m sure that the letters I write you don’t do justice either. I would also love the opportunity to finally introduce you to General Washington, someone who I have told you a lot about but I’m afraid me describing him as the only person who can calm me down doesn’t do justice to him either
My love, I can’t wait to see you again.
Yrs. Truly, A. Ham xx”
The night went by in a blur and I had only seen Alexander twice, once by Angelica Schuyler’s side and the other by Eliza Schuyler’s side. But I knew that he didn’t care for them and that he would make his way to my side evantually.
“I was there. I was there and I watched you fall in love with her… why the hell did you even bother inviting me to the stupid ball anyway?”
“I didn’t plan on things ending like this.”
“You didn't… you just grew bored of me… is that it?”
“I’m so sorry for Eliza. Truly because you can never be satisfied, can you? Goodbye Alexander.”