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Business Trips ( Daveed x Reader )

Summary: You finally decide to leave your boyfriend, after knowing for a few weeks about his affair.

Warnings: mentions of cheating

Word count: 1,172

a/n: I have like no idea how I feel about this, but it’s here. No take backs. There’s an In The Heights reference in the fic, (sorry not sorry) See if you can spot that. Uhm, what else… Oh yes, I have no idea when the next part of A Lovely Situation is coming out.

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You sat patiently cross legged on the grey covers on your bed, eyeing the door. Tears drooling down your cheeks. Quiet sobs escaping out of your mouth. You glanced at the clock of your nightstand. 00:00AM. “Happy new year.” You whispered quietly to yourself. Another moment alone.

Tom would normally come back home at around 11:30PM after his “Late. Night. Meetings.” You had found out weeks ago that he had been cheating on you. All those late night meetings, the fact that he was so distant to you. Lipstick, another woman’s scent on his clothes. It made it way too obvious. He just threw away a 3 years relationship down the hole. Were you not pretty enough? Were you not kind enough? Were you not sympathetic enough? Were you not caring enough? He obviously didn’t care about you, or love you anymore.

Suddenly, you heard the jingling of keys st the front door. You quickly went under the duvet covers and turned your back so that you would face the wall and not him. Pretending to be fast asleep. Like you always did. Almost every single night. Tom eventually made his way to the bedroom and laid down on the bed, his clothes smelling of sex and cheap perfume.

The next morning you woke up to an empty bed. Not really much of a surprise. Heck, you even woke up to an empty apartment. You had enough. You had enough of him pretending that everything was okay. You had enough of pretending that you still loved him. But you did love him, right? He didn’t love you. He was the one that betrayed your love, not you. You really did love Tom. He was your rock, you depended on him, and he depended on you. You were meant to be. But Tom didn’t think so. He obviously found a prettier, younger girl to love. He had let go of his love for you. But why won’t you. Deep down in your heart, you knew that you would always love him no matter what. But you knew what the right thing to was, even if it wasn’t the easy option.

You picked up the phone, knowing exactly who you would call, Daveed. Daveed was your best friend since you were both in college. He was always there for you. He was caring, he would love you, he, would never fail to make you feel better. Daveed told you all his secrets, you told him all of yours. Well, except the fact that you knew Tom was cheating on you. You dialled his number and he picked up, instantly, almost too quickly.

“Hey (Y/N), Whatsup,” Daveed greeted in a cheery tone.

“Hey are you home?” You asked, maybe a bit too quietly.

“Yeah, what’s up?” He questioned, dropping into a more serious tone for this situation.

“Uhm. If I asked you to help me out. Would you say yes?”

“Duh? Oh course, that’s what best friends are for!”

“Okay. Well, can I stay at your place?”

“Sure! Wait, why? What’s happened? Are you okay?” Daveed said frantically.

“Yes I am, look can I tell you when I get to yours?”

“Okay, fine. See ya.”

“Bye.”

He ended the call, but you were still holding your phone in your hands. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe, it’s just all a misunderstanding, maybe Tom really does go on business trips. You widened your eyes and pinched yourself. You couldn’t think like that, you needed to leave. There was a busy day ahead of you, so you quickly brushed your teeth and freshened up.

Hurrying to your bedroom, you pulled out a large suitcase from underneath the bed and quickly packed it with all of the clothes from your wardrobe. Then swiftly went into the bathroom and took all of your stuff from the cabinets. Soon the apartment seemed quite empty, you took most of the decorative pieces you bought, all the photos hung on your walls. You sighed loudly. What has your life come to. You were certain that you loved him, and that he loved you. You were. You took a piece of paper and wrote on it, ‘Going on a “business trip”, (Y/N).’ You placed your keys and the note on the kitchen counter, grabbed your suitcase. You opened the door, then slammed the door shut. That was the last time you were in that apartment.

You seemed to have made your way to Daveed’s apartment faster than you thought you would. Knocking on the door, he let you in.

“Hey! (Y/N) is in the house!” Daveed shouted at the top of his lungs.

