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A zimbits Fic

Check, Please! (In the restaurant sense. Not the hockey sense)

Pairing: Zimbits

Jack Zimmermann just wants to impress his boyfriend. Too bad he tried way too hard and Bitty doesn’t really know how to handle it. It’s a good thing milkshakes fix everything.

The restaurant is gorgeous. It’s absolutely breathtaking. It’s everything that Eric expected from a fancy restaurant, but Christ Almighty it’s the most expensive establishment Eric’s ever set foot in.

“Sweetpea, you didn’t tell me it was going to be this fancy! I would have worn something nicer!” Eric whispers to Jack as their waiter escorts them to their table. Their table that Jack reserved for them weeks in advance! Jack had literally been planning this date for months and Eric was so awed by his dedication that he didn’t bother to look up the restaurant beforehand. It’s obvious now that he should have.

“You look great, Bits, trust me. I think you’re dressed appropriately. They haven’t kicked us out yet, eh?.” Jack says and the corners of his lips turn up into just about the sweetest smile Eric’s ever seen. Eric would swoon if he didn’t know that Jack was only saying that because he was trying to be a good boyfriend. Eric compares his outfit, the same suit he’s worn to every formal event since he was eighteen, to Jack’s outfit, a sleek brand-new tailored suit that probably cost 10 times as much as Eric’s. There’s really no comparison, Eric is under-dressed.

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internallydeceased  asked:

will there be any more of the external forces au?

You can find part one and two: HERE.

External Forces: Part 3 - 

Laying his head against her currently flat belly, Jamie sucked in a breath and closed his eyes. They hadn’t spoken since Claire’s confession, he’d simply curled up beside her and let a dull calm overtake his previously ignited ire.

Pregnant.

Dhia.

Unable to fully grasp the concept, Jamie had taken up his place. His ear right next to Claire’s womb. He hoped something might pass between the two of them, something more tangible than fragile words.

Claire, worn down by the events of the day, had slid her hands through Jamie’s wild hair and slumped her shoulders against the headboard. Semi-relaxed, she’d managed to convince herself that Jamie wouldn’t lay a hand to her now – lost as he was to the imagining of their child growing steadily inside her.

“What are you thinking?” she whispered, a large lump forming in her throat at the thought of things lost to this new reality.

“When…” he began, his voice wavering as he spoke the words, “when will ye ken for certain?”

Counting backwards, Claire began to think about the actual dates. She was *never* late. In all the years since her courses had begun, she had never been even a day behind. It was like clockwork.

“I know, now. For sure,” she returned, her voice steady and certain. “It’s been t-three,” she stammered, trying to be accurate with her timings. “Just about three weeks since I should have…had my courses.”

Thinking over the options in his head, Jamie contemplated what returning to Leoch might entail.

They could of course. It would be safer there. Colum might not be particularly pleased by his newly wedded status, but nor could he annul their marriage. Dougal, however, remained a loose canon.

Claire’s mind was equally busy. Whatever her original plans, she could hardly run away now. It had been clear from the moment she’d announced her news how excited Jamie was at the prospect of becoming a father. Knowing how desperately she wanted a child, there wasn’t a chance she’d take that opportunity away from him.

…and no way she would compel Frank to raise another man’s child. Letting her hands flop against the rough mattress, Claire allowed all thoughts of returning to the 20th century to drain from her bones.

Her heart trembled and stuttered, the numb feeling snaking through her veins from her toes upwards.

Claire watched as Jamie viewed her lower half as if it’d suddenly developed magical properties, his soft breathing washing over her stomach, through the thin material of her shift. She didn’t need to see his face to know how he’d look. His eyes would be shining with tears, his mouth twitching upwards in a childlike smile as he contemplated their future.

He already loved her.

She could feel it emanating from every inch of him.

Shock pulsed violently through her, and she had to ball her hands into fists to stop her belly from betraying her. Having spent so much time fighting against the tide, pushing away all feelings of contentment, Claire had never once considered the truth of the matter. A truth that had so vividly, now, made itself apparent.

