sway bars

The Bet - Logan Howlett x Reader

<b>AN: This was a request for a good, sinful friend, who waited ever so patiently for me to build muse (by watching all of the X-Men films without any pants on), and for that I am so grateful! My apologies for its inherent shite-ness, and I do hope you enjoy. It’s not set at any particular point during the cannon story line, so feel free to plop yourself at whatever point you like! Part 2 will be up as soon as I’m done dousing myself in holy water.</b>

<b>Trigger warnings: Swearing, alcohol, mentions of sexy-time, talk of dong, mention of orgasmos, talk of viagra, talk of domination, mentions of rough sex, mentions of gambling.</b>

There is no doubt; extremely stressful days at the office call for equally extreme sessions at the bar.
“What’s the cheapest drink I can get with the highest alcohol content?“ You ask flatly too exhausted to register even the slightest bit of embarrassment as the man next to you guffaws into his own glass upon overhearing your request. Ignoring him, you instead focus on the server’s bemused expression, maintaining your stone-cold facade.
"One shot of tequila coming up.” He mutters, his fascination with you evident in his searching gaze. You don’t blame him. Relatively young and formally dressed, you’re far different from his usual clientele, which seem to all be older, dark, brooding hobo types.

"Make it two.“ You shoot back as you shrug off your jacket, trying to maintain your calm, casual demeanor as the oppressiveness of the grimy dive bar hits you for the first time. You take a quick look around as you settle onto your bar-stool, your legs dangling above the floor, a telltale sign that you’re barely old enough to be there. The place is almost pitch black, the air is thick with smoke. You still manage to make out the silhouettes of numerous hunched figures, and most clear to you is the man beside you, illuminated by a dim lamp above his head.

Your attention is drawn back to the bar as your drinks are poured hastily before you. You wrinkle your nose as the putrid smell of tequila hits your nostrils, but still you manage to slide a ten dollar bill across the counter gratefully. Beginning your pre-shot ritual of deep breaths and erratic hand movements, you brace yourself for the wonderfully toxic experience to come. You grasp one glass firmly in your fist, your eyes wide in anticipation, and you swear that you can feel your liver quiver in fear as yo-

"I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” You stop, turning to the source of the interruption. The man beside you. Taking a drag from his cigar, he continues.

"Not two at once. You’re tiny. I don’t wanna have you pukin’ all over me.“
Despite your annoyance at his patronising sentiments, you find yourself melting into a puddle in your seat. It’s only now that you’ve noticed his eyes, his sculpted jawline subtly masked by a dark, unusually trimmed beard. Not only is he ridiculously ruggedly handsome, but he’s older too, something that piques your interest far more than you’d like to admit.

Needless to say, you’re at a loss for words and instead you do what any sane girl would do in order to remain composed in such a situation. You quickly down both shots, forgetting the lemon and salt completely, before slamming the empty glasses triumphantly on the counter. You hear a sharp intake of breath beside you.

"I’ll get the mop.” mutters this mysterious brooding lumberjack, as he takes a swig from his own drink.

"I promise you, that won’t be necessary.” you manage to retort as you feel the alcohol hit your system with a satisfying shudder.
"f it comes to that, I’ll aim for that asshole who tried to smack my ass when I walked in.“ He smiles at this, and you congratulate yourself- he doesn’t strike you as the kind who does this often.
"Young female ass is quite the novelty in here, that was probably the most action the old fuck has had in 20 years.” You laugh out loud at this, throwing your head back and swaying dangerously on your bar-stool, consciously allowing your skirt to ride up your thighs ever so slightly.
"And this conversation is what - the most action you’ve had in about 5?“ You reply with a smirk, your gaze falling to his hands, one clutching his glass, the other, his cigar. Fuck, even his hands are attractive. Thick and coarse looking, you begin to imagine how they feel ghosting over bare skin…
"Mhmm, you got it bub, I’m semi hard just talking to you.” He grins back at you, his voice heavy with sarcasm. You notice his gaze shamelessly wandering down your body, pausing ever so slightly over your thighs. You watch him study you and smile to yourself. This was not the kind of situation you had expected walking in here, but you were more than happy with how this was going.