“Oh hey (Y/N)…Hold on. Why do you have a massive suitcase with you. Wait, is she moving in? What about Tom?” Rafael asked you. Rafael was also one of your best friends ever. So it was his natural instinct to be worried about you.

Your smile faltered a little bit when he mentioned Tom, the reason you wanted to come here was to forget about Tom. Erase him from your life, forever. “He’s off seeing someone else better than me and that’s fine, I guess.” You told them casually, as if it was nothing. They had extremely confused looks on their faces as you went over to the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge.

“What do you mean (Y/N)?” Daveed questioned, in a very serious voice.

You slumped down on the sofa and started to drink your beer. “It means he’s been cheating on me and I don’t care but I really do care. What was wrong with me Daveed? I don’t know what I did wrong!” You shouted as tears slipped out of your eyes.

“Okay well, I’m going to beat up that piece of shit.” Rafael said as he crackled his knuckles.

A weak smile appeared on your face. “Don’t. Please don’t, it was probably all my fault, not his.”

Daveed rushed over to your side and held one of your hands in his. “In no way is it your fault (Y/N)! You’re gorgeous, you’re talented, you’re funny, you’re witty, you’re perfect. There’s nothing wrong with you, you did nothing wrong. Tom did. Don’t blame yourself. Please.”

“Yeah I’m gonna go before you guys start making out! See ya! I’m gonna go beat him up.” Rafael shouted as he ran out of the apartment, which made you chuckle slightly.

At this point, you were staring into Daveed’s beautiful big brown eyes and he was staring into your (E/C) eyes. No words were shared between you, just lingering looks. After a bit of eyeing each other, you decided to speak up. “Thank you.”

“No problem,”

Your eyes didn’t leave his and his didn’t yours. “I think we should stop Rafa. Knowing him he’ll actually end up beating the shit out of Tom.” Daveed chuckled.

You started giggling and leaned in for a hug. At the end of the day, your best friends, are always there for you. No matter what.

Hunk’s Backstory

(this (first part) is based off of some text post I saw and I thought it was cute and it makes sense as to why Hunk loves everyone and is soft and warm)

-Hunk’s mom and dad had been together in college (evidently creating him) but after about a year(a month or two after he was born) his father came out to his mother as gay, and his mother (relieved) came out as gay as well.

-They both agreed it would be easier to just raise him together though instead of fighting for custody, so they live in a house while also not being together.

-At age 5, his Father meets someone and at 6, they get married.

-At age 7 his mother meets someone and at 9 they get married.

-Hunk lives with his 2 mothers and 2 fathers in the same house, growing up happy and warm and safe with his mama and mom and dad and papa.

-His uncle (on his mom’s side) would often come and play with Hunk and had bonded with him.

- Hunk learned mechanics and how to tinker with his Uncle, his Uncle telling him that he would one day be good enough to go into space as the engineer to a pilot.

-His Uncle often told him of stories from when he was an active engineer (he had gotten caught in a work accident that left him unable to work at his old job) and it was always amazing to Hunk about how smart his uncle was, and how he wanted to be just as smart when he grew up.

-Hunk had met Lance when a friend of his Papa’s had introduced their son, Lance, to him.

-At first Hunk was very nervous so he had trouble speaking to him at first, but once they started seeing each other more Hunk started to warm up to him.

-After that they became best friends!

-Hunk and Lance would back each other up whenever the other was getting picked on or in trouble, they were nearly inseparable.

- Lance also knew Hunk’s Uncle, and just how much he meant to Hunk, and even how much he meant to Lance.

-Hunk’s Uncle would often help Lance with his homework, or if he didn’t understand something, Hunk’s Uncle would patiently explain to him out to do it.

-Hunk’s Uncle was much of a roll model to the two boys, a kind, honest man, with a warm presence and a way of calming everyone down with just a small smile.

-Not to mention his way with the ladies(Lance had always admired him, and will always, for this.)

-But at age 12 it had been announced that his uncle has cancer and most likely wouldn’t make it to next year.

-About a half a year later his uncle was sent to the hospital, and Hunk didn’t get to see him as much anymore, and after about a year, his uncle had been pronounced dead.

