#you’re a good egg anon and i am *willing* the week ahead to be good to you 🥺💕

[ofmermaidstories]

hi merms! i hope this doesn't come across as weird or anything. i'm a student stuck at home in a less than ideal living situation and am kind of going through a hard time. your blog just brings me so much joy and i scroll through it at the end of every day because your little updates and doodles have such a warm presence. it's just very lovely and comforting and i wanted to thank you for being a sort of safe harbor.

Oh Anon. I’m sorry; it’s hard when you don’t have immediate options. ☹️ They will come, eventually, but in the meantime you are doing so well. It’s not easy to stay afloat!!! And sometimes we have to because if we don’t it makes things worse but I think you are doing wonderfully, even if it doesn’t feel like it. You’re so clever for doing school!!!! It might be a hard slog but those options it will give you—they will be golden. 🥺 And I hope they mean nothing but freedom. 🌷

In the meantime, my little love, would you like some inane prattling? It’ll be like we’re facetiming, kinda!!! I guess it’s super one-sided though but uh… let’s pretend anyways. I actually fell asleep last night watching a tiktok live (lmfao) of someone just walking around their city—it was so relaxing, but the next thing I knew I was waking up at like, 2am and the live had ended and tiktok had scrolled me onto a foreign news… channel streaming?

Speaking of tiktok: I saw a really interesting video about someone talking about Mariah Carey re-releasing this secret soft-grunge album she made in the 90s? She’d spend her days like, recording her pop album—the money maker—and then spend her nights with a handful of people writing and recording the grunge album and I dunno—I really admire that! Like, beyond admiring Mariah in general for just being an artist, it’s fascinating hearing about people like—burning the candle at both ends in the pursuit of something creative, you know? I kinda touched on this in my last ask, I guess, but it’s such a luxury to be able to do that (in a way—Mariah was eventually found out by her record company and her controlling husband, neither of which wanted her to make or release that album, so then she got a friend to do the vocals for it and released everything super secretly, like that). But beyond Mariah’s specific case, it’s just—I dunno. I admire the drive to do whatever you need to make that one thing that’s eating away at you. Writing before work, during it if you can—after, when you should be making dinner or sleeping. Humans are so funny. I love it so much (sometimes).

I got the two books I had on hold at the library out, today! I wore my romance novels t-shirt, which was unintentional, but hey at least it was thematic. The problem is is that I think I have been too optimistic about my willingness to devote time to reading, LOL. Where did this hunger come from??? Oh my gosh, no, Anon, listen—if you could do one thing without failing, one thing that would work out perfectly, what would you do? Because I was thinking about this today, right, when I was in the library and looking at books and mulling over how I would answer your ask and I think I would run a little bookshop. Booktok is a plague but it’s also shown that if you give people a genuine community where they can like—talk about things they like (or don’t) and recommend stuff to each other, it like, just seems to remind people, and introduce people, of/to the wonders of reading??? And if I knew I could run a little business without it like tanking and taking me with it, then—I’d have a little bookshop!!! Just a tiny one!!!! Order enough of the popular titles to bring in people, and then throw in some newer authors that sound fun, and then some obscure things. And have romances novels—so many!!!

We have a little bookstore in town and sometimes I like to pop in and browse it—the woman that works there is very sweet. She wrote and self-published a book about how much she loves her horses! But we always chat (she always asks me about the book that I was writing, when I first met her—although I’ve updated her to the fact that we’re writing anime-boyfriend fanfic now LMAO), and about a month or so ago I was in there and she was like, “Don’t panic, but I have to close the shop because I’ve promised next door that I would work their til for them, so I’m going to close the door and if you need me, or you wanna leave, just come through the closet!”

The closet, it turns out, is this actual, teeny tiny skinny silver of space—behind a bookcase. You just pull the bookcase forward and viola! There’s a little corner corridor that leads into the toy shop next door. It’s absolutely magical. I was completely euphoric—I had an entire bookstore to myself, for as long as I wanted: just me and all those books, and then when I left I opened a secret passage that let me into the toy store next door. Like!!!! It was delightful. It makes me laugh. I love knowing that it’s there. I love that little shop. It has a little table in the middle of the store with a vase of flowers, where they arrange books for display and the whole place is brightly lit and behind the counter they have a rack of wrapping paper. 🥺

I dunno, Anon. 🥺 If I could make things easier for you, I would. The very least that any of us is owed is safety and security and a place to thrive. You’re doing well, Anon. And this won’t be forever, no matter what the hardest days try to tell you otherwise. 🥺 You are doing well and you are okay and if you want something silly to distract you then I will do the same thing for you that I’m doing for our other Anon, beforehand—I’ll save up whatever fun or thought-provoking thing I can find and bring them to the table for our pseudo video-chats. 🌷📱💕

[isntthisenoughwhatwouldbeenough]

Back To You (PolyHamilsquad x reader)

A/N: Hello Lovely Wonderful People! Guess who FINALLY started her requests! THIS GIRL!! I’m so sorry this took so long for me to get out. Life threw through a loop recently and a million things seemed to be happening all at once, constantly. But, I am back and writing! I’m going to try to get out the rest of the requests by this week, if not for sure by next week! To the Anon who requested this, I’m so sorry this took so long. I hope this is what you wanted or at least close. If you would like a rewrite, please let me know! Oh and just fore warning, there’s some super cheesy parts, but I couldn’t help myself :) I enjoyed writing this, and I hope you enjoy reading it! As always, I hope you all have a wonderful day or night! Thank you so much for reading!

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@juicy-juicehypotenuse (You wanted to be tagged, I’m sorry this took so long. I hope you enjoy!)

