So I've been debating on how to warm you if there's smut, (or not to warm you at all xD). I have finally made my decision.

!!!=Smut
!!=Angst
!=fluff

Anyways, continuing with the story.

Johns POV

Alexander has been writing non stop for days. His eyes have created shady bags underneath, and all he craves is coffee. I'm so tired of having to repeatedly beg him to come sleep with me, and I'm pissed that he always rejects, always telling me 'I'll be there soon'.

This isn't the Alexander that I married. The Alexander that I loved would always come back to bed, and we'd cuddle like no tomorrow. The Alexander that I loved would always look me in the eye, and tell me he loved me, and I would always tell him the same. This Alexander, is a workaholic that never sleeps with me, never cuddles anymore, never brings me out to watch cheesy movies, and never bothers to take some time out of his day to say he loves me.

So... I'm giving this one last try. I slowly walk up to Alexander's work room, and open the door. I watch as he continues writing, showing no care of my presence.

"Alexander, come back to sleep." I tiredly ask. He grumbles and continues writing. "Alex.." I hear him let out a small sigh. "I'll be there in a fe-" I interrupt him by corrupting into tears.

"No Alex! I'm sick and tired of your 'Ill be there later' shit! When was the last time you told me you loved me? Huh!" I scream in frustration, tears spilling from my eyes. Alexander tightly grips his pencil and quietly replies, "John..." Furiously, I grabbed the nearest thing to my side which, fortunately for Alex, was a stuffy he got me for our 1st anniversary, and threw it as hard as I could at the bag of his head.

Alexander winces as the stuffy let's out a loud thud while hitting him roughly on his head. "John, what the fuck." He growls in an irritated voice. He turns around to face me with anger in his eyes.

I felt my face getting heated up with anger. The damn bitch was mad at me?!? Tears flood my eyes as I let out a loud huff before yelling in his face.

"YOU DAMN FOOL! HOW DID I FALL IN LOVE WITH A HEARTLESS WORKAHOLIC LIKE YOU?" I start raising my voice. A whole new person was taking over me. This wasn't the kind and patient John anymore. No. This was the pissed, irritated, and angry John. "EVERY NIGHT AND DAY I ASK YOU TO TAKE A BREAK. EVERY. FUCKING. TIME. AND YET YOU IGNORE ME LIKE IM SOME PIECE OF SHIT. GOD DAMMIT ALEX! YOUR NOT THE GUY I FELL IN LOVE WITH. THE ONLY PERSON YOU EVER SEEM TO TALK TO IS ELIZA AND THE PEOPLE AT YOUR JOB!"

He grimaced at the mention of Eliza. Oh, I see bitch. The realization hit me like a fucking truck.

"Y-you... WERE HANGING OUT WITH ELIZA?" How could I have been so blind? All those lonely nights, wondering where he went, asking his co-workers only to find out he wasn't at work. "John, it was an act of political-"

"HAH. SHIT!" I 'happily' laugh. Clutching roughly at my hair as I fall to my knees, I let out a squeaky laugh. "I'm so blind..." Alex opens his mouth to say something, but quickly shuts it. "IM SO FUCKING BLIND!" I yell out, more aggressively then last time, while banging my fists on my floor.

I sob, shaking as I stand up, only to find Alex in tears as well. "John- please, I'm so sorry..." He whimpers. I glare at him with my soaked eyes. He carefully reaches his hand out, but I slap it away.

"So you found a place where the grass is greener." I sarcastically choke out. "And then you jumped the fence to the other side." I start pacing around the room, hugging myself for dear life. "Is it good?" I turn on my heel to face him. "Is she giving you a world I could never provide?"

Alexander was now flooding with tears, but I showed no care as I continued. "Well I hope your proud of your big decision!" I sob out, picking the stuffy that I threw at him. "Yeah, I hope it's all that you want and more." I let out a small angry laugh as I rip it's head off. Alex looks at me with a terrified look.

"Now your free!" My mind floods with memories at the homophobic people who would always glare at us as we held hands in the mall. "From the agonizing life you were living before!"