“I need some air,” she whispered, her throat battling to let the words out whilst keeping the bile at bay.

Shaking her legs free of the covers she’d tangled herself in, Claire fled the room, not waiting to see if Jamie followed her or not.

Grabbing her robe from the chair, she pulled it around her shoulders as she marched down the stairs, ignoring the silence her approach brought to the men still hovering in the tavern below.

Throwing the doors open, she dashed into the night, her bare feet sinking into the thin mud path that lay at the entrance. Paying little mind to much else, Claire listened for the steady babble of the stream, the calming ebb and flow of its waters calling her forward.

Rising in the sky above her, the moon shone through the boughs of the trees, lighting the water at her feet as she splashed her toes, the cold spray keeping her completely in the present.

Closing her eyes, Claire let the minutes slip away, all thoughts banished as the chilly wind whipped through the branches, lifting her hair and sweeping it across her face.

From a distance, Jamie watched, his eyes focused solely on Claire. Already he understood her dilemma. He knew well the clouds of her past. Emotions running high, she’d been brought to the castle, threatened, held captive - albeit politely - and then forced to marry him without truly having time to process her owns wants and desires.

He was fortunate. He’d known from the beginning that he wanted her. So to have her as his bride and now, to have a family to call his own – Jamie knew the fates had been on his side.

Claire was not so lucky. Leaving her be, Jamie perched himself on a root and simply watched. Just in case she needed him.

As the numbness began to subside, Claire felt rather than saw Jamie behind her, her silent protector.

The thought made her smile, her heart warming at the reminder. Whatever her *predicament* Jamie was ever vigilant, ensuring she came to no harm. Shaking her head, she dipped her fingers into the burn. She should have realised sooner, the signs had been there all along, written clearly over every action Jamie had ever bequeathed to Claire.

Just how long he’d felt this way, she could only guess.

“Since ye wept in my arms…at Leoch,” Jamie answered, startling Claire from her quiet contemplation as she swirled around, sending splashes of water up in the air.

“So long?” She questioned, ignoring the fact that she hadn’t realised she’d voiced her thoughts out loud.

“Aye, Claire. How about you?”

Their pact suddenly reared its head as Jamie’s eyes lowered, his throat bobbing as he swallowed and dipped his head as he communicated silently with Claire.

She knew she couldn’t lie.

Lost in the moment, Claire’s breath caught in her throat…

‘Check mate!’ Frank’s voice filtered through the darkness, distant memories renewed as Claire fought to understand Jamie’s question. ‘Nowhere else to go now, Claire!’ He jested, triumphantly.

…”Not at long as you,” she heard herself saying, her hands trembling with the assurance of the evidence she presented to herself.

‘The truth will out, Claire. Just be honest with yourself, and all will be right with the world.’

This time it was Uncle Lamb. His voice, the voice of reason, stilled her pounding heart as she glanced back up at Jamie just as he looked back to her.

“Do ye ken when, exactly?” He probed, his eyes alight with a sort of mild joy that he didn’t want to fully bask in until he’d heard her actually admit it.

“I liked you at Leoch,” she began, sensing Jamie’s excitement, watching as he pursed his lips, hurting just a little as disappointment crept in. “B-but that led me to marry you. No matter what,” she clarified, eager to bring back his elation, “I wouldn’t have gone through with it had Dougal suggested anyone else.”

“Aye…” Jamie whispered, coaxing her to continue.

“That night,” reaching out her hand, she bid him forwards, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as he came to her, “as the dust settled and the world quieted around us,” shaking away her poetic notions, Claire gripped Jamie’s fingers tightly as she licked her lips and took one final –deep– breath. “That was the first time I allowed myself to contemplate what love might actually look like. T-that was the night…honestly and truly…that I fell in love with you, Jamie Fraser.”

Shuddering with the weight of her confession, Claire slid forward, catching herself in Jamie’s arms as he pulled her against his chest.

She could feel his heart, its strong pulse beating against her chest as her wrapped his large palm around her neck and swayed her with the breeze as the evening settled around them.