Request: “Poly!Hamilsquad x reader with a reader who gets into a horrible car crash and she suffers major injuries and a small amount of brain damage and the stress and shock from the accident kinda causes her to regress into a childlike state of mind to cope with the accident and the boys have to take care of her and it’s quite stressful (she throws fits and tantrums and she acts like a child basically would)

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It was a beautiful Sunday morning when you decided to surprise the boys with a huge breakfast spread of pancakes, waffles, eggs, bacon, sausage, the whole enchilada. You quickly realized that you needed to make a trip to the store before you could properly start anything. You quietly got ready and smiled at all of your lovers cuddled together, the scene before you warming your heart.

You made sure to leave a note just in case, so they wouldn’t freak out (it had happened once before, so you always made sure to let them know where you were going if it was out of the blue). And then you made your way to the store.

You’re about to turn when another car, not paying attention to traffic, speeds into the drivers side of your car. You barely have enough time to see it colliding into you before your sent into a spin and crash into the traffic light pole. Your head hurts, your entire body does, it’s hard for you to breathe, as a darkness starts to consume you, you see your boys, and then the darkness has you.

. . .

The boys wake up twenty minutes after you’ve left, John being the first to stir. He snuggles into Alex and leans back into Laf, realizing your soft body should be there. He lifts his head searching the room for you. Alex wakes up once he feels Johns movement.

“Are you awake already?” he says lazily rubbing his eyes. “Go back to sleep,” he yawns wrapping his arm around Johns waist.

“(Y/N) isn’t here,” John says sounding disappointed, you loved Sunday morning cuddles.

“What do you mean?” Alex says, his eyebrows furrowed as he sits up.

“She’s not in bed and a pair of her shoes are missing.”

“Hmm,” Alex exhales as he reaches for his phone, seeing no messages. “There’s not a text message from her, did she text you?”

Alex hands John his phone, he looks at it and sees no message, he shakes his head. Laf and Herc start to wake up as well yawning and stretching.

“What is going on, mes amours?” Laf sleepily asks.

He nuzzles into a smiling Herc, who wraps his arms around him.

“(Y/N) is gone,” Alex says his voice slightly worried.

“She probably just went to the bathroom,” Herc says trying to calm his two other lovers.

John shakes his head in firm disagreement.

“Her shoes are gone, and there’s no other sound in the house.”

“Have you checked the rest of the house?” Laf asks. Both Alex and John shake their heads.

“Well, let’s take a look see, so you can calm your nerves,” Herc says, lightly touching Johns arm.

They all get out of bed spreading out across the three bedroom home you shared. When they can’t seem to find you, they all feel a sense of dread fill their stomachs.

“I guess she really is gone,” Herc says his eyebrows furrowed.

“She always leaves us a note!” Laf exclaims remembering your promise years ago.

They immediately look around for a note and John finds it on the kitchen counter.

“I found it,” he says, the boys walking over to him reading the note over his shoulder.

Good Morning my dearest loves,

No need to panic, just went to the store to pick up some breakfast supplies be home soon! And be ready for a breakfast feast, I’m going all out! :)

All my love, (Y/N)

They all breathe a collective sigh of relief and laugh a little at themselves, though they’re relieved to find your note, they can’t shake a feeling of unease.

They decide to watch TV while they wait for your return….an hour passes and you still haven’t come home.

John speaks up first, always the one to worry most.

“Its been an hour let’s try giving her call,” he says picking up his phone, the boys watch as it rings, and rings, and rings, until John gets your voicemail.

He looks at each of them panic starting to set in. Herc wraps his arm around him and rubs soothing circles on his back.

“Everything is fine babe, there might be a lot of people at the store and there’s always a lot of traffic,” trying to convince himself as much John.

“He is right mon amour,” Laf says stroking his hair, “I’m sure our petite colombe will be home soon.”

Alex smiles in reassurance, but turns to look at the door almost willing you to walk through on his command.

As the minutes turned into another hour, they all grow increasingly anxious. Each one of them glancing at the door every few seconds waiting for you to walk through with arms full of groceries smiling brightly at them. But, with each passing minute their stomachs sank lower and lower.

“Maybe we should go look for her,” Herc finally suggests, knowing you should be home now and that he should be able to wrap you in his arms.

“Let’s try giving her a call again,” Laf says picking up his phone, but as he’s about to call, Hercs phone rings.

“Hello?”

The boys watch as Hercules face crumbles into one of panic and pain from the phone call.

“Is she alright?”, he asks, silence in the air as the boys wait with baited breath.

“Okay, thank you,” he says motioning for Alex to grab the keys, “we’ll be right there.”

“What’s going on, mon cher?” Laf worriedly asks.

“She’s been in an accident,” he pauses taking a breath, looking at each of his lovers, “a bad accident, she’s in the ICU right now.”

Their hearts all seem to sink at once, instant tears rise in Johns eyes and Laf wraps an arm around him in comfort. They gather what they need and make their way to the hospital.

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They immediately make their way to the nurses station. Alex being the first one there, walking quickly ahead of the others.

“We’re here for (Y/N) (L/N), is her condition any better? Can we see her? We’re family, she’s our family. Please, can we see her, we need to see her,” he rushes out, taking the nurse off guard.

The boys are now by his side, Hercules placing a calming hand on Alex’s shoulder.

“We’re here for (Y/N) (L/N), has there been any update or change in her condition since we were called?”

Herc had always done well in situations of panic, always remaining calm and level headed. At this moment it was becoming rather difficult, thinking of you in any pain or harm at all made him ache all over. But he knew he had to stay calm and strong for his other lovers, just as worried about you.