I aggressively pull the wedding ring off my finger and threw it in the nearby trash. "Good for you." I growl while slamming the door shut.

As I storm down the stairs, I hear another pair of steps following behind. "Wait!" Alexander cries out, clutching on my left shoulder trying to stops. I slap his hand off and reach for my car keys. "I've waited long enough." I mutter, as I wipe my tears off.

Alexander slumps to the ground, looking at me with pleading eyes. "John! I'm so sorry! Please! Stay!" He begs, grasping onto my hands. I scoff at his actions. I squat down to his level and lift his chin up to make eye contact. "You know what your feeling right now Alex? That's how I felt every time you told me that you'll be there in a few minutes, yet you never come. That's how I felt every time you told me you'd be home late only to find out you were off and fucking Eliza." I return to my standing position.

"I bid you adieu, Alexander. I hope Eliza treats you right." Were the last words I said to him before walking out.

I hear his loud sobs as I slam the door and lock it. My tears return as thoughts of leaving the love of my life come rushing in like a hurricane. But he betrayed me, so it's only for the best. I can't keep letting my self get hurt like that.

I sniff as I enter my pitch black car. Now that I think of it, I had no where else to turn. Except...

*Time skip brought to you by the tears of my enemies~~~~*

Knock knock knock

I tap my knuckles on the oak door of Lafayette and Hercules' house. Anxiously, I pat my foot on the ground, praying to god that they were there. I hear soft footsteps before the door opened to reveal a large muscular, tan man with fluffy hair tied up in a bun. "John, Mon ami, what are you doing here?" Lafayette tiredly rubs his eyes. "Yeah dude, and in like, 11pm." Another tall buff man with a bandana wrapped around his head said.

Third POV

After their exhausted eyes adjusted, they realized John had tears streaming down. "John! Who the fuck did this?" Hercules panicked, going full on father mode. Lafayette picked John up bridal style inside and brought him to the couch.

John let out a few sobs before explaining what happened.

"Merde." Lafayette growled under his breath. "I swear, once I see zat bastard, Je vais Le tuer." The upset freckled boy looked up at him in confusion, so did Hercules, for they didn't understand French.

"Lafayette, babe, English please." Hercules lightly chuckled, while wrapping an arm around his boyfriend. John looked down in pain, remembering the times when he had called Alexander babe. In fact, he had called him many things. For example; Precious, Peaches, Cutie Pie, Roasting Cinnamon bun, Kinky Fucker, Da- never-mind. You get the idea.

Hercules looked down at him and saw a few stray tears fall down. He then cupped Johns cheeks and used his thumb to wipe away the plum sized tears. "Don't worry, John. You deserve someone better." Hercules cooed while embracing John, who was still laying Lafayette's arms. Laf then lifted both of them up into a big bear hug with John in the middle.

They spent the rest of the night cuddling until all of them gradually fell asleep.

Alexander POV

Nononoononononononono. I sob uncontrollably as I see the love of my life leave from my sight, while slamming the door. What have I done?

I didn't mean to cheat on John, and I didn't mean to get Eliza pregnant (PLOT TWIST BITCHEEEEEZ). But at that time, it just felt so right, with her in those hot blue lace under garments. Yet, that's not excuse. I have committed the worse sin known to man kind... and to think that my loving John had to go through that.

I roughly pull at my hair as my mind replays what John had told me. "When was the last time you said you loved me?" That hit me hard. To be honest, I really didn't know. I felt so filthy for hurting such a pure and caring guy like John. My eyes start flooding as I cry, hugging my knees tightly to my chest on the floor.

What the heck did I do?

Angsts shit, eh? XD. Also, the translation up there is;

I will kill him.

Wow, really dark Large Baguette. Anyways, my Christmas sucked so bad that my Chrysler spirit has been de-jingled.

So for our secret Santa at school, I got a regifted 'rainbow fairy book; Chelsea the Congratulations fairy' and my parents didn't even bother to get me anything. And all I got is 70$. Yeah, not even any Hamilton MERCH.

*Cries*

Wellp, Merry Christmas and a Happy New year!
(Don't be a bitch like Alexander!)

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