Bad Day Blues
Prompt: ANONYMOUS: If requests are a thing and you somehow manage to find sparetime…poly!hamilsquad x reader where the reader has a chronic pain disease (think Ehlers Danlos syndrome or lupus or whatever you want) and hamilsquad taking care of reader during bad pain day? (If not your thing then that’s cool, love your writing!)
Pairing: Poly!Hamilsquad X Reader
TW: mentions of chronic pain, Lupus disease, gay sex-not detailed but mentioned, fluff???
A/N: Hey guys! Sorry this took so long for me to write! I’m really excited about this piece, so thank you to the anon that requested it! I did some research on this disease, and I tried my best to accurately portray it, but I do not have these disease, therefore I cannot 100% accurately portray it or begin to understand how it feels to have this. Please, if something is inaccurate, let me know so that I can fix it. Please! I love y'all a bunch! I hope you enjoy it!
Word Count: 2034
Right from the start, you knew it was going to be a bad day. You felt like you hadn’t slept in days. Was this how Alex always felt? Your joints and muscles were stiff and sore, and you knew that today would be futile. You couldn’t help it; you teared up. It wasn’t anything new. You’d been living with Lupus since you were twelve, but the bad days still felt fresh. You were frustrated with your disease. You felt like you couldn’t win. Every day, it felt like the same struggle. It was never going to get better. It would never go away. Angry tears slipped down your cheeks, and you sniffled, snuggling into the crook of John’s neck. The movement ached, but you worked through it. You always had to. It was always something. John groaned and rolled over, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer, causing you to grunt in pain. His eyelids fluttered open at the sound, and he immediately focused on the tears that fell down your cheeks.
“Sugar, what’s wrong?” His southern drawl was thick with sleep as he slipped a hand up to caress your cheek. He brushed your tears away with his thumb.
“Bad day,” you whispered to him, and he bit his lip. He nodded in understanding, and then he pecked you on the forehead. He carefully moved out of Lafayette’s hold on him and separated his legs from the tangle they were in with Alex’s. Once he was out of the tangle, he gently shook awake Lafayette. Laf was a doctor at the local hospital, and although he was not a rheumatologist, he did know the basics.
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In a wild turn of events, it turns out I actually have lupus. Go figure. Anyway, today is a bad day and it reminded me of this fic.


