-Hunk was very…lonely after that. Drawing in on himself, distancing himself from everyone around him. The once glowing presence of Hunk seemed to dim, and grow cold the more time passed.

-That is, until his parents and Lance had come talk to him about his feelings. The emotions he tried to keep welled up inside him came flowing out like an avalanche, sobbing as he tried to hold onto as many of them as he could, holding on as tight as possible.

-After that, Hunk felt that it would be best to just wear his emotions on his sleeve, Lance telling him to always come to him if he needed a friend.

-Once he turned 14, he realized he would be nearing the age that was allowed to join the Garrison, a school that would teach people from 15-21 engineering and piloting/other skills of that nature.

-Hunk had always known he wanted to be an engineer, but what kind? He could never decide on one but his mind always revolved back to his Uncle and how he would tell Hunk he would be good enough to accompany a pilot (Lance would always claim it would be him).

-Hunk never really wanted that, an engineer of course, but on a spaceship? With his sensitive stomach??? I think not.

-But when he…passed away, Hunk had remembered some of the last words his Uncle had told him “Never aim for lower than the best, and never give up. Be kind, be brave, and live the best life you possibly can.”

-Those words would always repeat in his head whenever he felt like giving up, invigorating him and inspiring him to keep pushing.

-Hunk had finally decided that he would aim to be a Pilot’s engineer. Knowing it would take a lot of work but would have a willing pay out.

-Never in his life had Hunk been so into studying and learning how to be a full engineer, memorizing the names for tools and just about every screw, wire, or other thing there was.

-Lance, seeing just how hyped Hunk was, went along with it and started training with him.

-Not for engineering maybe, but piloting. He would learn the names for the different buttons on the console, he would devote himself to learning the controls of all the newest planes and space ships that the scientists and engineers had thought up.

-Hunk, much like his Uncle, would help Lance with his homework and patiently answer his questions and had never once made Lance feel stupid for not quite understanding.

-Hunk and Lance would always talk about their dream school, the Garrison.

-When the time came for them to turn in their slips for the places they wanted to go, it ended up being about a year before they were officially accepted to the Garrison.

So yeah! That’s…about it for now…sorry this kinda hops from one thing to another it’s like…kinda late and I’m tired.

okay but luke would totally be that guy who’d make you slide around the house with him in your socks and he’d accidentally bump into you and he’d just giggle and catch you before you fall but end up slipping and falling too

Hey, it’s jeongguks grill ya girl, Nikki, back at it again with another follow forever \ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ/ I didn’t include everyone i’ll do that in my 3rd one when i hit my milestone i promise but these are some of the blogs !! (ily all tho)

I guess you can say this is a mini follow forever ?? ? idk //sobs

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they deserve much more but for now some pixel art! as I said I found it pretty fun so I continue doing it xdd
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I had fun with all of them, they are all so unique and cute! <3
hope you like them I did it with all my love uvu <3

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Recrudescence

You still ache for him, don’t you? No matter how much you try to steal yourself away from his shelf where the collection of girls he ruined were displayed, you still pin yourself to where you are standing, as you stare at him, waiting for him to finally gaze at you again and pick you. But he didn’t. He won’t. He would just look at you with pity and go back to collecting other girls who are as naive as you.

You would turn your back and pretend to forget all the nights you spent thinking how perfect it could be to feel your head rested on his shoulder or how it would be nice to roam the streets of Paris while holding his hand. You would get up from your bed every morning even if you didn’t sleep at night and try so hard not to look for him in the faces of strangers you bump with in the terminal of the train. You would bite your tongue every time it itches to utter his name but you would end up swallowing your blood mixed with the bitter taste of his memories.

You would feel this fury for him every time you realize how much time he spent formulating a fake love you believed in. You would get mad at yourself even more every time you realize how much of a fool you were for believing in him. But at the end of the day, when memories start to caress your skin again like an old friend waiting for a company just for tonight, you could never deny the fact that you miss him. You miss him not matter how much bullshit he put you in. You miss him even if you still can’t find yourself after losing it inside his pocket. You miss him and you want him back but you shouldn’t anymore.