“I’m afraid she’s still in ICU, the doctor will be with you shortly,” she says giving them a sympathetic smile and pointing towards the waiting area.

The four sit in the uncomfortable chairs and anxiously wait for the doctor to arrive. After what feels like hours, the doctor appears in front of the group. Alex immediately stops pacing, listening to the doctor intently.

“Hello, I’m Dr. Reeves, and I’ve been taking care of Ms. (L/N),” he says with a small smile, looking down at his chart.

“You’re the next of kin, I presume.”

“Yes, sir,” Herc replies shifting in his seat.

“How is she?” “Well, unfortunately she’s been banged up quite a bit,” from the corner of his eye Hercules can see Alex bite his tongue at the doctors choice of words.

“She has two broken ribs, three bruised ribs, a broken leg, a bruised collar bone and,” he pauses taking a breath, “minor brain damage.” “Brain damage?” John brokenly whispers. “Will she remember who we are?”

“Yes, she should, but she may be forgetful, and she also might revert back to childlike behavior.”

“What do you mean childlike behavior,” Alex asks his brows furrowed.

“Because of the trauma she’s suffered, her brain, right now, is processing things the way a child would. For instance if a child doesn’t get their way, they can throw a fit and scream and cry, until their calmed.” He explains looking at each of the men. “She may throw fits, become incredibly shy, or adventurous, curious. She may ask a lot of questions, just like a child would.”

“How long does that last, doctor?” Laf asks his hand in Hercs and his arm around John.

“Anywhere from a few months to a couple of years,” he says.

The boys sit there silently lost in their thoughts.

“She will come back to her normal self eventually and the better care she’s in, the faster the recovery,” he says reassuringly.

“Can we see her? Please?” John begs just wanting to be near you, to see you breathing.

“I apologize, I forgot to mention earlier she’s in a medically induced coma, you can see her but she’ll be out for a few days.”

The boys nod in understanding, and the doctor leads them to your room. As they enter, the tears John fought so hard to hold in his eyes, rolled down his cheeks. Their hearts crumble at the sight of you.

You’re bruised all over, you’re bandaged nearly everywhere, there’s wires and tubes connected to your arms and face. You look so severely broken, that none of them can hold back their tears.

“I’ll give you some time alone,” the doctor says leaving the room and closing the door.

“Hey, little mama,” Herc says lightly touching your hand, trying to stop his tears and be strong. “We were so worried when you didn’t come home right away,” he wants so badly to touch your face, but is too afraid at the moment.

Lafayette comes to his side placing a hand on his shoulder, tears still running down his cheeks. Herc trades places with him so that he can be by your side for a moment.

“Mon petite colombe, mon ange, it hurts me to see you this way,” he says taking your limp hand in his and placing a soft kiss there. “Don’t you worry, mon ange, we’ll be here every step of the way.”

Alex and John stand in the back, John still softly crying and wandering closer to you. Alex still close to the door an almost hard look on his face, his tears hidden.

“I think I’ll get us some coffee,” Alex says stepping out the door, not able to look at you in such a state.

“Can I sit with her for a bit?” John asks wanting to be near you, half wanting to know you were there, half hoping this was all a horrible dream and he would wake up with you in his arms and snuggled into his neck.

Hercules and Lafayette nod and give him small smiles, leading him to sit by your bed. He laid his hand gently over yours and hated how cold you felt.

“We should ask the nurses for some more blankets, she’s too cold,” he says picking up your hand carefully between his own, trying to warm you.

He wanted to wrap you in his arms, to pepper kisses all over your face, to nuzzle your neck and tickle your ear and hear you giggle. He wanted to look into your eyes, and see you smile. They all did.

“You know what we should do when you’re all better, baby girl,” he says softly kissing your fingers, “we should got to the beach and watch the sunset.”

He smiled remembering when you all had gone when the boys finally weren’t busy. You had laughed so much that day, and you were more affectionate than usual, reveling in having all of them to yourself for a day, no work allowed.

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He had sketched you watching the sky and when you had noticed him watching you intently, you smiled slyly over your shoulder and asked what he was doing. He turned his sketch pad around to show you his drawing. You rose from your place a little ways ahead of him and walked over, looking at the picture he had drawn of you.

Your breath caught at the way he made you look so beautiful. When you looked at him, you saw a blush on his cheeks. You smiled lovingly at him.

“Is this how you see me?” you ask, running your fingers around the drawing, being careful not to smudge it.

“What do you mean?” he asks looking confused.

“I seem so,” you take a breath, “so beautiful.”

“You are beautiful,” he states confidently.

You smile at him brightly, before jumping onto his lap and basically tackling him to the ground, placing kisses all over his face. He laughed wrapping his arms around your waist and flipping you over, nuzzling your neck and making you giggle. He looks down at you, admiration and love evident in his eyes, before placing a soft kiss on your lips.

The boys finally notice the two of you and join in your embrace, making some what of a dog pile. All of you rolling in the sand exchanging kisses and laughter.

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“Remember when we all went together?” he asks tears flowing down his cheeks. His head rested on your hand wrapped in his. “I need you to get better soon baby girl, we all do, please come back to us.”

Lafayette wrapped his arms around John, consoling him. Herc hugged them both, just needing the contact as much as they did in that moment.

. . . .

Hours pass and they’re faced with the dilemma of who should stay with you that first night. Hercules offers first, Lafayette saying that he should stay, so they could all rest, John trying to say it should be him, but looking so exhausted that they all agreed he should go home to rest.

