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mrultra100 · 2 years

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Ultra’s Ramblings: Ultraverse V-Twins Headcanons

So, as of the time I’m writing this, we’re still in Spooky Season. I feel like now would be a good time to share some headcanons for my own personal take on the Vampire Twins from Johnny Test. To clarify, my version is a lot different than their original counterparts in canon (Things like being older, having a more curvy and pudgy/buff body, etc), and all of it are attempts to make Susan and Mary far more interesting and fleshed-out characters than they were in the actual show.

Maryanna

Mary’s favorite Pokémon is Guzzlord. One would expect Lunala to be her top pick, but she’s more into the black hole-belly monster from another dimension

Despite her chonky build, Mary can be very fast when she wants to be (Like with all vampires). Her electric powers can increase her speed even more when she needs to.

Vampires all have a shared weakness of garlic, being allergic to it. Despite that fact, garlic bread is one of the few garlic-related foods that they can stomach relatively easily. Eating too much of it can make them sick tho, as Mary had found out the hard way in the past.

Being the massive nerd that she is, Mary has dabbled in cosplay a few times. Bayonetta, Jack Skellington, and Wilhamena are some of her favorite characters to go as.

Similar to how many species of venomous snakes inject venom into their prey with their fangs, Mary can actually deliver an electrified bite with her fangs. Other ways of Mary using electricity to fight include letting out flares of electrical energy from her body, using her own spiky ponytail as an electrified kanabo, delivering electrically-charged hip checks with her fat butt, or even using a form of electromagnetic telekinesis.

While she likes to hunt and prowl around for prey, alot of the people that Mary sucks blood from are actually WILLING victims, smitten with her beauty. She was surprised when this first started happening, but Mary let it slide and playfully monologues her hunts, all with a Transylvanian accent. Please, don’t spoil her fun.

One of Mary’s biggest pet peeves is people referring to dinosaurs and other prehistoric animals as nothing more than monsters. She WILL go ballistic if you call T. Rex a “mindless killing machine”.

Mary loves it when someone rubs and squeezes her squishy and chubby belly. Expect her to purr alot when this happens.

Mary loves pumpkins…alot. She tends to gobble alot of pumpkin pie, is a pro at pumpkin carving, likes pumpkin-scented candles, and even has a set of pumpkin-themed lingerie under her dress!

Unsurprisingly, Mary’s main in the Darkstalkers games is Morrigan. It should be pretty obvious as to why…

While English is her main language, Mary has been trying to learn how to speak in Japanese lately. This started when she tried to sing a few songs in Japanese during karaoke night.

Mary’s personal favorite genre of music is rock, especially symphonic metal. She even has a custom-made acoustic guitar that she made herself.

Many of Mary’s close friends often refer to her as “Bloody Mary”. The pun is not lost on her at all.

Due to how wide her body is, Mary has trouble going through doors. To solve this problem, she enters a room by rising from the shadows.

Mary would definitely use her massive breasts to hold drinks in. Not only would it be funny to her, it makes it alot easier for her if she’s handling something else too.

When it comes to kissing, Mary can be quite passionate (albeit a bit…sloppy at times). Care must be taken when taking her sharp teeth into consideration tho.

When it comes to her favorite animals, azhdarchid pterosaurs are usually Mary's first choice.

Similar to her sister, one of Mary’s main hobbies is being a mad scientist. She’s also a rock artist/DJ and kaiju merch collector.

Not only is she bisexual, Mary is also polymourous. She tends to be flirty and get frisky with multiple partners, especially women.

Mary is a huge foodie, especially with burgers, pumpkin pie, ramen, and tacos. A good way to befriend her is to prepare some of her favorite food.

In terms of height, Mary is the taller of the duo, being a couple of inches higher than Susan.

Put up a laser pointer in front of Mary, and she'll be obsessed with it, like an overgrown kitty.

Surprisingly for a vampire, Mary happens to be a good swimmer. There have been times where she used her hair to pull pranks on people, with her favorite being her hair being used like the tentacles of a sea monster to grab people.

Mary isn’t really a fan of the Jurassic World trilogy, mainly because of how she’s disgusted by how the movies treat dinosaurs as generic movie monsters.

Mary’s favorite fruit is a ripe watermelon. Some have made the comparison between a watermelon, and her own, uh…melons. Mary, being proud of her huge breasts, doesn’t mind at all

Susanic

Susan’s nickname (Especially when wrestling) is the Infernal Star. This nickname alone is already enough to make her a formidable opponent, due to how intimidating it is.

Similar to how Mary can speak in Japanese, Susan can speak fluently in Spanish.

The fire that Susan controls is made of magnesium, which can burn at 3100°C. This firepower is hot enough to melt even steel, and when applying her magic, Susan can use this volatile blaze for fireballs, fiery claw slashes, and even powerful, compressed beams of pure heat that she fires from her jaws, similar to Shin Godzilla’s Radiation Heat Ray.

Speaking of which, Susan has the ability to coat HERSELF with her fire, having it act like a suit of armor. She also uses this ability to accelerate herself at high altitudes when flying. Yet, somehow, Susan’s clothes don’t burn away when she uses this ability, thanks to her magic.

The usual exercise routine that Susan goes through is like this; The usual like push-ups, crunches, and squats, then she does ridiculous things like using logs 20 times bigger than herself as lifting weights, pushing a whole train with only her jaws, and even doing jogs….while on fire.

Fitting of her pyromantic powers and hotheadedness, Susan is a big fan of spicy food.