You still ache for him and the wave of pain gets stronger than the last time it hit you until you’re drowning in the middle of the ocean of fantasies you used to build.

anonymous asked:

52. Biggest turn ons! ;)

Goddamit anon, well since you asked it’s strategic biting, similar senses of humor, if I’m able to carry on a conversation with you without it being predictable, uhm what else. Advanced sarcasm techniques. And the rest you’d have to find out in person

Title: Blind Dates Aren’t That Bad

Words: 2414

Warnings: Sexual Shit (;

Written for Anon 

Author’s Note: Uh, he’s yummy & I’ve been working on this for quite a long time. I didn’t like it the first 8 times I wrote it & there was A LOT of re-writing. Anyways, enjoy!

You rushed into the coffee shop that (y/f/n) told you to go to. She had set you up on a little blind date, she didn’t even bother to give you his name all she said was to show up at 10 and sit in the 3rd booth right across the window. Glancing down at your watch the time read 9:57 so you had just a smidgen of time to spare. You walked into the coffee shop wearing black high waist shorts with a gray daisy crop top that barley showed off your stomach. 

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snitch-golden  asked:

Ok so I have a question and I figured you're probably the best one to ask. So I've been frantically searching for new ronmione accounts/fics/pretty much anything and there's literally nothing. Maybe I'm not looking hard enough but I'd figure I'd just ask you. Love you're account by the way and I'm sooo excited for you and jessie:)

fam… thank you so much for thinking of me r u ready

so first of all are accounts and basically everyone over at the @romionesquad are amazing hp/romione accounts and they’re all so lovely and <33 you should definitely check out the members page bc they’re all perfect blogs w a lot of romione omg 

@otterandterrier made a wonderful blog specifically for listing active romione blogs called @romionedirectory and it has specific categories of blogs (it’s amazing, honestly) so i’d suggest looking there for blogs/fic/anything r/hr related really. it’s got pretty much everyone who posts about romione listed and it’s just a gem tbh

the romione community on tumblr is rly welcoming and there are a lot of fic writers that post/update fairly regularly so you should check them out!! there are a few blogs dedicated to reccing fic but most notably @ffictionrec who has an incredible and well organised blog (also @rhrmasterlist was a blog set up to document all fanfic so check that out!!) 

also there was a fic competition to celebrate all the fic that was wrote in 2015 @romioneawards, a smutfest earlier this year @romionesmut, and the secret santa i hosted last year @romionesecretsanta and these all have amazing romione based work and content

i only know of two new on-going fics atm: what’s changed and what hasn’t  by holly1492 and love me forever by @aloemilk which are both post-war and both amazing gosh

also just some awesome ppl who deserve a mention but weren’t listed in any of the above: @diva-gonzo @theperksofshippingromione @ladyknightley @coyotelaughingsoftly @rongasm (there are definitely more i’m just forgetful)

uhm what else ??? idk but if anyone wants to reblog this and add things they’re more than welcome to!!

(ALSO THANK YOU I AM ALSO REALLY EXCITED FOR ME AND JESSIE who btw is also an a+++++ romione shipper but i’m guessing u already knew that oh well i’m tagging her anyway @stuckwith-harry hey wifey ;)

The Queen of Misleading

So because I was talking about album 6, Syd and I got on the topic of some of Taylor’s best lies when it comes to misleading people on who her songs are really about… Here’s a couple of our favorite ones:

  • She tried implying EHC was about Conor yet she wrote and recorded that song with Ed before she even met Conor.
  • She implied IWYW was about Harry by saying her ex had bought a house near her, even though Harry didn’t buy it until 2014. However Dianna bought one close to her shortly before Taylor wrote the song in 2013.
  • While talking about Clean in an interview she did with Elle, she said, “Someone I used to date—it hit me that I’d been in the same city as him for two weeks and I hadn’t thought about it. When it did hit me, it was like, Oh, I hope he’s doing well. And nothing else.” Uhm what? Harry hadn’t been there for weeks. He had been in LA/Jamaica for most of the time Taylor was there. He eventually came back to London, but was only there for 2 days while Taylor was there. Also unless Taylor was stalking 1D blogs she wouldn’t have known he was there since only a few fan pics were taken. But even then it doesn’t make sense cause he wasn’t there for 2 weeks, he was there for 2 days in the same time frame as her. To make it even worse Harry wasn’t born in London, and Harry didn’t (and still doesn’t) live in London. He’s only ever in London for work because he splits his time between LA and Cheshire. Taylor said London to make it sound like him, but it makes 0 sense, and she was just misleading people. Again.
  • Taylor also tried making it seem like IKYWT was about Harry. Taylor wrote this song in July of 2012, and based off of this masterpost, she would have only been in the same city as Harry a few times. Also she was ‘with Conor’ at the time as well so?? Stick to one beard at a time T! Anyway, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see this song isn’t about him, but she made everyone think it was. In the music video, her male co star had the same ship tattoo Harry does, yet Harry hadn’t even gotten it yet. About a month later, Taylor accompanied him to Shamrock to get the tattoo, AND THEN she released the video. He had only had the tattoo for 4 days, and then she released it, yet it was filmed the month prior. Taylor knew he was getting that tattoo beforehand and took advantage of it. To make it even worse, while accepting awards for this song at the Grammys and the VMAs, she used a British accent to again make it seem like this song was about Harry. 
  • In an interview she did on the View, they were talking about the line in WTNY that says, “and you can want who you want, boys and boys and girls and girls,” and Taylor had said she wrote that following gay marriage being legalized in NYC. Except it was legalized in 2011… Nice try, Swift. Just a couple years off. 
  • Taylor stated YAIL is about Lena and Jack, yet Jack knew nothing about it and couldn’t pick out lyrics that seemed to be taken from him and Lena’s relationship. He didn’t recognize any of it.

This is the stuff that makes me chuckle. Half of these have numbers and dates attached to them, so you can’t dispute she’s lying and trying to mislead people. You know what the antis do? They just ignore it. 

Just goes to show how easily Taylor can spin things 🐸☕️

Something Very Important

Just felt like writing some Bellarke fluff. 

Also I’ve started a drabble collection on ao3 of my shorter pieces. 


“Clarke.”

Clarke looked over at Bellamy, who was sitting across the table from her.

“Yes?”

“I have something important to tell you,” he said in a serious voice.

Clarke straightened up, closing the patient file she had been reviewing in preparation for their appointment the next day. She gave him a nod to continue, feeling her nerves begin to boil in her stomach.

“I love you,” he stated solemnly.

Clarke’s mouth set in a hard line, oh god . But then he didn’t continue.

“And?” She prompted.

“And nothing. I love you,” His voice catching at the end, as he tried and failed to stifle a smile.

She let out a groan of frustration and flicked her pen at his stupid grinning face. “I hate it when you do that, you asshole! I thought you were going to tell me you got fired, or had a terminal illness. Of course you love me, we’re married, you doofus”

“Yeah, but still.”

“You are by far the worst husband I’ve ever had.”

“But alternatively, I’m the best husband you’ve ever had,” He retorted, coming around the table to her.

Clarke crossed her arms over her chest and felt a rush of victory when she saw his eyes flicker downward for a moment before sticking out her tongue at him and saying, “Nuh-uh, worst.”

“But, I love you,” he replied, pulling her up to stand against him.

Clarke put a exaggerated thoughtful look on her face. “Hmm, Okay. Okay. Interesting point. What else?”

“Uhm, I love you?”

“See, that’s where you were supposed to say something new.”

“You lost me.”

“Okay,” She said, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’ll go slower. What else have you got Blake?”

Now he put a thoughtful look on his face, “I knew I had another argument… Oh wait, I remember!”

With that, he slid his arms under her thighs and lifted them up around his waist, where they automatically hooked behind his back. He began to walk to their bedroom, giving her smacking kisses to punctuate each word as he said, “I. Love. You.”

She chuckled against his mouth, “Well why didn’t you use that argument before? It’s obviously a winning one.”

“Hah! I win!” He said, sitting down on the edge of the bed with her still wrapped around him, sliding his fingers under shirt along her back.

She looked down at him, with his tousled hair and lips slightly swollen from her kisses in a big goofy grin and replied softly, “No, pretty sure I won Bell.”