"Hard from small talk, eh?” You raise your eyebrows. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Just be thankful you’re not on Viagra.”
He chuckles darkly and meets your eyes for the first time.
“Fuck, you’re cruel.” he mumbles, searching your gaze. You laugh softly and lean close enough to him to whisper.
“So how long do you last eh? 30-40 seconds?”
“On the contrary sweetheart, I reckon you wouldn’t last half as long as I would. Not with me.” He takes another swig.
“Can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard that.” you sigh, fiddling with one of your empty shot glasses.
“Can’t tell you how many times I’ve dealt with brats like you, bub.” he grunts.
“Look, I’m just sayin’, 3 minutes of grunting in the dark and disappointment may be your cup of tea, but it certainly ain’t mine, bub.” You attempt an imitation of his accent on the last word, but it fails to impress. Despite you broaching the topic in good humour, you can tell that you are genuinely pissing him off, his eyes are dark and his jaw clenched - and fuck, do you like the look of him when he’s angry. You let out a small giggle, as you continued to stare each other down.
"You’re so sure of yourself! What your secret, giving yourself whiskey-dick with that drink?“ you ask, batting your lashes at him, a part of you genuinely curious. He stubs out his cigar in a nearby ashtray and leans further towards you, his body looming over yours threateningly.
“Your kind are all the same, all bark and no bite.” The competitive edge to his voice stirs something in you, and you ghost your lips across his jawline.
His voice is a grunt now, frustration edging into his face and voice slowly but surely. He seems to be used to getting his way, and you’re sure as hell not going to give it to him.
“A bet then.” You decide, straightening up. “10 bucks says I can make you cum before I do.”
“I’m not interested in money.” He’s growling now, and his eyes still haven’t left yours. “You cum first, and I get to do as I please, for as long as I please.”
You feel yourself shudder, and a small part of you wonders if you’re way in over your head. Still, you are confident ; you have biology on your side.And worst comes to the worst, you get a good fucking… everybody wins! Still, you can’t help but feel somewhat terrified.
“Fine.” you manage. “And if I win?”
“That won’t happen sweetheart, I can assure you.” he smiles again, and this time it’s full of menace.
You pause, taking in a shaky breath.
“Alright, its a bet.” you chirp, feigning confidence, holding out your hand for a shake.
“Its a bet.” He snarls, grabbing your hand and pulling you in for a rough kiss on the cheek.

Fun Drunk

Pairing: Kol x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 808

Prompt Request: “29 49 61 with Kol x reader? thank you xoxo” - @mikaelsonsmagic

A/N: I️ only included 49 & 61 in this. Sorry! Also, the timeline of this story is from season 3 of Vampire Diaries. Enjoy!

It has been far too long since you’ve felt this amount of happiness. The men you’ve dated thus far have been great, but unfortunately, not enough for you. But later on, someone very unique finally crossed your path.

He is known by many names. Brother. Murderer. Vampire. An original. Mischievous. But his birth name is Kol Mikaelson.

You haven’t known him long, only long enough to fall madly in love with him. Elena and the others thought you were insane, some even swearing you were compelled. But that’s not the case because you wore your vervain bracelet every single waking minute.

The gang do not understand Kol the way you do. He treats you like a princess and not for a moment has he had you doubt his love for you. Yes, he may have done a terrible thing or two like breaking Matt’s hand at the Mikaelson Ball, but it’s not like he killed him. Damon and Stefan have done worse and you always used them as an example whenever your so-called friends would talk down on Kol. Even Rebekah mentioned to you that she’s never seen her brother so well behaved ever since he called you his.

Kol hasn’t physically been in your presence all day. You two texted here and there, but simply texting wasn’t enough for him so he asked for you to have drinks with him at The Grill.

You didn’t want to drink and drive so you volunteered Damon to drop you off. “Tell your psychotic lover not to drink and drive with you in the car.” Damon’s expression hardened.

You opened the car door. “Relax Damon. Elijah’s coming later to take us home.”

“He better.” Damon spat. You stepped out of the blue car, closing the door shut, then Damon sped off.

As soon as you walked into The Grill, you found Kol at the bar with his brother, Klaus beside him. It was easy to see that the two of them were exchanging words.

“Isn’t she a delight?” Kol said to his older brother, Kol’s eyes gleamed at the sight of your beauty.

“For being with you, I must say she is quite daft.” Klaus implied, then took a gulp of his drink.

“Hi baby.” You greeted Kol. Klaus shot you a grin and you mirrored him, then he left to mind his own business elsewhere.

You stepped towards Kol to welcome him with a kiss, but he stopped you midway by holding your cheek with his hand, caressing it with his thumb. “Hello darling, it’s been too long.”

“It’s been a day.” You stifled a laugh from his statement. You couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

“Well since you are a mortal, time is precious. Aren’t I correct?”