Despite how much of a stern hothead she is, Susan deeply cares for the people that she loves most, especially with Gil.

Both of the V-Twins’ living shadows can be imbued with their mistresses’ respective elemental powers, with Susan’s being able to conjure up shadowy will-o-wisps.

Susan’s favorite starter Pokemon is Litten. She tends to heavily relate to Incineroar, alot. She’s also a cat person, so that makes things easier.

In terms of classical music, Susan is a natural pro with a piano. She and Mary have worked together on making music many times in the past.

Susan is normally not a big fan of water. At all. She’s even terrified of the ocean too! Although, she likes to cool down in hot springs.

Susan and Gil both had a curious roleplay session once; The usual scenario of a vampire seducing a bride…Only with Susan as the countess, and Gil as the BRIDE. It’s a bit weird, but we’re not judging.

While it’s not as massive as Mary’s, Susan’s breasts are still big and soft. Gil even uses her ample bust as a makeshift pillow when cuddling.

In her spare time, Susan tends to her collection of spiders, scorpions, and other arachnids. She takes pretty good care of her pets.

Susan happens to enjoy a good fire by the chimney, especially during the cold winter months.

Susan is a fan of anime from the 1980’s. In fact, she personally jives with the vibes and aesthetics of the 80’s.

While Mary has helped out a bit, Susan is the main creator of the Enigma-tron 2600, a sentient supercomputer that can turn into a powerful robot. People even consider Susan to be Enigma’s mom.

Another invention that Susan made is a sleak, Tron-like techno suit. This suit is also made up of nanobots, similar to the nanometal seen in the Godzilla anime trilogy. This allows Susan to conjure up weapons, and bat-like wings made of the stuff from her suit.

While it’s a rare sight to see, Susan and the other Porkbelly vamps all have tiny, spread out, bioluminescent dots on their skin, allowing them to glow in the pitch black of night. Susan’s tend to glow a vibrant purple.

In terms of where she and Gil stand on the whole dominant vs submissive scaling, Susan leans more towards the former. Gil is really into it tho.

NEVER challenge Susan to an arm-wrestling contest. Aside from how vampires tend to have super strength, all of that working out makes it even more easier for Susan.

Susan and Gil are in a loving relationship, and she doesn’t like it when anyone, including a certain fat, bling-obsessed rapper, interferes…

When on land, Susan is able to run at 180 mph, making her a real speed demon to be reckoned with.

While she’s mostly straight, Susan tends to be enthralled by hot women every now and again.

Susan is the wrestling champion of Porkbelly for 5 years running so far. She has to train alot if she wants to keep that title!

#johnny test #ultraverse canon #Ultra Ramblings #halloween #Ultra-Ween #vampire twins

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dualistic-piximanicbf · 1 year

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I'm polymourous and poly gonna beat yo ass this week

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lighthairedsatan · 4 years

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imagine your bf and you skating in the r a i n. now here me out, you had just bought him and yourself a new board, youre pumped as fuck because he finally has a board for his own. the sun was about to set when you left but you guys still have time to skate around a bit, maybe go and eat. soon enough it starts to sprinkle, neither of you mind though since rain is one of your favorite things. so you continue skateboarding hand in hand while it's pouring, vibing to music knowing you too.

sounds amazing to me idk maybe i'm just gay

#trans mlm #mlm #gay #gay boy #bisexual boy #bisexual #bisexual mlm #mlm pride #mlm thoughts #mlm positivity #mlm blog #ftm mlm #mlm and nblm only #bi mlm #poly #polyamourous #polymourous pride #polymourous mlm

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ur-fav-alien · 4 years

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015), The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015) RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Illya Kuryakin/Napoleon Solo, Illya Kuryakin/Gaby Teller, Illya Kuryakin & Napoleon Solo, Illya Kuryakin/Napoleon Solo/Gaby Teller, Illya Kuryakin & Napoleon Solo & Gaby Teller, Illya Kuryakin & Gaby Teller Characters: Illya Kuryakin, Napoleon Solo, Gaby Teller, Alexander Waverly, Oleg (Man From U.N.C.L.E) Additional Tags: genderbent Illya Kuryakin, Hurt Illya, Angsty Illya, Poor Illya, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Transphobia, male to female trans, Trans Female Character, Homophobia, Gender Dysphoria, Body Dysphoria, Napoleon is a Little Shit, Sub Napoleon, Dom Illya, gabby teller - Freeform, Gabby teller is sweet, Gabby teller being a badass, fluff towards the end don't worry, fluffy love, Fluffy Ending, Polyamory, genderbent illya because lesbians, AU Summary:

Illya didn't want them to find out this way. She didn't really want them to find out at all.

#the man from u.n.c.l.e.#illya kuryakin #napollya #napoleon solo #gaby teller #illya x gaby #illya x napoleon #illya x napoleon x gaby #its a polymours relationship #genderbent #genderbent illya kuryakin #armie hammer #the man from uncle armie hammer

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anti-girl-defined · 3 years

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I wonder how Berthy and Krusty would react to me if they knew I'm Christian, but I love anime, Sonic, I curse, and dressed sexy (if I wanna be a bit slutty) and I'm bi and Polymourous, I think thier hearts would stop working for a moment xF

#girl defined #anti girl defined #positive christianity #pro sex work

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bleepblopbloop56 · 4 years

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Me: in a happy and healthy polymourous relationship with the only 2 people ive ever like.. Really loved

Also me; screaming and crying to breakup songs for absolutley no reason

#litterally why am i like this #like im laying sobbing like theyre litterally just asleep its okay

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azure-story-corner · 4 years

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Let Me Be Gay For the Bard | Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Jaskier x Male!Reader

Everyone knew Geralt of Rivia, maybe not the Witcher himself but the story behind the infamous man. It was all thanks to one lucky bard, Jaskier and his need for a good story. Jaskier wasn’t always traveling along the Witcher’s side gathering new stories for his next big song. While Geralt went off and did gods know what Jaskier made himself at home in Novigrad, he spent his days looking for muses to sing or write about and his evenings spent fulfilling his wants. This pattern went on for a few months before the bard grew restless and wanted to seek out a new adventure, another Geralt of Rivia.