“Let me,” Alex finally steps into the conversation. “I’m used to working on low amounts of sleep anyway, and I know I won’t get any rest tonight whether I’m home or not.”

Hercules and Lafayette exchange a look, before agreeing. They each kiss him goodbye and say they’ll be back first thing in the morning.

Alex sits with you, watching your sleeping form. He tries to work a bit, but he can’t focus with you in this condition. Hours pass and the nurses come in and out to check on you.

Not able to stand just listening to the machines beeping constantly, he finally speaks to you.

“I don’t know if you can hear me or not, but I need to fill this silence,” he says picking up your soft hand in his, “and I want to talk to you.”

He smiles at your hand in his, he always loved how perfectly your hand seemed to fit in his, in all of their hands really. You were their missing puzzle piece, without you they were incomplete.

“Do you remember,” he laughs recalling the memory, rubbing light circles on your hand, “that time you couldn’t sleep and I stayed up with you, and we talked and watched movies, and played Super Smash Bros.”

“You fucking dominated, babe,” he says laughing, remembering your playful smirk, your laughter, and how comforted him when he was being a sore loser.

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You had just beat him for the fifth time in a row, and he was becoming more frustrated with every loss.

“How are you even winning?!” he yells, trying his hardest not to throw his controller across the room.

“I’m just that awesome,” you say jokingly, smirking at him while he scoffs and folds his arms over his chest and turning his head away from you.

You laugh silently, shaking your head and smiling. You contain yourself and move towards him on the other side of the couch.

“Babe,” you say sweetly, now seated in the middle, next to him.

He turns away from you more, and you have to stifle your laughter at his childish behavior.

“Baby cakes,” you try again, knowing sweet pet names were his secret weakness. You even notice him perk up slightly, but he stands his ground.

“Sugar pie,” you say in a gentle sweet tone, placing one hand on his knee and the other on his shoulder.

He moves the tiniest bit towards you and your smile grows.

“Honey Bunny,” he chuckles at this one, and you move onto his lap, his arms still folded and head turned away.

“Puddin’,” this receives another laugh, as you kiss his cheek softly and feel his arms loosen.

“My love,” you whisper, smiling as you nuzzle his neck and place a soft kiss there.

Your smile grows when you feel his arms wrap around your waist and him nuzzle you back.

“I’m sorry I’m such a sore loser,” he says into your neck and kissing your shoulder.

“It’s okay,” you say running your fingers through his hair, “you’re my sore loser.”

You laugh as he pulls away, giving you a playful glare. You give him quick kisses all over his face, making him smile within seconds. You squeal as he flips you onto your back.

“You’re so annoying,” he says the love and laughter in his eyes, betraying his words.

You stick your tongue out at him, smiling. He brushes hair out of your face, and traces your cheek with his finger tips.

“Thanks for staying up with me, baby cakes,” you say smiling up at him.

“Anytime, love,” his smile matching yours, as he leans down to place a soft kiss to your lips.

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He feels silent tears run down his cheeks, thinking of the memory. He softly kisses your hand still clasped in his, and places it on his cheek.

“I can’t wait to see you open your eyes, and see your smile, they always make me feel better,” he sighs his eyes closing for a moment, imagining you awake already.

“I love you,” he whispers, placing your hand down on the mattress, but still keeping your hands together.

He finally falls asleep, in the early morning, his mind filled with memories of you.

. . . .

The next morning the boys are thankful to hear that you’re being moved to recovery, and that you should wake up either today or tomorrow.

Hercules takes Alex home to shower and for some rest, while Laf and John stay with you, talking back and forth, and anxiously waiting for you to open your eyes.

When John goes to the restroom, Laf lightly traces the lines on your palm.

“You know what I’m going to do when you wake up?” he says not expecting an answer, but half of him hoping you will.

“I’m going to bake you your favorite cookies, even though it’s not December.”

He laughs, memories of flashing through his mind, before settling on one, he had always held close to his heart.

. .

It was Christmas time, and Laf loved baking different cookies throughout the month of December. On this particular day he was making two of your favorites: double fudge cookies, and the classic sugar cookie.

You wander into the kitchen as makes the sugar cookie dough.

“Can I help?” you ask leaning on the counter.

“Of course, mon ange.”

He gives you the double fudge cookie dough and asks you to scoop out the dough on a cookie sheet. You smile excitedly, grabbing the cookie scooper from the silverware drawer.

“And no eating the cookie dough.”

You look at him offended. You place a hand over your heart.

“Babe,” you say staring at him incredulously. “I would never.”

He stares at you with raised eyebrows, and you can’t hold back your smile. You sigh.

“I promise.”

He smiles and kisses your cheek.

You work side by side and soon the double fudge cookies are done and it’s time for the sugar cookies.

You excitedly watch as he rolls out the dough. He let’s you cut out the cookies, smiling at the pure joy on your face.

They don’t take too long to bake and soon it’s time to ice them. As Laf is coloring the icing, you slyly taste the sweet substance. Laf turns around to see you and you give him a guilty smile.

“I couldn’t help it,” you say biting your lip and shrugging your shoulders.

He shakes his head, but smiles at you. He dips his finger into the icing and taps it onto your mouth.

“Gil,” you laugh out, as he pulls you to him for a kiss, licking off the icing on your lips.

You blush deep red, and he laughs, kissing your forehead. He grabs several piping bags filling them with icing. He grabs one and stands behind you, placing the bag in your hands and moving his hands over yours.

He guides your hands, making pretty designs on all the different shaped cookies. He let’s you try it on your own, although they aren’t as pretty as the ones you did with him, you deem them decent enough.

“These look beautiful, Gil,” you say looking over his perfectly decorated set of cookies.