“I love you,” she half whispered-half cried, tears rolling down her face and onto his shirt as she voiced the words again and again, the truth finally broken free of its cage. “I love you.”

“Then let me take ye home, Claire, please…” Jamie returned, his spirit lightened by Claire’s admission.

“Yes, Jamie,” she replied, her thumb twirling Jamie’s wedding ring around her finger, “take me home…”

“Aye,” Jamie sighed, “home…to Lallybroch.”

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What’s your all-time favorite look you’ve worn for an event or red carpet? -  “I don’t know, each one is different — it’s like asking your favorite Disney character! You have different favorites for different reasons. But I had a pretty fun Cannes this year. I wore this beautiful blue Vivienne Westwood gown, which felt like when you’re a little girl and you’re playing dress-up and when you go to Disneyland and you get to meet the princesses and get their autographs, and you think, I want to be them. I would give anything to wear that dress and work at Disneyland and be a Disney princess! I felt like I got to do that.”

anonymous asked:

this might be a dumb question but do their make up artist cover mark/youngjae's tattoos when they need to wear shorts or sleeveless shirts?

Mark hasn’t worn shorts in public events since he did his tattoo. Youngjae’s tattoo was spotted during one of the performances but it was accidental. I think the members themselves try to cover their tattoos, they’ve never talked about their make up artists covering them.

Mun Stuff.

(Ya’ll can ignore this..)

I’m going to say that I am severely terrible with words and also terrible on conveying how I feel. But with the incident that happened, I did take it a bit personal and that following night my job just crushed my entire mood completely, which kinda caused me to lose my muse for Rayne. I haven’t been on since that post but I now just seen the messages and replies some of you all left and it actually made me cry a bit for I wasn’t actually expecting that at all.It made my day right now a bit better. And also to the ones who stayed on anon for those nice words, thank you a lot and also to the mun who thinks you are bothering, you are not. I don’t get bothered that easily. ^^

But unto serious business, I will be taking the advice I received in the message I got and will be turning off anon once I get home and it will be off until further notice. I just need a breather for now but hopefully, I will turn it back on as soon as possible.

And although I would tag the people who left the messages, I don’t want to bother, but that you again. Like a lot ^^ Also I know this whole post is a jumbled mess but it is four o’clock in the morning, I’m at work, and mad exhausted. But further ado, I will be back and will be slowly getting to replies (drawn/written)

“ALSO TONERE TO THE COWARD WHO IS MESSING WITH THE CHOCOBEAN OF A BOSS. Leave your shitty COWARDICE in the FUCKING TOILET!!”

Honeymooners- Soonyoung Fluff

Originally posted by hoshhoshi

Request: i’ve been reading a lot of your fics and i really like them!! (also, high five 02 liner lol). If I could request, can I ask for a Hoshi or Jun fic where you’re going on your honeymoon but like, everything goes really badly and it’s a bit angsty because you get in a bit of a fight but all in all it’s real fluffy and you end up having a good time? Thank you!!!

Word Count: 1189

Genre: Fluff

Member/Group: Soonyoung (Hoshi) of SEVENTEEN

Summary: Whoever said honeymoons were supposed to be ‘the most relaxing thing ever’ had clearly never experienced anything like this before.

Author: Admin Cloud


 “Hey sweetie, have you seen the- OH MY LORD Y/N WHAT HAPPENED.” Soonyoung stumbled at the entrance to the bathroom as he was greeted by a terrifying sight. You were sitting on the edge of the bathtub with a line of crimson dripping off your knee as you made a sad attempt of trying to grab the band aids on the sink’s edge. The struggle was completely futile, as there was simply no way you were going to be able to reach without your now-husband’s help. Soonyoung whipped out a band aid from the box and a took towel out of the cabinet to press down on the small cut. “Why are you bleeding?”

 “I was trying to shave my legs before we went to the beach, and my hand slipped so I ended up cutting my knee on accident.”