“Yeah yeah yeah. Would you just shut up and kiss me already.” You demanded, getting on your tip toes while you grasped the back of his neck with your hands to pull him in so that his lips would meet yours and you succeeded.

“Feisty one, aren’t you?” Kol smirked.

The next couple of hours spent here with your boyfriend has been very enjoyable. He always knows how to have fun and keep you entertained. You were terrible at billiards but he played with you anyways. He even let you cheat a little by allowing you to take as many turns as you needed to get your balls in. Kol paid for all of your drinks and even ordered food for you before you even thought about asking. He didn’t even look embarrassed when you sat yourself on the bar counter, swaying while singing along to your favorite song that started playing.

When The Grill was close to closing time, neither of you needed to call Elijah to come pick the both of you up because he was already parked outside waiting.

“I had an amazing time with you.” You said. Barely being able to walk straight, Kol held his arm around you to guide you to the back seat of Elijah’s car.

“And you’re always loads of fun. But also, you’re such a fun drunk.” Kol opened the car door for you, chuckling at amusement seeing you struggle to get your seat belt on. But after many attempts, you got yourself buckled and that’s when he closed the door.

Not even a minute after the car was driving on the road, Kol turned around to check on you since he didn’t hear one peep out of your mouth. He sees you knocked out cold. Your head leaning against the window.

Once he shifts back so that he’s seated properly, Elijah speaks, “I have to admit, brother. For over 1000 years, never have I come across anyone who tames you as does Y/N.”

Kol clears his throat before speaking, gazing into the distance. “She’s quite the charmer.”

Shape Of You (E.D)

Summary: This is based off the song Shape of You by Ed Sheeran. Ethan meets a girl at a bar. Does Ethan start to fall for her?

Word Count:1,967

Warnings: Sexual mentions. (brief)

A/N: Ethan is older in this, like 22/23. I know they said they wouldn’t drink, but lets just pretend they do for the time being. 

Originally posted by achromatic-soul

Ethan’s POV

The club isn’t the best place to find a lover
So the bar is where I go
Me and my friends at the table doing shots
Drinking fast and then we talk slow

“Peace!” Grayson and I shouted at our camera.

“Finally! I feel like we’ve been filming forever!” Grayson said, walking over to turn the camera off.

“At least we got the filming out the way. Now all we gotta do is edit, and have it up on Tuesday.” I said, packing up the filming equipment.

“Lets edit tomorrow. Aaron and Jack wanted to go get some drinks tonight.” Grayson said, as we were putting everything away in our camera room.

Grayson and I finally finished filming all our videos for next week. Tonight we decided to go have a few drinks with our friends Aaron, and Jack.

* * * *

We were at the bar, drinking and talking, as we waited for another round of shots. I couldn’t help but notice a beautiful girl sitting across the bar. She was sitting with a group of girls who I assumed were her friends. She had on some kind of white shirt that exposed her shoulders, showing off her lightly tan skin. Her hair was pushed back into a low ponytail, giving me a clear view of her face. Her gaze met mine, and her stained red lips formed into a smile.

“Yo E, what are you staring at?” Grayson asked, causing the guys to stop talking, and glancing in the same direction as me.

“Dude she’s hot!” Aaron said, before drinking his beer.

“Go talk to her dude!” Jack said, pushing me off my seat slightly.

“Uh I think she’s coming over here E.” Grayson said. 

And you come over and start up a conversation with just me
And trust me I’ll give it a chance now
Take my hand, stop, put Van the Man on the jukebox
And then we start to dance, and now I’m singing like

She was walking over to our end of the bar with her drink in hand. She had on some tight olive colored jeans, showing off the curves of her hips. She looked tall, but that could’ve been from the heels she was wearing.

She placed the drink down on the counter, and took the empty seat next to mine. 

“Hey, I’m Y/N.” she said, reaching out her hand to shake mine. 

“I’m Ethan. Um n-nice to meet you.” I replied nervously, grabbing her hand in mine to shake it. I noticed her well groomed nails, were polish a soft pink color.

* * * *

I introduced her to the guys. After a while they left, and so did her friends, leaving just me and Y/N. I told her about myself, and about YouTube. She thought it was pretty cool, and promise that she’ll watch some of our videos. We spent over an hour talking getting to know each other a little bit, while we enjoyed a few more drinks.

She was sitting in the bar stool, swaying back and forth to the music playing on the juke box. 

“Want to dance?” I asked, holding out my hand.

“Sure.” she smiled, taking my hand and we walked over to the dance floor.