“Oui, mon ange, you did a good job as well.”

“Not really, but thank you,” you tell him with a small smile.

“Close your eyes,” he says grinning at you.

You look at him confused.

“Just trust me, mon amour. Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

You do as your told and when you feel something placed in your hand, you open your eyes. You smile, seeing a little angel shaped cookie.

“I made it special just for you, it’s you,” he says wrapping his arms around your waist from behind you.

“I love it,” your smile growing wider looking at all the detail he put in.

You turn in his arms and kiss him softly.

“I love you.”

“Je t’aime, mon ange.”

. .

“This time they’ll all be you, a bunch of little angels for mon ange.” He kisses your hand, placing his cheek on top of it.

“Just promise me you’ll give me a kiss in return.”

He smiles, staring at your sleeping form and traces your palm, whispering loving words in French.

. . . .

Herc sends all the boys to get something to eat, wanting them to be cared for, but also wanting to be alone with you.

“Hey little mama,” he says taking your small hand in his, hoping you would reply with a playful, ‘Hey, big poppa.’

He sighs, playing with your fingers a little bit.

“Big Poppa,” he chuckles, remembering the first time you called him that.

. .

It was chilly day in winter Laf, John, and Alex were all off at work, while you had the day off and Herc was working from home. You walked into the office, seeing him hunched over his desk, sketching out different clothing for his new line.

You walk behind him and start rubbing his shoulders, silently reminding him to relax a bit. He sinks into your touch, leaning back into you, as you move your hands up to massage his head. He sighs blissfully, smiling up at you.

“Thanks, little mama.”

You laugh, smiling down at him and caressing his cheek.

“You’re welcome, my darling.”

He turns back to his sketches, looking them over and seeing what he needed to change. “These look great babe.”

“They still need a little work, but thank you.” “Well, I think they’re perfect, but you’re the designer, so I guess it’s your call.” He laughs wrapping an arm around you and bringing you to sit on his lap. You go gladly, your arms going around his neck.

“What are you doing out there?”

“Besides trying my best not to bother you while you’re working?” You say with a thoughtful expression. “Just reading.”

He chuckles at you and kisses your temple.

“I was actually just about to make lunch, and I wanted to see if you were hungry.”

“I’m starving, now that you mention it.”

“I knew it,” you say with a grin. “You have the next fifteen minutes to work on whatever you want and then you’re taking a mandatory break.”

“A mandatory break?”

“Yes,” you nod seriously. “You’ve been in here all morning hunched over this desk, you’re almost as bad as Alex.”

He playfully gasps, looking shocked.

“You didn’t, babe.”

“I sure did, so if you’re not in the kitchen in fifteen minutes, I’ll be calling you Alex Jr for the rest of the day.”

You kiss his cheek and hop off his lap. You walk away, looking back once before with raised eyebrows and mouthing ‘fifteen minutes’. You hear him chuckle and laugh yourself, as you make lunch for both of you.

Exactly fifteen minutes later, he’s next to you in the kitchen.

“Is that mine?” he asks looking at the plate of food in your hands.

You nod with a smile.

“Look at you proving me wrong.”

“I try.”

You both laugh and settle at dining table, eating together and talking back and forth. Once you’re both done, you take your plates to the sink. While, you’re rinsing off the plates, he wraps his arms around you and kisses your shoulder.

“Thank you, little mama.”

You laugh, drying off your hands and turning in his arms.

“You know what? I think I need a nickname for you to go with the one you have for me.”

You think for a moment and your smile widens.

“What?”

“I think Big Poppa, suits you.”

He throws his head back laughing. He looks back at you, picking you up and placing you on the counter.

“I like it when you call me Big Poppa,” he sings while doing a little dance making you giggle.

“Now, we match,” you say smiling at him.

“We match.”

He kisses you softly, and you bury your face in his shoulder, while he held you tightly. You looked from his shoulder and saw snow falling, through the window.

“Its snowing,” you say, pulling away from him. You turn back to him smiling.

“Want to drink hot coco and watch the snow with me?”

“Am I still on break?”

“For at least the next half hour.” You smile up at him.

“I’d love to.”

You hop off the counter and start the hot coco, while Herc grabs a blanket so that you guys could share it. You meet him on the couch and you both face the window. You hand him his hot coco.

“Thanks, little mama.”

“You’re welcome, big poppa.”

You both cuddle on the couch, grinning and watch the snow fall.

. .

“I can’t wait to hear that again, little mama,” he says still lightly playing with your fingers. He stops suddenly, staring intently at your fingers. Your index finger lifts slightly, then your middle, ring, and pinky lift as well. He looks up at your face and sees your eyebrows furrowed, and your head slightly moving from side to side. He sees lick your lips and take a deep breath.

“Hey baby,” he whispers, now up and standing next to your head, looking down at you smiling.

Your eyes slowly start open, you stare up at him, your vision slightly blurry. When it clears and you can see him, you smile for a moment before scrunching up your face in pain.

He immediately calls the nurse and texts the boys. As the nurse checks you over and orders your pain medication, the boys rush up to the recovery ward from the cafeteria.

“Does everything look alright?” Herc asks the nurse.

She smiles and nods at him.

“From what I can see, she’s right on track, maybe even better than expected, but we’ll wait for the doctors full diagnosis. I’ll go call him right now.”

“Thank you,” he says, looking over at you and coming back to your side.

“Hey love,” he says lightly placing his hand around your head. “Do you want anything?”

“Herc,” you croak out in a small voice.

As of reading your mind he reaches for the cup of water the nurse left. He gives you some and you give a sigh of relief.

