#tw:infidelity mentions

[nonstop-smashing-expectations]

Dream Job (poly!hamilsquad x reader)

Warnings: heartbreak, angst, cheating/ infidelity mentions.

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Request: Is it possible to do a fic where the reader is in a relationship with the hamilsquad (polymourous) and they break up because they think your cheating on them. Then you move away and somehow meet them again years later and everything has changed. Idk, this idea had been stuck in head for a long time. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. And your an amazing writer.

With a smile, you leaned back in your seat. You had just finished all the work you had needed to get done for the day.

You had been working overtime because there had been a rumor at your work that someone was going to be promoted soon.

While you had enough money with your income and your boyfriends’ income, you still wanted to be promoted.

You had gotten a job in your dream field and a promotion would be one step closer to your dream job.

So you were working harder than ever, trying to show that you were a reliable and hardworking individual, not to say that you weren’t normally, it’s just that a promotion would be amazing for your career.

With a sigh, you stretched your arms above your head and then grabbed the paper work you needed to drop off at your boss’s desk.

Your boss had also been working late, although that was mainly because they just had a lot of work to do.

It wasn’t a surprise to you to see your boss still sitting at their desk, so caught up in working that they didn’t hear your arrival.

You knocked on the door with a small smile, papers held in your other hand.

Your boss looked up from their work and smiled, knowing that you were there to drop your work off for them to double check.

You placed the files on their desk and was about to walk out of the door when your boss said your name.

You turned to look at them, feeling slightly confused.

“I know that you have been working hard for the promotion, and I wanted to make sure that you weren’t just working hard for that one reason so I looked into your past history here. It looked like you’ve always been a hard worker here but now you’re stressing yourself out working overtime. Is there a reason you want this promotion so badly?” Your boss was smiling slightly as they spoke, but you couldn’t help feeling nervous. Was working this much going to kill your chance at your dream job?

Taking a deep breath, you spoke, your voice trembling slightly. “I joined this career field because it can lead me to working my dream job. And a promotion would led me on the right path towards that dream job. I know that it might take a long time to achieve that, but that’s all I’ve ever wanted to do.”

Your boss nodded at your words and replied, “Then I think I made the right choice of choosing to promote you.”

Your eyes widened slightly and your boss continued, “Go home and get some sleep. I hope that you won’t need to work as much overtime as you have been.”

You nodded and thanked them, before walking to your car to go home.

It wasn’t until you were sitting your car that it hit you. You did it! All that overtime had paid off!

With a wide grin on your face, you started the car and drove home, excited to tell your boyfriends that you had got the promotion.

You had mentioned to them a few months ago that you were going to be staying at work late and that you’d be missing dinner with all of them. You had told them about the promotion and how it could lead to your dream job.

All of them agreed that they were ok with this. After all, they hadn’t seen your eyes shine like that in a while and they knew this was something you had been working towards for a while.

They all understood it. John got the same energetic gleam in his eyes when he found a perfect painting reference. Hercules looked like that when he completed a piece of clothing that looked exactly like the idea in his head. Lafayette looked like that when he was trying teaching you all French and Alex looked like that when he got to debate things he was passionate about (so almost everything).

They weren’t going to stop you from having that experience, that joy, even if it meant that they would hardly see you.

So on your way back home, you decided to pick up a cake. It was a special occasion and you had decided that it was one that you should celebrate.

But when you got home holding the cake in your arms, you didn’t expect to see your boyfriends sitting in a row, facing the door you had just walked through.

Setting the cake down on a nearby table, you turned to look at your boyfriends.

“Alex? Herc? Laf? John? Is something wrong?”

They all glanced at each other and then slowly looked bad at you as if mentally playing Rock Paper Scissors to see who would talk first.

You took a deep breath in through your nose, worried about what they were about to say. What happened that caused them to look like they wanted to be anywhere but here in this moment?

A few seconds later Alex nodded as he seemed to have lost whatever mental conversation he was having with the others and turned to look at you.

“At first everything was fine,” Alex looked a bit pained as he continued talking, “we could handle knowing that you wouldn’t be here for our group dinners because we knew that you were working as hard as you can for that promotion.” Alex looked away, tears pooling in his eyes, unable to continue talking.