(Y/N) has been traveling for what felt like weeks. He was covered in blood, dirt and gods and knew what other kinds of filth. Right now all he wanted was a nice warm bath and abed at the closest inn. The closest inn was at least a half day journey in the city of Novigrad.

It was about late dusk when the young adventure finally made his way into Novigrad’s inn. (Y/N) never thought he’d miss the smell of stale ale and man more in his life, by no means was this scent a good one but it was a welcomed one. The adventurer walked over to the counter with the thoughts of a potential meal, when he was greeted by a young woman. “How may I help you sir?” the lady asked pouring another patron an ale. “I will take an ale and your specialty as well as a room,” (Y/N) said tossing two crowns on the counter. The woman simply smiled taking the crowns and handing the male a key. “Take a seat and I will have Ismey run you your food,” she said before moving on to the next customer.

(Y/N) made his way through the now busy inn, managing to find a seat in the back corner of the room. Not much quieter but less likely to bother anyone. The young male sighed taking off his pack setting it next to him, he removed his cloak revealing his bloodied leather armor. (Y/N) ran his fingers through his (h/c) hair, his fingers tangling in the matted locks of (h/c) hair. After a moment of wrestling with his hair (Y/N) gave up, his hands falling to his sides before moving to a pocket on his pack. The adventurer pulled out a small journal as well as a makeshift pencil. (Y/N) often travelled alone and often found himself quite bored on the road between cities, to entertain himself he took up drawing as a hobby and found the activity quite relaxing. He wasn’t too bad at the skill either. The man flipped to a blank page lifting the pencil to his lips he looked about the tavern area trying to find his muse for the moment. No one stuck out at first, finding himself drawing a figure but soon abandoning the sketch in the favor of another figure.

Even after he got his food, (Y/N) found himself still trying to satisfy the urge to create but the lack of a muse kept him back. The evening drew on, conversations of drunk men grew louder, until a young man’s voice broke through the chatter. “Tonight,” the voice started, “I bring all of you a wonderful performance.” A couple of drunk men told him to shut up and leave but that didn’t stop the bard from beginning his performance. The young bard began his well known song, dancing between people. (Y/N) found himself being pulled in by the performance, he never heard the song live before only the badly sung by people who had it stuck in their heads. They weren’t wrong either, the song was quite catchy when sung by the bard who made it. During the bards performance (Y/N) found himself stealing glances at the man, his hand translating the poses into small sketches in his journal. Seems like the adventurer found himself his muse for the night.

Jaskier had made his way to Rosemary and Thyme inn in Novigrad, the place he had been coming to perform his songs for the past month now. Everytime he walked through the doors he hoped for another brooding mysterious adventurer, much like when he first met Geralt, so far no luck. Jaskier hoped soon that a new adventure would present itself so he could make a new epic tale of it. Tonight Jaskier believed it would be no different than the last, he would do his performance, drink and then be whomever he decided to fancy that night. He opened the doors to the inn getting himself a drink before announcing himself. He glanced round the room as he performed his eyes searching for something, someone. Tonight he seemed to find who he was looking for, just like when he met Geralt, this man was alone in the back of the tavern covered in what Jaskier could only guess was blood. Unlike when Jaskier met the Witcher, this man seemed to be studying him.

When the final note to his song disappeared into the taverns noise Jaskier slipped away to where the mysterious man sat. Jaskier casually took a seat across from the adventurer as if they were old friends. “I haven’t seen you around here before. You just visiting?” The bard asked chin resting upon his hand. The sudden presence of the bard startled (Y/N), causing him to quickly shut the journal. “You could say that, more like passing through,” (Y/N) said looking up at the bard. “You remind me of my friend Geralt,” Jaskier said smiling, “Sitting in the corner alone, covered in, what I think is monster guts. Reeking with the smell of adventure and destiny.”

“Oh? Do I now? I thought the smell was the mud and guts,” (Y/N) remarked with a slight smirk. “I doubt the resemblance to your friend brought you over to me.” “That is where you are mistaken. You see I have been lacking a muse, my good friend Geralt is off doing Gods know what and I simply have been itching to go on another big adventure,” Jaskier started, looking at the adventurer in front of him. “And I saw you during my performance you couldn’t keep your eyes off me,” he teased, winking at him. (Y/N) blushed lightly knowing he had been caught staring, he looked away and cleared his throat. “I have been rather lonely on the path as of late. I wouldn’t mind the company of a bard,” he said looking at Jaskier. “As long as you aren’t running from someone I wouldn’t mind if you joined me on my adventure.” “Perfect!’ Jaskier said with a large smile.

“We leave at dawn,” (Y/N) said as he stood. “Excuse me, bard I have some guts to clean off. I shall see you here tomorrow morning,” he stated with a smile.