“Why am I here?” you ask as the boys enter the room.

“Is she okay?”

“Did the doctor check her already?”

“Does she need anything?”

Your head moves in their direction and a small smile appears on your face as you recognize them.

They stand there not fully believing your awake and smiling at them.

“Laf, John, Alex,” you say taking deep breaths, your voice sounds so small, but you’re smiling and their just happy you’re awake and know who they are.

They make their way over to you, Alex and Herc on one side, Laf and John on the other.

“To answer your questions, the nurse says she’s fine, better than expected, the doctor is on his way, and as of right now she doesn’t need anything.”

“Hello, my love.”

“Hey, baby girl.”

“Hello, mon ange.”

You blush at the terms of endearment and try to hide your face.

The boys look at you somewhat bewildered, you’ve always been a little shy, but you’ve never hid away from their nicknames for you.

The doctor finally arrived, everyone turning their attention to him. Herc feels you grab his hand and lean toward him, he looks down at you and sees you looking at the doctor warily.

“Its okay, baby,” he tries to soothe you.

You look up at him with worried eyes, then back at the doctor, before squeezing his hand again.

“I see the child state of mind has set in,” the doctor says looking at his chart, before smiling at you warmly.

“Hello there,” he greets you, keeping his distance. “My name is Dr. Reeves and my job is to help people get better.”

You move slightly away from Hercules, starting to trust the doctor, but you keep a hold on Herc.

“You were in an accident and you got hurt, but I want to help make you all better. Will you let me check you, so I can help make you better?”

You look up at Herc, wanting to make sure it was okay and needing his assurance.

“Its okay, love,” he says to you with an encouraging smile. You turn to the doctor and nod slowly. He does his check up, looking over everything, before nodding in approval and stepping away.

“Everything looks great, you’re healing very well, so far,” he writes some things down on his chart. “May I speak to one of you in the hall, please.”

You immediately have a hold on Herc again not wanting him to go, eyes worried. He puts an arm around you gently and rubs soothing circles on your hand.

“I’ll go,” Alex offers, following the doctor out.

“Is everything okay, is she really healing well?”

“Yes, better than expected, but she will need to stay here for five more days, for testing and observations.”

“You mentioned earlier about her brain damage making her revert to a child state of mind.”

“Yes, we’re going to run some CT scans to make sure there’s no swelling, and that there’s no other problems. I think that she’ll be just fine, and her child state of mind shouldn’t last any longer than a few months,” he smiles looking back down at his chart. “If you’ll excuse me.”

“Thank you, doctor,” Alex says before going back into your room.

When you see him, you seem relieved that he’s back.

“Hey, beautiful girl,” he says smiling at you, you giggle and hide your face in your free hand.

. . . .

They sit with you until you fall asleep, which doesn’t take long because of all your pain medication.

“What did the doctor say?” John asks once you’ve fallen asleep.

“That she’s recovering well, that her child state of mind should only last a few months, and they’re going to keep her here for five more days for tests and observations.”

They sit in silence, watching you sleep, and smiling when they see a small smile appear on your face.

“You don’t think she’ll forget any of us, do you?” John asks looking at each of his partners anxiously.

“I don’t think so,” Hercules shakes his head and gives John a reassuring smile.

“She seems to recognize all of us,” Laf mused. “Her memory might be foggy though.”

“The doctor mentioned that, but with her healing so well,” Alex says, looking at you and then at each of your lovers, “even if she has forgotten about certain things, I think it’ll come back to her pretty quickly.”

. . . .

The next few days come and go quickly, the boys take turns staying with you at night. They notice you seem most comfortable with Alex and Hercules, which John and Laf try not to be hurt by, but it only makes them want to take better care of you.

There was two nurses that you loved to take care of you, Maria and Eliza. They were always kind and gentle with you, which each of the boys appreciated.

It was the day of your discharge and you were excited to go home, but sad you wouldn’t see Eliza and Maria. They both had come to see you before you left, they had grown quite fond of you.

“Hello, sweetie,” Eliza greets you with a warm smile.

“Hey tootsie,” Maria greets you with a grin and a wink.

You smile brightly at each of the women, before opening your arms for a hug. They both come to you and envelop you in their arms. They give the boys their contact information in case they needed help with anything, and explained how to give you your medication and all the side effects you could have.

They both kiss your cheeks and give you one last hug before bidding you goodbye. . . . When you make it home and into your apartment, you look around and little memories flash through your head. You’re immediately tired as you feel your head begin to ache.

You lean into Herc, who wraps an arm around you gently, while you bury your head in his chest.

“What’s wrong honey?” he asks but you just whine into his chest, one of your hands on the side of your head.

“Come on sweetie,” he says picking you up, being careful not to cause you any more pain.

You go without complaint, hiding your face in his neck. He’d be lying if he said that he didn’t like the fact that you needed him or wanted him to care for you. You were usually so independent. You hardly ever let the boys do anything for you.

Laf picked up your medication, and after you woke up from your nap, it was time for your first dose.

You had two different types of pain medication due to your broken bones and head trauma. Hercules brought you your medicine with a bottle of water, after you had eaten.

At first you were willing to take it, but as soon as the powdery taste was on your tongue spit it out. Shaking your head and looking at Hercules like he had just betrayed you.

“You have to take this medicine to make you better sweetie,” he says gently, trying to coax you to take it.

You shook your head, keeping your mouth closed and eyeing him suspiciously.

“Please, love, we want you to get better.”

You cross you arms and turn your head away from him. He sighs and tries again.

“You have to take this medicine sweetie,” he looks at you seriously. “If you don’t take it you won’t get better.” You stand your ground and jerk away when he tries to give it to you again.