Originally posted by cannotthinkstraight

Girl, you know I want your love
Your love was handmade for somebody like me
Come on now, follow my lead
I may be crazy, don’t mind me
Say, boy, let’s not talk too much
Grab on my waist and put that body on me
Come on now, follow my lead
Come, come on now, follow my lead

Her hands were placed on each of my shoulder, while my hands were at the small of her back as we swayed to the rhythm of the music. Her eyes were locked on the ground, I couldn’t tell if it was because she was nervous or is she was scared that I was going to step on all of her toes. Even with heels on she was still short than me. Her forehead only measured up to my chin. Chuckling at the thought of how much shorter she’ll be without the heels on. I guess she heard me, which caused her eyes to dart up at me. 

“What?” she asked, eyes meeting mine.

“Nothing, you’re just pretty short.” I said, flashing her a smile, making her playfully roll her eyes at me.

We continued to talk while we were dancing. Somewhere in the mist of our conversation, I couldn’t help but her lost into her soulful eyes. They had a sparkle to them, that captivated me. She was truly so beautiful. I guess she noticed I had stop paying attention, so she grabbed both of my hands that were resting on her back, catching me off guard. She moved them down to her waist, hooking her arms around the back of my neck. Pulling me closer. Our bodies were so close that it sent electric shocks through me as we swayed slowly on the dance floor to the music.

I’m in love with the shape of you
We push and pull like a magnet do
Although my heart is falling too
I’m in love with your body

We continued to move slowly to the music. My hands still on her waist. Wishing that they could be all over her right now. I wanted to run my hands over every line, every curve on her body. Memorizing her body. I wanted to taste her pink lips, and feel her wavy hair between my fingers. I wanted to love every inch of her.

Originally posted by pleasingpics

And last night you were in my room
And now my bedsheets smell like you
Every day discovering something brand new
I’m in love with your body

I opened my eyes to see Grayson with his phone in my face. I smacked it away, annoyed at how he always loves to wake me up.

“Woah! Did you guys have sex last night?” he asked. He raised his eyebrows, picking up a condom wrapper off the floor.

“Are you cheating on me Ethan?” Grayson said in his girl voice, fake crying into his hands. 

“Dude get the fuck out!” I yelled, throwing a pillow at him, as he was running out the bedroom.

I turned over to the other side of the bed, and the scent of Chanel perfume filled my nose. Moments from last night flashed back into my head.

* Flashback *

… picking up my pace, I started thrusting harder. Faster. Loud moans escaping her lips every time the thick length of my dick, brushed up against her clit with every thrust. I kissed her hard, feeling myself reaching that point. I gave her one more deep thrust, my groans vibrating through her body, as I released into the condom. I rolled off of her and onto my side, resting my hand on top of her waist pulling her towards me. Falling asleep with my long arm draped around her.

* End Of Flashback *

One week in we let the story begin
We’re going out on our first date
You and me are thrifty, so go all you can eat
Fill up your bag and I fill up a plate
We talk for hours and hours about the sweet and the sour
And how your family is doing okay
Leave and get in a taxi, then kiss in the backseat
Tell the driver make the radio play, and I’m singing like

I met Y/N a little over a week ago at the bar, and almost instantly we had a connection. Maybe that sounds a little cliche, but I like her, and I’m pretty sure she likes me too. We’ve been texting none stop since she left my house early that morning after the bar. She wasn’t like these other girls, she was different. She didn’t care about me being a well known YouTuber. She didn’t treat me like I was “famous”. She treated me like any other normal, average guy. I decided it was time for an actual date. I mean aside from that night, we haven’t been able to hang out or see each other because of both our busy schedules. Her with college and work, and me with filming. I finally had some time off this week, so I decided to call her up, and maybe set up a little something.

* * * *

I decided to take Y/N on a hike, and I would have a nice picnic set up for us under the beautiful LA night sky. I wanted us to be somewhere were we could be by ourselves and really get to enjoy each others company. Talk, and get to know one another a little bit better. 

She told me more about her life, as did I. We talked about her family, about good things, and even the bad things that happened in our lives. We were so comfortable with each other, and there was no doubt that the connection we had was strong. We lost track of time, and by the time I checked my watch it was already a little past midnight. I didn’t want the date to end, but I knew it was time, we both headed home. 

I made sure I had an Uber waiting for us, that way we didn’t have to walk back home. Within a few minutes, the Uber pulled up. I opened the door for Y/N, and she got in sliding towards the window with me getting in right after her. 