“Call me Jaskier,” Jaskier said as (Y/N) turned away. (Y/N) looked at him confused for a second before figuring it must have been the bard’s name. “You can call me (Y/N),” he said introducing himself before heading off to his room.

Next chapter {Oof! I never realised how hard it is to write this out. So this is my first fanfiction that I actually wrote out. I have been dying to have a male!reader x jaskier but with a slow burn. I apologize if the last part sucks but it is late and I am really tired. I hope you like feel free to leave me a comment if you want to see other things. I am also thinking about doing a fanfiction with Geralt, Jaskier, and nonbinary reader in a cute polymourous relationship. Thanks so much! -Osgon}

((Cross platform post, up to chapter 5 is on my Wattpad))

#the witcher #the witcher netflix #the witcher fanfiction #fanfiction #Jaskier #jaskier x reader #male!reader #jaskier fanfiction #dandilion #Let me be gay for the bard #gay fanfiction #first fanfic

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spacemilkies · 5 years

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serendipity || captain allen x reader

for @thedevianthunterrk800 who unknowingly dragged me into the pits of hell dau. now i can’t play or watch footage without focusing in on this man.

“I’m sorry, ma’am but no press are allowed on the premise without strict permission.”

The accusation nearly stuns you at first, before you realize in fact that you never quite shed your work clothing before venturing out. Not that it did much good now that you were caught red handed, you plucked your badge from you neck and offered a placating smile to the receptionist android.

“Sorry, I’m here on personal business not journalistic ventures.” As if to prove your point, you rose the hand clutching the bag of take out. “Just a wife bringing dinner to her husband.”

The android was quiet, her gaze giving you another look over. No doubt cross referencing your heart rate to your words. Perhaps had your husband not been employed at such a high risk job, a simple face recognition scan could have cleared you. But it seemed not even matrimony came with any real civil benefits.

The android completed its assessment.

“I see. Please-”

“Hey, what are you doing here so late?”

A visible shudder of relief ripped across your skin as you whipped around. Appearing to be finishing up for the evening, Hank was looked about what you expected him to look first thing in the morning- ready to go home.

It’s easy to offer a smile in disguise of pity. “Figured if he wasn't going to make an effort for dinner, I could at least keep him from starving.”

“Yeah, is that why he’s so cranky? Missing one too many meals?”

Hank’s years of ‘facility’ comradery with your husband managed to bleed into a promising friendship of your own. It was a specific type of working relationship that only your hardened husband could achieve. Frankly most of his more social interactions were bridged by your efforts in some way or fashion.

“Trying to keep him fed is a full time job.”

“Dealing with him period is a fucking career,” he muttered under his breath. Gratefully, Hank waved off the android. “Wife of the fucking SWAT captain, relax would you.”

“I honestly have no idea where he is but we all know his second wife is his desk.”

The obvious joke resonated differently with you than he likely intended for it to. In truth, your husband, his desk … and yourself had a bit of a polymourous relationship, to put it lightly. Not that you would embarrass David by bringing that up now.

Maybe over drinks on night.

Grateful for the unexpected intervention, you took advantage of the reprieve to escape through the security gates while you could. Waving to Hank, you bid him a good night.

“The fourth floor isn’t that big. He can’t hide forever.”

The few officers who did recognize you bid you a mix of greetings and farewells from those eager to return to their own families. As you climbed levels however, the gestures became more strict in the form of salutes and slim smiles that oozed stress.

Rolling your eyes to the roof of the elevator, you began to pray that it wasn't a premonition of what to expect when you finally discovered your husband. You reminded yourself that you were merely there to deliver a meal, not stir up anything that could be settled at home.

Your marriage worked this long because you respected those boundaries. The same ones that had been built without your knowledge back in university.

By the relaxed posture of his assistant it was safe to assume he wasn’t in his office. Rachel confirmed as much with a quick wave.

“Captain Allen is in a meeting, ma’am.”

“Thats fine. Is his office open? Just dropping off dinner.”

She eyed the bag as if it was a saving grace. No doubt a prayer she’d made earlier in the day to try and aleve whatever symptoms were aggravating her boss’ nerves.

If only it was so easy.

“I can get that for you.”

The panel in front of the door switches from red and blue, granting you access. You find yet another reason to send the young woman a nice gift basket. As if all the years of putting up with your husband didn’t earn her a vacation overseas.

Frankly, she might never look back.

“Thank you, Nancy.”

His office is as bleak and bland as the last time you’d entered it. Not even the wealth of his awards managing to permeate the walls. A few of the important credentials made the cut out of sheer necessity. You’d managed to break up the rest of the wall with two scenery photos.

And that was it.

For someone who practically made his office his home, the lack of comfortably baffled you.

Placing the bags on the corner of his desk, you made yourself comfortable in his chair. Your job title aloe made snooping both enticing and forbidden. A thin lace of trust had been bestowed upon you given your connection to one of the largest media networks in the city. While your husband’s authority gave you more liberties than most it didn’t mean it couldnt be ripped away.

So against your journalist instinct, you kept your hands to yourself while you twiddled with a simple app on your phone. Fortunately, your husband didn’t keep you waiting long before you heard Nancy sharp cry of warning.

“Oh! Wait sir, your-”

You don’t know who is more surprised when you husband enters his office unaware. His shoulders stiffen briefly before he recognizes your silhouette by his desk, Nancy’s warning long forgotten. He looked like he was ready to chew out his next victim of the day and you could only snort in amusement.

“Really, David.”