“No,” you grumble at him, still looking at him angrily.

Laf comes in to check on you and sees your indignant expression and is confused.

“Is everything okay, mon amour?” he asks Herc, who sighs heavily.

“She doesn’t want to take her medication.”

Laf nods and makes his way to the opposite side of you. You watch him warily, ready to refuse him as well.

“Why won’t you take your medicine, mon chéri?”

You pause for a moment, before resuming your stance. Laf waits for your answer looking at you with kind, gentle eyes. You sigh, loosening slightly.

“It tastes gross,” you mumble petulantly. He nods in understanding, seeming to think for a moment.

“I’ll make you a deal,” he says looking at you seriously, “if you take your medicine I’ll give you something sweet.”

You squint your eyes at him, not really believing he was telling the truth.

“I will, I promise,” he says holding out his pinky.

You stare for a moment, before wrapping your pinky around his and giving him a small smile. He smiles brightly at you and you take your medicine still hesitantly, not wanting taste the chalky pills.

Once you’ve taken both, you look expectantly at Laf, who chuckles and goes to the kitchen to retrieve some cookies. He had made them while you were still in the hospital, one night when he was restless.

As soon as you saw the sweet treat, you lit up. You had a big smile on your face as he placed them in front of you. You whisper a ‘Thank you.’

You look towards Hercules and immediately look down, feeling guilty.

“I’m sorry,” you say glancing at him. He smiles warmly at you and kisses your head.

“Its okay, little mama.”

You giggle and eat your cookies, smiling happily.

. . . .

The next few days are fairly easy, the boys take some time off work to take care of you. You’re fine for the most part, the occasional headache and pain that would make you slightly grumpy.

Unfortunately, after these easy days, you had a really bad day.

You couldn’t sleep the night before and you were incredibly cranky. You refused to take your medicine, and even after they finally got you to take it, you remained difficult.

Alex tried putting on a movie for you, hoping it would make you tired enough to fall asleep. Instead it just seemed to make you more upset. You started yelling, and pounding your hands on the mattress beneath you.

The boys were all shocked and weren’t sure what to do at first. All of sudden John starts to sing. Your ears perk up, catching his voice, as yours lowers and your hands stop flailing.

He continues coming over to sit beside you. You stare at him in slight wonder. You reach your arms out wanting him closer to you, his heart warms at the sight. He smiles and seeing him smile brings a smile to your face as you lean on his shoulder.

He continues to sing to you and soon your asleep in his arms. He looks at his other partners smiling, proud that he was able to calm you down. They each smile sweetly at him, knowing how desperately he had wanted to comfort you these past few days. They leave you both and let him enjoy this moment with you. A few moments later, he’s asleep too.

. . . .

Weeks turn into months, and you have your good and bad days. On your bad days, John sings to you and lulls you to sleep. Alex reads to you animatedly, taking you on different adventures. Laf speaks to you in French, while you giggle at different phrases he says and you even try to learn a few.

Hercules runs his fingers through your hair and rubs soothing circles on your back, and tells you silly jokes.

You heal pretty well within the first two months of your recovery, although your pain still hasn’t completely subsided. Your head trauma looks better with every check up.

You start to come back to your regular self. The boys are so excited when they wake up one morning, and your voice is no longer small and you act like you always had before. They were so relieved, they loved you so much and although they couldn’t help how cute you were, taking care of you in this state was hard.

They were deflated the next day, when you had reverted back. They pushed through supporting each other, and taking care of each other.

You would come in and out of your child state of mind, but you seemed more yourself everyday and the boys couldn’t be more thankful.

Each one of them got to bare witness to different moments you remembered with each of them.

. .

With Hercules it came when your cast was getting taken off. You were on the stupid crinkly paper and you had laid back, waiting for the doctor. He was holding your hand, as you groaned in frustration. You wanted this cast off already.

“It’ll be off soon enough, little mama,” he says kissing your hand.

The memory though fuzzy, comes to the forefront of your mind.

“Just keep holding my hand big poppa,” you say, smiling at him.

He looked at you, shock evident in his face. You hadn’t called him that since before the accident.

“What?”

“You haven’t called me that in a while.”

You catch a tear coming from his eye.

“Babe,” you say, caressing his cheek.

“I’m sorry,” he says trying to wipe his tears away, feeling silly. It was just a silly nickname, but he hadn’t realized how much he missed it.

“Hey,” you say getting him to look at you. “Its okay,” you smile sweetly. “You’ve always been my great protector,” you whisper, looking at him lovingly. “You had to be so strong for everyone,” you say knowingly. He nods, not meeting your eyes.

“You don’t always have to be so strong, you know. Remember we can be your rock to.” You wait for him to meet your eyes and smile softly at him. “Okay, big poppa?”

He nods again with a smile, resting his forehead against yours and kissing you softly.

“I will, little mama.”

. . . .

With John it happened one night he had come home from work exhausted a full three months after your accident. You were sitting on the couch, watching tv, when he came in and flopped down next to you.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You ask, turning towards him, brushing a stray hair from his face.

“Really long day,” he mumbles, leaning into your touch.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

He shakes his head and leans into your shoulder.

“Here,” you say grabbing pillow and putting it on your lap.

You motion for him to lay down. He does, resting his head on your lap, facing your stomach. You gently pull out his hair tie and run your fingers through his hair. He groans and buries his face in your stomach. You giggle lightly, continuing to massage his scalp.

“I missed this,” he mumbles into your stomach.

“Getting head massages?”

“Just being with you, I mean you, you,” he says looking up at you. “I’m just glad you’re back.”