 “Aish, what would you do without me here to help you with your battle wounds, you clumsy girl…”

 “Hey! I may be clumsy, but you were the one who married this tornado of destruction!” A pout settled on your lips as Soonyoung’s angelic laugh filled the air. He placed the freshly opened bandage on the cut, and set a light kiss on your lips. 

 “Oh, I was going to ask if you knew where the sunscreen was. I’m packing the beach bags, but I can only find the SPF 15 and I am not about that crispy melanoma filled lifestyle Y/N.” (Quick note: Always wear sunscreen out, especially if you live in a hot state like I do! Skin cancer and wrinkles is not worth a tan that will be gone by the next summer!) 

 “I think I put the SPF 50 in my blue suitcase… go check there.” Soonyoung nodded and set off to complete his task.

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Discarded Doubts

Alternate Title: Double “D”  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
3 or 4-some with [Edward/Arno/Reader] requested by @thosechocolatebrowneyes

Pair: Arno Dorian x Edward Kenway x Reader
Word Count: Manageable (4,376)
Rating: NSFW
Warnings: None


“You can still back out, you know.”

“I have no intention to. Why would I?” You ask.

“Because it was just a silly game. We don’t expect you to actually—”

“What? Go through with it? You sure you aren’t the one who wants out of this arrangement?”

A silly game is an understatement.

Most of the time within the Assassin headquarters, especially with the tentative peace that now reigns in the region, initiates and masters alike can spend their free time as they please. Training is encouraged, patrols are still mandatory, and — well, outside the eyes of others, there’s playtime to be had.

The masters preferred more refined practices — taking in the city sights, cultural refinement, and anything else that proved beneficial while also relaxing. The initiates, however? Gambling. Lots of it.

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Once, I was going to a film event and someone told me not to wear high heels to it. They said that it might intimidate the men. For some reason, I was ready to take their cue, but about an hour later something in my head started ringing and I thought, That is the worst advice anybody’s ever given me. I wore the highest heels I’ve ever worn to that event. If someone needs me to belittle myself in any way to make themselves feel better in my company, fuck them

Alice left Lavinia Podmore’s store feeling far more overwhelmed than she could have ever anticipated. With papers in her hands to read over and discuss with Frank before their consultation, she headed over to a quieter area to clear her head and get a grip on the situation at hand as her eyes skimmed over the papers. Being so lost in thought, it took her a moment too long to realize someone was attempting to get her attention. “Sorry, hello!” 

Someone asked “Fred Weasley is bisexual and aroflux /H”

(Showed up in activity feed, but not our inbox.)

One of Fred’s personal projects when he and George open their shop is to finally create his line of bi joke products. It includes a powder inspired by Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder that, when thrown, creates a pink, purple, and blue cloud of smoke that allows the user to escape from biphobic people and situations. (It becomes so popular that he creates powders in as many pride colors as he can.) He also has sweets that will become near impossible to chew if the person eating them starts to say something queerphobic. And he makes ridiculous pink, blue, and purple hats that spout bi puns and proclaim their wearer’s pride at anyone they pass. These become popular at parades, and a few get confiscated by the Ministry because they were worn to muggle pride events. Muggles grew suspicious when the funny hats started giving intelligent answers to questions asked of the wearer.

He starts getting requests from his friends in the a-spec community, so he starts a line just for them. Aros love the mini “bow and aro” sets that shoot (harmless) arrows that trail green, white, grey, and black smoke. Aces love the decks of cards (nothing but aces of course) where each card can be thrown into the air and it will fold itself into an origami dragon that glides back down. During the next year’s Ace Awareness Week a student walks to the middle of the Great Hall during breakfast, yells ACES WILD, and throws the entire deck.

Fred’s favorite thing is when customers come in and tell him what shenanigans they got into with his products.

- Ravenclaw Mod

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When the difficult and life building event has passed and the stress that carried along with this event has worn, let us thank God for guiding us through it. We must begin to look for new opportunities to learn and challenge ourselves further as we progress and move forward in our careers. While one may be completed, let us continue to look for the next as we constantly grow ourselves in new ways.