He’s wearing your favorite hoody of his- one you know come with a plethora of replacements but not a single is ever given to you despite your insistence. You’ve taken to wearing them briefly after laundry loads, while the house is to yourself. By the time he makes it home, its nestled comfortably in his drawer as if it was never touched.

A secret compromise.

The door slides shut behind him as he approaches the desk. Affections pleasantly not forgotten as he leans down to peck at your cheek,“Its late, you didn't have to come by.”

“Well, I was hungry too. Figured you wouldn't want your food to get cold. Reheating meat will sometimes make it tough.”

David took the opportunity to peek into the paper bags, a hint of a smile triggering wider one for you when he recognized one of his favorites. You watched quietly as he unpacked the food, not missing how he arranged things carefully to keeps your safely confined while setting aside his own.

It was an easier dismissal when you were expecting it.

The hard edge of your neglected badge bit into your skin as you adjusted yourself against the desk, “Trying to get rid of me so soon, captain. I didn’t even get to opportunity to ask my questions yet.”

Unraveling the warmth of a freshly baked roll, your husband gave you an unamused grimace before taking a bite from the buttery loaf.

“The SWAT team is not currently accepting any questions nor has any scheduled plans to council the press for ongoing operations.”

Your smile is as dangerous as your job implies, “So you guys are working on something top secret.”

“Would be home if it wasn’t.”

That was a lie and you both knew it. David would always find something to keep him occupied in his career. It had built him up and functioned as his stability. You were mere crutches on the sidelines waiting until you were needed.

As simple as it would be to challenge the claim, you thought better of it. Instead you continued to eat up time, relaxed comfortably in his chair while your husband was distracted with his meal. It seemed that his hunger had gotten to a point where he was reluctant to entertain anything that isn't satisfying his stomach.

“Strip was sold out, so I hope skirt is okay?”

Your husband wasn’t huge on grilling like some of the neighbors in your area but he did appreciate a good steak. Sometimes if you were lucky, he would even surprise you with a nice dinner in the kitchen on the rare occasions he actual beat you home or the scarcer days off.

Using his teeth, David fought the crackle of the plastic wrapped utensil set,” Smells good, baby. Thank you.”

His obvious appreciation warmed you enough to coax a bit of boldness out of you. Walking your fingertips closer to the bag, you tugged it closer. “The renovators called back. They can fit us in next weekend to resurface the shower.”

Your house wasn’t old but there had been some changes you’d promised yourself when you’d first moved it. Earlier in your marriage, you had hoped to make a couples project out of it. But as the years passed, you began to understand that if you didn't get someone else on the job it wasn't going to get done.

Carefully pulling your own box free, you kept your voice even as your poked through your meal. “I’m having my mom come meet them that Thursday so they can do a final walkthrough for a quote. I’ll be home for the other days.”

“You’re not worried she won't change your plans?”

Twirling your pasta around your fork, you gave his question a thoughtful pause. It had crossed your mind. Your home wasn’t the first thing she had tried to intervene in. But you had made your own wishes noted in the initial meeting. Having your mother there was just supervision at this point.

“Nah, I'll be there for all the real work. I really just need her to keep Kaius calm.”

Retired from service but certainly not an impression on his age, the eight year old shepard still took his training seriously at home. It made it difficult to let anyone into the house without one of you there to assure him it was okay. The task was still difficult for you without David’s overwhelming presence to settle the canine.

Resting his hip against the corner of the desk, your husband became visibly more relaxed into the conversation as he balanced the bottom of his togo box on his hand. “I don’t mind if he comes to work. He should be fine in my office for a day.”

You shrugged,”It's all worked out.”

At most, you were expecting one human to supervise a few androids. As impersonal as it made the job, it certainly didnt put a damper on efficiency. You expected nothing less than the projected project.

He surprised you by leaning in then to press a quick kiss to your lips, a sneaky swipe of tongue catching the splash of sauce previously unknown to you. When you look up, he was watching you with that analytical look.

“I know what you’re doing.”

Caught, you could only smile sheepishly as you pointed the fork in his direction. “This is nice, don’t ruin it.”

Humming thoughtfully, your husband eventually returned to his own meal.

David finished well before fullness crept in for you, his own haste favoring time over taste. But he was getting his nutrition so you found it hard to complain.

A few tedious comments came to mind but none of them felt strong enough to tether him to a conversation. Accepting the time you got gratefully, you began putting away the leftovers to take home.

“I’m off tomorrow so you don’t need to tip toe. I’ll leave the light on above the stove.”

Sometimes you found it funny how much your friends raves about the life you must have being married to a SWAT captain. Overwhelmed by their own fantasies of rugged encounters and frantic passion.

It was true on occasion. There were times that the stress of the job encouraged his hands to be a little more rough. Or time constraints found you bent over something convenient with your panties jerked to the side.

As thrilling as it was, the novelty wore off quicker than it did in literature.

There wasn’t a day you weren’t thankful of how well your husband aged, you just wanted more opportunities to appreciate it.

You rise from your seat, expecting a final kiss of gratitude before you went on your way.

You hasn’t realized your eyes had slid closed until they were opening in confusion at the touch of his thumb against your cheek. Against your better judgement, you leaned into the brief show of affection, lips parting to accept the pad of his finger.

You know it won’t lead to much but the small stirrings it causes is worth the brevity. You crave his closeness whether he’s away like any wife would. But loving David Allen takes the punch of out love and jackhammers a new meaning into it.

“”Thank you.”

The sincerity of it pressures your heart and your eyes close voluntarily this time, just wishing he would meet your expectation.

