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It was a rough day. Very rough. Your temple throbbing from the discomfort the day had brought. But it was over now, and just the evening was left. And you desperately wanted to be alone, left to your own devices to just simmer and mull things over.
You angrily grab your house keys, attempting to insert it into the key hole, and failing, the ring of keys dropping to the ground. You grumble, bending down, silently cursing to yourself before trying again.
Finally, the lock clicks, and you turn the knob, opening the door. Stepping in, your space is within moments invaded by your five boyfriends.
“HEYYYY, HOUSE HOMIEEEEE!!” The usual loud choir calls out to you, and you sigh, exasperated.
“Not now. I need some time to myself.” Curt and to the point, you brush past the Hanks, quite roughly at that, beelining for the bedroom. Your old bedroom. You close the door, flopping onto the bean bag chair you left in here for when you or one of the Hanks needs a place to cool their heads off with the mattress no longer in here.
You sink into its plush surface, grabbing the blanket on the floor and wrapping yourself in it. You hear a soft knock on the door.
“Babe…? Everything okay?” You hear Hank 5 call out to you. Sighing in frustration, you begin to sit up, facing the door.
“JUST GO AWAY!!!”
You hear some shuffling followed by the soft slow groaning and creaking of your staircase until it is silent. Tears begin to well into your eyes as you stand, rushing into the bathroom.
You watch your reflection, the tears streaming down your face, face twisting into a harsh sob as you wail.
You didn’t mean to snap at them, at Hank 5. Everything was just too much. And you know they care they’re just always at an 11 no matter what.
Why did I snap like that?
You can’t shake the question off you, sniffling and beginning to calm down somewhat. You glance over your shoulder towards the room you normally sleep in with the Hanks, your old gym room, spotting a sheet of paper on the floor. You kneel down to grab it, turning it over, and gasping softly before letting out a hitched laugh.
The Hanks collectively doodled themselves on it, along with a message in varying colors, matching their own, with the words “We love you, House Homie!” Clutching the paper close to your heart, you cautiously open the door where the doodle came from, sniffling softly.
They’re all gathered in the sheets, in their lounging around T-shirts and sweat pants, eyes all on you now. They don’t make any sudden movements, like deer stuck in headlights, as they watch your every move.
Using the back of your unoccupied hand, you wipe some of the tears away from your face, exhaling softly.
“I’m… sorry for my outburst… I was having a bad day and took it out on you… and…” Your voice begins to quiver, the guilt simmering with the embarrassment of the whole situation. But Hank 5 gently takes hold of your wrist, pulling you into an embrace, his hands moving to hold you at the small of your back and your shoulder blades. He turns his head, pressing a soft kiss to your damp cheek before parting as you sniffle.
Taking your hand into his, he guides you over to the rest of the Hanks, all of their hands outstretched towards you to pull you in for a big group hug. You are settled next to Hank 3 as Hank 5 nestles in next to you. Rubbing your back, combing through your hair, wiping away your tears, their hands work together to soothe you into a calm.
Once the tears have stopped, you only have the energy to rest on them, wrapped in all their embraces, piled on top of one another. The warmth, the tender touch, their scent, everything soothes you, peeling away the layers of negativity you had been consumed in.
“How you feelin’, baby? Want something to eat?” You hear Hank 1’s voice. You give a small nod, the pile beginning to shift. You watch as he heads out the door and down the stairs. The TV flicks on, and the channel flips until it lands on one of your favorites. All of you watch what’s on until Hank 1 returns with a food tray with a few of your favorites, along with a bowl of your favorite ice cream.
They help you to sit up, continuing to massage your body even as you slowly eat. When you finish, Hank 1 and Hank 2 go downstairs, the sink running and the clatter of dishes heard. Once they’ve returned, you all snuggle up under the sheets, still in their warm embrace, heart filled with love and happiness.
“Hey, guys? Thank you… You were still so kind to me despite how rudely I behaved…”
“Pssh, don’t sweat it, House Honey. You ain’t seen Four when he’s having a tantrum.” Hank 3 states, and you can feel the daggers radiating from Hank 4’s eyes on him.
“Heyyyy!” Four’s voice cries out, the others beginning to laugh. You finally smile, probably the first one you’ve given all day.
“There we go… Been waiting for your smile all day, babe. It always makes my day brighter…” Hank 3’s hand caresses your check, and you can’t help but widening your smile. He grins, placing a small kiss on your lips, patting your cheek.
“So, who’s ass we gotta kick for you?” Hank 4 blurts out. The others seem to nod in agreement.
“True. Can’t let the offender get away with making our girl upset.” Hank 2 pipes up. You begin to laugh, and its deep and hearty. It makes the others laugh with you as well.
“No, no ass kicking necessary… But, maybe a movie marathon night tonight with my amazing boyfriends?”
“HELL YEAH!! MOVIES! MOVIES MOVIES!”
Whilst Hank 3 and Hank 5 continue to keep you company in bed, the others rush down the stairs to prepare snacks and drinks, returning with multiple trays. Everyone sits up, and after switching on one of the movie marathon channels, you all enjoy your treats, commenting during the movies you have all seen dozens of times before, your once rotten day becoming golden.