You smiled at him, and his words circled around in your head, and you laughed lightly. He looked at you confused.

“What?”

“You asked me to come back to you in the hospital,” you say, caressing his face. You brushed your thumb under his eyes, the memory becoming clearer.

“You were crying, too,” you say your face becoming sad. “You were so upset.”

“You can remember that?” he says sitting up, looking into your eyes, intently. You nod.

“I’m sorry I worried you so much.”

“Its not your fault,” he shakes his head, gently grabbing your face and kissing you slowly.

You smile at him when he pulls away.

“By the way, when are you taking me back to the beach?”

He laughs, kissing you again.

“Anytime you want baby girl.”

. . . .

With Laf and Alex it happened all at once. They both had the day off and although you had come back to yourself the boys were still worried, so they kept a close eye on you.

You were taking a nap, when they came in to wake you up for lunch. They came on either side of you, nuzzling your neck. You start stir and when you become aware of your two lovers you begin to giggle.

“I’m awake!” you squeal, as they start tickle you.

“Come on, petit colombe, lunch is ready and if we let you sleep all day, you won’t get any sleep tonight.”

“Alex can stay up with me and let me beat him at smash bros, again,” you say, smiling up at Alex.

He looks at you shocked for a moment then smiles back at you.

“You need to sleep petit colombe,” he says brushing hair away from your face, “or else you get grumpy.”

“You said that I was an angel, while I was sleeping, so I’m never really grumpy,” you say smirking up at him.

He laughs, nodding his head.

“This is true, mon ange,” he says kissing your cheek. “Now, please get up.”

“Can’t I sleep a little bit longer,” you beg, looking at both of them pleadingly.

They look at each other and smirk, before jumping on each side of you and rubbing their beards on your cheeks.

You try to squirm away but they hold you in place.

“Okay! Okay!” you laugh out. “I’ll get up.” They stop and smile at you before helping you up. You walk out of the room, turning back to look at them with slightly sour expression.

“Big bullies,” you mumble, as you make your way to the kitchen with them chuckling behind you.

. . . .

Six months have gone by and you finally feel completely back to normal. The only thing different is the boys, they’re pretty much the same, but now they watch you so closely.

They hardly let you do anything yourself. You understood, of course. The first three months of your recovery you needed them to do nearly everything for you.

But as time wore on they were still adamant about doing things for you. They had given you a little freedom, though. They let you make yourself food, although you couldn’t make dinner or any meal, it was deemed as too much for you to handle. You could shower alone, but not for long periods of time because they would check on you incessantly. You could walk around without them hovering, but you couldn’t be left alone for too long either.

To say you were getting slightly frustrated was an understatement. You had to remind yourself that they were just worried about you, and that they had gotten used to taking care of you. And you actually found it incredibly sweet that they were so attentive. But, it was time that they saw that you could do things on your own. Maybe you couldn’t drive anywhere because it still freaked you out, but you could do everything else.

So, here you were on Saturday morning determined to make the supreme breakfast you had wanted to make that day. When you went to the kitchen and started taking out everything you needed, noticing you were well stocked in breakfast supplies. Your heart ached for a moment knowing the boys each took turns shopping, and made sure there was everything needed to make breakfast.

You knew they were afraid of it happening again, not only to you, but any of them. You shake the thought from your head, and set out to make the ultimate breakfast feast.

Alex is the first to wake up this time, snuggling into John and looking where you usually sleep. When he sees your spot empty, he sits up right away scanning the room for you and looking towards the bathroom. John wakes up next and instantly realizes your gone and his stomach sinks. He looks at Alex and wakes up Laf and Herc.

“What’s wrong, mon cher?”

“(Y/N)’s not here.”

They all get up instantly and in their haste don’t smell the scents coming from the kitchen. Once they see you, standing in the kitchen in an apron with flour on your cheek, they stop and stare at you.

You look up from the blueberry pancakes, noticing their stare.

“Good morning, my loves,” you say smiling brightly at them. All at once they rush over to you, each of them holding you tightly in a small huddle.

“Umm, guys the pancakes are gonna burn.”

They release you and you take the pancake off the pan and turn back to them.

“Is everything okay?” you ask they each look at you intently.

“You weren’t there when we woke up,” John says sadly.

Your heart sinks. The last time they woke up with you gone, you had gotten hurt.

“I’m sorry,” you say, hugging each of them. “I just,” you sigh, “I just wanted to show you that it’s okay let me do things on my own. That I’m more than capable of doing things on my own.”

“I know all of you are just watching over me and I appreciate it and love you so much for it. But, I need you to understand that I need to able to do things on my own.” You purse your lips, you eyes pleading with them to understand.

“We have been a little much,” Herc says nodding.

“Its just we got so used to taking of you, mon ange.”

“It got kind of hard to just stop,” Alex says taking your hand in his.

“I know,” you squeeze his hand, and smile lovingly at each of your boys.

“Can we please help you with breakfast, baby girl?” John asks, eyes pleading. “Because you asked so nicely,” you say smiling as he comes to hug your side. You kiss him sweetly, and your three lovers protest.

“I didn’t get a kiss,” Alex says first.

“I did not receive the honor, mon ange.”

“Me neither, little mama.”

You gasp playfully going to each of them and kissing them as sweetly as you did John.

You each make a different part of your ultimate breakfast and when everything is done, you sit at the table and enjoy it together. You look at each of your lovers laughing and talking, and you’re so thankful that you get to love them and that they love you.

“Everything okay, love?” Herc asks you lightly touching your knee.

You smile at him and hold his hand.

“I’m just happy to be back.”