There is a pause, the silence tarnished by your audible sigh. Part of it is drawn back in a sharp gasp when his nose bumps against your own, then his lips find yours.

The kiss is slow and measured, familiar even as you dare to run your palms down his front. His stomach curls under your touch, the lean muscle jumping slightly as your fingers challenge the hem of his pants.

Swallowing, you taunt further with another tug. Venerability paints itself a lovely shade against your skin, coating you in a rosy blush. This wasn’t your arriving plan. But years have taught you that planning ahead rarely went well with David.

Carefully, you reach up and thumb the curve of his lower lip and draw him even closer. Even breaths waft over your face. Measured well, despite the proposition offered before him.

In a mess of tongue and teeth, you whisper his name and teeter his resolve in the same breath.

It has been a very long time since he’s humored an excursion like this and you’re patting yourself on the back for taking the chance.

His mouth teases the skin at the nape of your neck and you wonder how far he plans to take this. His nose brushes against your ear next, nuzzling just under the curve where he knows you like it best.

Your shirt rides up as he rolls his body against you, his hands quick to tend to your warm skin. His thumb teases the underside of your bra and it’s difficult not to let your mind wander.

Chest rising and falling in erratic intervals, you finally put a voice behind your desires.

“Will fuck me here?”

David breathes in sharply then and for a moment you’re worried he’ll pull back to he senses. Your heart flutters nervously, awaiting a curt dismissal. But then a knee nudges firmly between your thighs and you find yourself biting your cheek to contain your grin.

He continues to mouth at your neck while his hands answer your question, quickly and efficiently working at your belt. The hand not holding you in place slips under the hem of your pants with practiced ease.

It will have to be quick but part of the thrill is inherit in the act itself. You know you’re already wet before his fingers reach their destination, his thumb flicking against your clit as his fingers curl into your sticky wetness.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, kitten? That’s why you came so late at night. Hoping to bride me into a quick fuck for your troubles?”

Part of you wished that had been your intention. You would have tried a hell of a lot harder if you’d known he’d be this willing.

Sorry, Nancy.

There was always something sinfully dangerous about being taken in his office. To think the place where the city puts most of its trust will be defiled by your marital affairs will never fail to get you in the mood.

David catches you before you can get careless, moving the food a safe distance away from your body before pressing you firmer against the desk. He doesn’t pay much attention to your breast but the stimulation from being pressed into the desktop makes up for it. Nothing else matters however when he’s dragging down his pants and your own with hast movements and lining himself up.

It’s a slow sink- deep as he allows you time to open up for him.

The situation doesn’t allow for it to be drawn out much longer than that. The frivolous teasing prior had already eaten into your limited time of unsuspicion. Not to mention any concerning noises that might permeate the door.

David does the sound control for you, risking quiet grunts as he digs his grip into the curve of your hip. His pace is slow but firmly backed by his weight as he quite literally fucks the air right out of your lungs, thrust near hard enough to shake the desk.

He lifts his hips slightly, just enough too prod for the right angle, hitting that same spot again and again as you grip desperately at his arms. You return the favor, stealing his groans as you kiss back as vehemently as his hips grind into you. It only takes one good strategic thrust to capsize you under your simmering climax.

You remember a time, fumbling in college when you had to remind him to be wary- to pull out. Even early in your marriage you’d been cautious.

Now, it was welcomed. The fact of not trying to try bleeding into a kink to take off the edge of pending results. You’d decided mutually to accept a child if the possibility arose but you wouldn’t make an intentional effort.

Nearing your forties now, it wasn’t a forgotten proposition but it hardly factored into your mindset. It’s no where near innocent as your ankles dig firmly into his lower back, drawing him closet and locking him in.

Your husband’s hips stuttered briefly as his fingers reassessed their grip before he resumed his pace with firmer thrusts. Each one bouncing off the round of your backside. The hand at the base of your spine keeps you anchored- not that you’d made any attempt to disagree with anything he was giving you.

He seemed to reward you for that, a lazy thumb counting your vertebrae in its travels, eliciting a quivering pleasure.

“Maybe this is the key, huh? You’re always so much more receptive when there is the potential for audience.”

He knows and fuck, you miss that voice. The way it rumbles deep in his chest before tumbling out in timber.

“Of course, I’d never let them see. But I’d be happy to show off the results, hmm?”

His hands slid to your flank before curling around to flatten against the plane of your belly. It stays there, stroking the pseudo curve implanted in his head.

He encourages you to grind back into his quickening thrusts, the fingers at your hip dragging you back in assistance. Whining, you dip your chest and arch your back. Your actions echo your thoughts. Faster. More. Deeper. Please

“That's what you want, right? For me to fill you up, baby?”

God… you drool around the thought. Your words fumbling around gurgles as you attempt to collect yourself enough to stop moaning and properly respond. Blood rushed in your ears and floods down your body. Working yourself up from your toes, you flex them, pushing your weight to your feet and lifting. It offers you a better advantage to pushing back into each eager thrust.

Rather than praise your efforts, your husband only returns your gesture by carding his fingers through your hair. Tightening. Shoving down.

“Fuck, yes, Dav-“ You hiss when he knocks particularly hard against your cervix to which he mends with an apologetic kiss to the back of your head. His thrust slow marginally, just enough to regain control before he’s coaxing you again with a nip to the shell of your ear.

“Tell me, kitten.”

You reach for something-not sure of what. Neither does he it seems, but his hand finds yours anyway to which you curl them both the fabric of your chest.