Hercules took a deep breath and continued where Alex left off, “But then you started leaving really early in the morning and not showing up again until hours after your work day ended.”

Lafayette then added his thoughts, “You don’t even really talk to us anymore and when you do, it’s only about the promotion. The promotion that shouldn’t have taken this long to be decided. We starting thinking about why you’d be gone so much and why you wouldn’t talk about how your day went.”

John spoke next, “But then we realized that you’re cheating on us. That’s why you made up the lie about a promotion, so that you could be gone a lot and not have to worry about us catching on.”

You froze in disbelief. How could they think that?

With tears in your eyes, you replied, “I didn’t lie! There was a promotion! And guess who got the promotion? It was me! That’s why I brought home that cake.”

They glanced at each other and then looked back at you like they didn’t believe you.

“Fine! If you won’t listen to me, then I’ll leave! And I’m taking my cake with me.” You grabbed the cake off the counter and put it in your car, before you went back into the house. You rushed down the hall to the bedroom you all shared and grabbed as much of your belongings as you could. Then, with one last glance at your ex boyfriends and with one last glance at the house you had shared with them, you started your car and drove away to the nearest hotel.

Luckily, they had a room available for a few days and that was the room you took.

As soon as you had carried all your belongings to your room, you laid on the bed and fell asleep, too exhausted to be able to stay awake and cry about what happened.

The next morning when you woke up, you ate the complimentary breakfast that the hotel offered and then you went back to your room to get ready for work.

Once you were in your room however, all you could see was reminders of the events that had occurred last night, that the people you loved the most thought you had been cheating on them.

It was then that you cried, as you got ready to go to work. That promotion had simultaneously been the best and the worst thing that had happened to you. It got you closer to your dream job, but it also caused your breakup.

With a sigh, you wiped the tears off your face and left the room.

You had barely stepped foot into your workplace when your boss called you over.

Your coworkers stared after you as you walked into your boss’s office.

“I was told this morning that with your promotion, there was an opportunity for you to move to another city to work for our company at their headquarters. I was told that you’d have more of a chance at your dream job than if you stay here. I promised them that I’d talk to you about it to see if you wanted to take this opportunity.”

You stood there, a bit dazed, trying to comprehend what your boss had just said. You could move out of this city? And would have a better chance to get your dream job?

“I know that this is a big decision and-”

You cut your boss off mid sentence, “I’d love to move to the headquarters. I think that this would be a good thing for me.”

With a smile, your boss promised to call the headquarters and arrange to have you moved there.

You weren’t disappointed about leaving this city. It meant that you could buy your own house and start over. You could move away from the memories this place holds.

~~~~~

Three years later, you knew that you had made the right decision in moving.

Not only did moving to another city help you forget about the painful breakup, but it also helped you finally get your dream job. You had bought a nice house and the city had quickly felt like home.

You lived each day in an almost euphoric state of happiness from doing what you loved everyday.

Today had been no different from that. You had woke up in a great mood and made breakfast, walking to the nearby local coffee/tea shop to order your favorite drink.

With the drink in hand, you walked out the door and headed back to your house.

On the way there however, you saw something that made your mood plummet.

Across the street stood your exes, laughing at something one of them had said.

They hadn’t seen you yet, allowing you to quickly cycle through the emotions seeing them had brought up.

Taking a deep breathe, you forced down the anger and the pain. You kept your face neutral as they looked in your direction.

You could see the shock on their faces when they saw you, followed quickly by pain and heartbreak.

They had found out that you had been promoted and that you weren’t lying when they found out you had moved.

They had tried to contact you several times but you had blocked their numbers.

And now, looking at you, they wanted nothing more than for you to take them back.

You squared your shoulders as you walked past them, not giving them any attention and ignoring their attempts at talking to you. They wouldn’t listen to you when you needed them to, so why should you listen to them now?

As you walked away from them, you didn’t see the tears fall from their eyes or the guilt and despair that accompanied it. They still weren’t quite over you and nothing felt the same without you there. And now it never would.