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I realized I didn’t do a thing I wanted to do! 
Cosplays of 2014!

These are only the ones worn out at events and conventions and such!  There were a ton more costumes bought but not used yet so hopefully the cosplays of 2015 post will be bigger and better!  :)
Still a great year though, I might say!

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Ákwà Ḿmírí (’water cloth’), Igbo cloths made from locally grown and hand-spun cotton yarns. [Left] Cloth purchased from Ibagwa Ani, Edemani, Ezzamgbo, Fowler Museum at UCLA. [Right] Loincloth made before 1932, Smithsonian Design Museum. This was the cloth worn for daily use before western clothing became popular, they’re still worn during cultural events.

You Saved Me

Imagine: Matt Murdock saves you from being crushed by debris during the fight at the end of the first avengers and they find out they live near each other. You guys end up bonding and there’s a little smut.

Warnings: Just a little bit of smut

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You walked down the streets of New York, enjoying the clear day. You had gotten off of work early and you were excited to get home and relax. Suddenly, everything seemed to shake, causing everyone to stop dead in their tracks. You searched for the source of the disturbance, which came from Stark Tower. 

You watched in awe as a blue beam hit the sky, causing a giant hole to open up. You knew Tony Stark was always experimenting, but this seemed really drastic, even for him. 

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Stark Enterprises Pt. 4

((I had a few different requests for this so i just threw all the ideas together for cuteness and such and here ya go))

(Word Count: 2,083)

Links to the first three parts:

http://letsasoiaftogether.tumblr.com/post/134545451576/modern-au

http://letsasoiaftogether.tumblr.com/post/135122363615/modern-au-stark-enterprises-pt-2

http://letsasoiaftogether.tumblr.com/post/135730499311/stark-enterprises-pt-3

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A Hard Bargain - Ch. 5

Originally posted by barrissoffee

Summary: With all the goodbyes said, and tears shed, Kylo’s very public demise goes forward. Though reluctant and absolutely destroyed from within by what she sees, (Y/N) agrees to go with Leia and watch. The evening return to the Resistance is both emotional and exhausting but leads to an unexpected turn.

A/N: Oookay, so I apologize in advance haha the angst is gonna get worse. BUT, I promise I will make it better. You have to read it all the way through to figure out how, no spoilers, but reader will get some peace I promise! 

Also if you’re someone who enjoys pain deep in your heart as you read haha song recs are “Shadow of the Day” Linkin Park and “Let it Go” James Bay. 


“(Y/N)…”

Not bothering to open your eyes, you laid motionless, still worn from the events over the past few days. You were physically drained and wanted nothing more than to finally drift off to sleep, which you had been deprived since sitting at Kylo’s bedside. Your nerves were too high and your mind couldn’t process anything aside from the growing anxiety you had with every stitch sewn into him.

“Hmm?”

“…Why do you stay?”

Arching a brow as you nuzzled your head further into your pillow, you gave Kylo a little shrug.

“Are you really bringing this up right now?”

Turning to look at you Kylo’s lips parted, his eyes slowly growing glossy.

“I killed my own father (Y/N)…and you’re still here. I need to know. …Are you staying out of fear…or something else?”

Finally fluttering your eyes open you saw Kylo come into your momentarily hazey vision. Taking him in you saw the welling tears in his eyes, the way his lips were just barely quivering, the obvious dark circles under his eyes, obvious even under the bandages from his fresh scar. Furrowing your brows at him you shook your head.

“…I understand why you did it Kylo. I don’t have to whole heartedly agree with it…but it’s not my journey. Whether you regret or believe it with every fiber of your being I’ll support you.”

His bottom began to quiver more now as he looked over your face.

“…Even something as monstrous as that…as unforgiveable…and you…you’re willing to stay?”

You nodded as you felt your eyelids attempt to fight off the undeniable craving of rest.  

“I love you…and you do some crazy stuff for love…so I guess that’s my thing.”