“I want it all-please.”

He jerks you back-once...twice before suddenly you’re overwhelmed with the weight of him on top and the pressure of him inside.

You lie there for a short time, uncomfortable, but too laced by exhaustion to do much else. The feeling of fatigue crept onto you both with out warning, using the disguise of passion to worm its way inside.

He’s not perfect. Neither yourself or this marriage. But where most had doomed you both to fail, mutual perseverance told the rest to go fuck themselves.

There wasn’t much else either of you could offer to the remaining hours of the night. With that resolve, your slow rhythmic strokes against your husband’s back came to a halt, slightly rousing him in the process.

“Mhmm, come home with me, yeah?”

He heaves a sigh but you know you have him.

“Yeah. Let’s go home.”

#detriot become human #captain allen x reader #captain allen #dbd imagines #captain allen imagines #captain allen headacanons #my contribution to the dau #see i wrote a thing

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farsight-the-char · 4 years

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The Titans need someone to come in a “Dawn of X” them.

Less make the Titans their own nation, more revamp the Titans into a more powerful identity and confirm that they are in-fact a polymourous queer commune.

#titans #dc #I like what Dan Abnett was doing with Rebirth #maybe let him go nuts with the titans #after Nightwing and Starfire go back to normal #and Roy comes back

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therealsepticshock · 5 years

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Warrior Cat LGBTQ+ Headcanons

Gay GNC Transboy Sol: Explains his tortoiseshell pelt. Falls in love with Blackstar after seducing him to get him to shun StarClan, but Blackstar is already in a realtionship with Russetfur. He soon gets jealous of Russetfur, and blocks out his feelings so he can continue his plan to overthrow the clans, never telling Blackstar his true feelings. Polyamorous Bi Blackstar: Falls in love with Sol while he already loves Russetfur. Thankfully, Russetfur is polymourous and Sol doesn’t seem to mind, so he is able to be with both of them- or so he thinks. When he learns that Sol took advantage of him, he feels betrayed, unknowing of Sol’s real feelings. Polyamorous Bi Grayromantic GNC Transgirl Russetfur: Blackstar is the one cat that she romantically cares about, a rarity due to her being grayromantic. When Blackstar falls in love with Sol, she is okay with it, because she is polyamorous, and finds Sol attractive, not romantically, but attractive nonetheless. She comforts Blackstar after Sol left, and is resentful towards the tortoiseshell tom. Would have had a queer-platonic relationship with Sasha if she had the chance. Gay Transboy Redtail: Explains his tortoiseshell pelt. Is in a relationship with Runningwind. NBLW AMAB Nonbinary Echosong: Has a slight crush on Leafstar, but was okay with a queer-platonic relationship with her. Transboy Puddleshine: Explains his calico pelt (Yes, calico. Look at the design for him on the Warriors Wiki and you'll see what i mean. He’s a chocolate calico). Lesbian Sasha: She was a victim of compulsory heterosexuality with Tigerstar. She would have had a relationship with Leopardstar and a queer-platonic relationship with Russetfur if she had the chance. Gay Flametail: Had a crush on Jayfeather. Transboy Rowanclaw: Do i have to explain? Lesbian Nightcloud: She was a victim of a mixture of compulsory heterosexuality with Crowfeather, and her fear that is she was with a girl, she wouldn’t be able to have children. Bisexual/romantic Ceasesexual Ashfur: He mistook sexual attraction to Squirrelflight as romantic attraction. His sexual attraction occasionally goes away completely. He would have had a relationship with Hawkfrost if he had the chance. I also headcanon him as autistic, but that’s another story. Bisexual Homoromantic Jake: Quince and Nutmeg were just flings, Nutmeg understood, but Quince got attached. In a relationship with Tallstar. AMAB Nonbinary AroAce Pinestar: He was in a queerplatonic relationship with Shanty and Jake. Leopardfoot fell in love with him and he was too soft-hearted to tell her no. He convinced himself that he loved her when he really only saw her as a friend. Polyamourous Transgirl Brick: In a relationship with Bone. Open to more people in the relationship. Polyamourous Bone: In a relationship with Brick. Open to more people in the relationship. Gay Darkstripe: Would have had a relationship with Tigerstar if he had the chance. Bi Grayaro Hawkfrost: Would have had a relationship with Ashfur if he had the chance, but he knew it could get in the way of his plans. Same situation for Ivypool. Heteroflexible Grayfraysexual/Grayfrayromantic Squirrelflight: Usually is fraysexual but occasionally isn’t. Was fraysexual with Ashfur but not with Bramblestar. Sex-Repulsed Asexual Twigbranch: It’s not that she doesn’t want to have kits, it’s that she doesn’t want to do the thing that comes before it. She’s too embarrassed to tell Finleap this, who has had it drilled into his head by his dad that you have to have kits with your mate. Once she tells Finleap about her feelings, however, he understands. Asexual Lesbian Transgirl Mothwing: Would have had a relationship with Leafpool if she had a chance. GNC Transgirl Brook: Had her kits with Stormfur. Transboy Stormfur: Explains his tortoiseshell pelt. Had his kits with Brook. Transgirl Homolithosexual Homokaloromantic Feathertail: Desires a romantic relationship with the same sex despite feeling only sexual attraction towards them, does not want to act on her sexual attraction for fear of getting someone pregnant and having what happened to her mom happen to them. Felt pity for Crowpaw.

Demigrayaro Pansexual Sandstorm: Usually aromantic, but sometimes demiromantic.

Pansexual Nondysphoric Nonbinary Ivypool: Would have had a relationship with Hawkfrost if she had the chance.

Bi Blossomfall: Had a crush on Ivypool.

Bi Demiromantic Demisexual Tawnypelt: In a relationship with Rowanstar before and after his transition.

Graysexual Bi Heathertail: Is asexual with Breezepelt, wasn’t with Lionblaze.

Demiromantic Pansexual Needletail: Would have had a relationship with Alderheart if she had the chance.

Gay AFAB Demigirl Peanut: Identifies with the word gay instead of the word lesbian. Was in a relationship with Marigold and had kits before the she-cat died.

WLW Transgirl Marigold: Was in a relationship with Peanut and had kits with her.

Transboy Antfur: Explains his tortoiseshell pelt.

Gay Intersex Spiresight: Has an extra X chromosome. Is sterile.

Lesbian Leopardstar: She was a victim of compulsory heterosexuality with Tigerstar. She would have had a relationship with Sasha if she had the chance.

Bi Breezepelt: Was in a relationship with Antpelt, now with Heathertail.

Pansexual Graystripe: Was in a relationship with Silverstream

She/Her Gay Transboy Silverstream:Was in a relationship with Graystripe. Demisexual Transgirl Briarlight: Is in a relationship with Jayfeather. Asexual Biromantic Jayfeather: Is in a relationship with Briarlight.

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kittytalkshomestuck · 5 years

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Candy Earth C is Heaven and Calliope is its God

I remember when I was first going through the Candy route I thought “I guess Dirk didn’t want to live in a world of marriage and babies” after reading about his suicide for the first time. After reading the entire Epilogue, I know now the situation is much more complicated than that. However, I have been thinking about the idea more as I went back through the story. I’m wondering now if my original idea was not too off base.

The Candy timeline exists as a distinct place in the Black Hole. It is a final resting place for everything that gets sucked inside. For all the ghosts that died in the furthest ring, or at least the ones not killed by Lord English, it acts as a kind of afterlife for them. Whether it is a heaven, hell, or neutral purgatory is up for debate, but I do think we can push the metaphor a little further as well. Alt. Calliope acts as a benevolent godlike figure, maintaining the world for all the innocent souls who reside inside, making it her own personal heaven. I do think there is a distinct Christian undertone to this scenario.

One expression of this Christian undertone is a definite leaning toward heterosexuality and/or heteronormativity. The majority of the characters end up married to members of the opposite sex, and have children. Roxy breaks off her long-term relationship with Calliope to get with John. They then decide to get married and have children in an incredibly short amount of time. Jade and Jake, who previous to John’s choice seemed happy to live theirs lives having casual sex with a variety of strangers, settle down as well after the Candy choice. Even in then polymourous phases of their relationships, the triads are notably heterosexual. Karkat and Dave are dating Jade, but not each other. Jake and Gamzee are with Jane, but not each other. Once Karkat leaves his relationship with Dave and Jade, he also ends up in a relationship with Meenah. (Rose and Kanaya are seeminly an exception to this rule, but they do follow the same pattern of getting married and adopting a baby.)

With all of this in mind, I cannot help but notice that the two characters, Dirk and Dave, who do explicitly identify as gay men in the timeline commit suicide. They cannot find fulfillment and happiness in this world the way their peers do. While I don’t think either of them intended to commit suicide because of this reason, the subtext remains. There is not place for gay men who do not fit the heteronormative ideal in the Candy timeline. There is not place for them in Alt. Calliope’s heaven.

I do have a small theory about this situation, although I must admit that it is mostly speculation. My idea is that Alt. Calliope is completely opposed to anything related to her brother, including things he was interested in. Caliborn had a distinct passion towards yaoi as he grew older. He also possibly had black romantic feelings for Dirk and Dave, wanting at least Dave to become his ultimate kismesis. It’s possible that Calliope considers homosexuality specifically between men repugnant due to this connection to Caliborn. I do realize this sounds incredibly stupid as I type it. But, let’s be honest, a lot of the stuff in Homestuck is caused by really stupid reasons. No matter how ridiculous it is, I do think my idea has at least a little bit of merit. (It does really sound stupid tho, dammit.)

tl;dr Calliope doesn’t like yaoi and that’s why Candy is super heteronormative. Yup. (I mean, John’s heteronormative worldview could be effecting the world subconsciously as well, but that take isn’t as hot as “Calliope hates yaoi.”)

#homestuck #homestuck epilogues #homestuck epilogue #calliope #john egbert #heteronormativity #this is stupid #but i do think it has merit #yeah #calliope hates yaoi #i just wanted to say it

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dont-starve-for-pride · 5 years

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Polymourous Wes

#don't starve #don't starve together #ds wes #wes don't starve

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therabbitthatpostthings · 2 years

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And why tf can't I headcannon the childhood best friend trio with two males who "rivals" yet always chasing after each other and the girl they're in love with as a polymourous couple???

It's happened at least twice???

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lighthairedsatan · 4 years

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honestly, i don't want much. just to take a long road trip with a boy and scream the lyrics of a lorde song with not a worry in my mind then later read them poetry as we fall asleep in the shitest bed at a motel

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nonstop-smashing-expectations · 6 years

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Dream Job (poly!hamilsquad x reader)

Warnings: heartbreak, angst, cheating/ infidelity mentions.

Everything is under the read more!

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.

#tw:infidelity mentions #hamilton imagine #poly hamilsquad x reader #hamilsquad x reader #fanfic #hamilton

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