As your eyes shut, sighing to yourself, you could hear the stifled whimpers from next to you, the bed lightly shaking with each sound. Slowly opening your eyes once again Kylo was covering the lower half of his face now, hunched forward as the ripples of his pain hit you. Sitting up slowly to join him you carefully brought a gentle hand to his back. 

“I-I killed him (Y/N)…his own son…I don’t know if I can keep doing this.”

“Ssshh…it’s ok…no matter which path you choose, I’ll be there.”

Sniffling he quickly wrapped you into his bare chest with his uninjured arm, holding onto you as if you were his life support. Tears slowly fell atop your head as you just nestled your head against him.

“…Thank you…thank you.”

Placing a soft kiss to his chest with a smile, you let your eyes fall shut once again as Kylo rocked you both.


“(Y/N).”

Looking up from where you sat in the Falcon, you saw Leia, her eyes solemn as she looked over to you. From the energy her presence alone gave off, as well as her bloodshot eyes, you knew she had taken a good long while to relieve herself of her tears before coming to see you. 

“They’ll be…they’ll be starting in 30 minutes.”

Nodding with a small gulp you attempted a smile towards Leia. 

“Alright.”

Turning back to looking at the controls laying all in front of you in the captains seat of the Falcon, you carefully ran your fingertips over them. Despite the technology being rather outdated compared to what you were used to, you couldn’t help but admire it.

“Ben used to love sitting up here.”

Watching her take the seat next to you, your brow arched.

“My son…he loved to be up here.”

Smiling to yourself, imagining what Kylo looked like as a small toddler, you turned back to the control panel. In your mind, Kylo likely looked almost exactly like (Y/S/N), the fluffy head of hair, big curious brown eyes and chubby cheeks. To think a man such as Kylo was such a small innocent being like (Y/S/N), was at the least ironic, and heartbreaking. 

“I’m sure he did.”

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Luke, your royal bodyguard, had over the past year been working for you but had slowly started to become your friend instead of your bodyguard. At first you found yourself talking to him about things that were bothering you, he was always there to listen. And then he started to open up to you, sharing personal stories about himself.

Honestly, you didn’t really like the fact that you needed a bodyguard, especially since Luke was the same age as you and you would truthfully prefer to be legitimate friends with him. And if you were telling the truth, you maybe had a small crush on him.

Who couldn’t? He was gorgeous. And one of the best guys you knew. Okay, maybe it was a bigger crush than you wanted to admit to, but he didn’t have to know that. People thought it was taboo, a royal like yourself having feelings for someone of a lower class, but hell it was the 21st century, you should be able to at least have a say in that.

But of course, there was the day things changed between the two of you. “Sorry, Y/N.” Luke mumbled, walking into your room when you were in the middle of unzipping the dress you had worn to the event you were forced to attend. “It’s okay, can you actually unzip me? If you don’t mind…” You trailed off, looking across the room at him.

He looked a bit taken aback, but shuffled across the room until he stood behind you. You shivered as you felt his fingers brush over your skin, and you hope he didn’t notice. He pulled down the zipper slower that you anticipated, his hand gliding down you back.

Once you were sure that the zipper was all the way down, Luke still didn’t move. You were about to ask him what was happening, when you suddenly felt a soft pair of lips on your shoulder. Luke immediately jerked back, apologizing profusely. “Princess, I’m sorry I just couldn’t help it.”

You knew he was calling you princess because that was your title, but you couldn’t help but swoon at the name. “Luke,” You cut him off, softly calling his name and you took a step towards him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Luke it’s okay.”

He looked confused at your words, eyebrows knotting together. “What do you mean?” Luke asked, choosing his words carefully. “You mean that you, you want to um-”  He paused, looking for words. “You want me to kiss you?”

You bit your lip, not able to believe that this was happening. “I really wouldn’t mind if you kissed me.”

You stared at Luke, and Luke stared right back into your eyes. Next thing you know, Luke’s hands were on your hips pulling you flush against him and kept the bodice of the dress up as your chests touched. His lips were on your within seconds, passing right by shy touches and going straight to desperation.

for @artlukes and @classifiedluke royal!5sos blurb night!!

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