I wrapped my left arm around her shoulder, gently pulling her body towards mine. Letting her body fall a little on mine, so she can rest her hand comfortably on my shoulder. 

“Thank you for an amazing date Ethan.” she spoke. Her voice was low, but I was able to make out what she was saying.

“Hopefully we can do this again soon.” I said, looking at down at her with a cocked up eyebrow. This was my way of asking her on another date. 

“I’d love to.” she replied, tilting her head up, and her eyes meeting mine. Impulsively, I leaned down and kissed her. Immediately her hands found the sides of my cheeks, and she kissed me back. My hand found its way to the small of her back, pushing her closer towards me. Without breaking the kiss, she threw one leg over me, and straddle me in the back of the Uber. My other hand rested on the back of her neck. Our kisses became deeper, and more intense. I heard the driver turn up the radio, I’m guessing to block us out, but I didn’t care. 

Our kiss was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. We pulled away to see that we were in front of Y/N’s apartment complex. I was about to tell her goodbye, but without saying a word, she grabbed my hand pulling me out the backseat of the Uber. Walking me up the stairs to her apartment.

Originally posted by pleasingpics

Girl, you know I want your love
Your love was handmade for somebody like me
Come on now, follow my lead
I may be crazy, don’t mind me
Say, boy, let’s not talk too much
Grab on my waist and put that body on me
Come on now, follow my lead
Come, come on now, follow my lead

Mellow has been a little sick but this summer I’m getting her healthy. It’s funny, actually, I’ve been assessing the health of Mellow, Momo, and myself. Keeping things in check is a hands-on exercise. I’ve had this van for 5 years and only recently I’ve really found the courage to assess the problems myself with the help and inspiration of the driven and knowledgable folks I’ve met along the road (like that there tool chest, a gift from my friend Matt).
But if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that the intake regulator manifold on an air-cooled temp sensor module can overheat if your sway-bar distributor isn’t timed correctly with the fuel spark terminals. *calls dad* 👀



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Swift springs 16/12k
HeatMaker FLCA 25mm extended/notched
HeatMaker Hotside S14 knuckle
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Powertrix tension rods
Stillen Sway bar
Energy Suspension sway bar and steering rack bushings
OEM Nissan S14 inner/outer tie rods
GoldStar Garage custom Mcpherson steering conversion
PBM V2 S13 drop knuckles
Powertrix RUCA
Powertrix toe rod
PBM solid subframe bushings
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The ones that all the 240 guys want.
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SerialNine shift knob

It’s Your Turn

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Namjoon x Reader

Prompt by my dearest @eradikeats-writes

Snippets of your journey through life together. Fluff with implications of smut.

Word Count: 1.4k

The bar scene was not  exactly your favorite. You found it all to be repetitive and tiresome. Always full of the same types of people, pushing the same types of lines. Saying anything and everything to make sure they had someone to help them warm their bed by the end of the evening. Tonight was no exception.

Your fingers played idly with the rim of your wine glass, counting the seconds until your roommate would finally close the deal with the cute financial analyst she’d been chatting up all night so you could finally leave.

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username4252  asked:

37 with peter parker, i need some awkward fluffy stuff man

37.’ Stop ding that. it’s very suggestive and strangely attractive.’

Originally posted by spiderholland

you tapped your fingers on the table of the common room. you were so bored, everything seemed to have lost it’s interesting parts. the world had lost it’s magic and you were here sitting with peter as he scribbled something in his notebook.

‘pete,’ you said and he hummed in response, not sparing you a look.’i’m bored.’ he hummed again and continued to write god knew what ballad. you slapped his hand lightly and he finally kept the notebook down.

‘(y/n),’ he said. ‘I know you are bored but I have this important thing to finish.’ he tapped his notebook. you sighed, you had nothing good to do and peter wasn’t helping either. you plugged in your earphones and stood up after saying ‘you do that.’ and patting his shoulder.

at first you were just walking around the room, then you started lilting and finally swaying your waist and hips to the music. you never really could sit still while listening to music. peter had completed his work and finally cocked his head up to see where you were. his jaw nearly dropped to the floor when he saw you going down, swaying grabbing the window bar you were using as a pole. you laughed and got up again, you were so silly sometimes.

‘hey,’ peter called out with crossed arms and a hint of a smirk. you didn’t listen at first but then he shouted your name and you finally turned around. you quirked your brows to know the reason of the sudden interruption. stop doing that.’ he said and you furrowed your brows. ‘that very suggestive and strangely attractive.’

you opened your mouth a couple of times to speak but you didn’t know what to say. so, you looked down and then at him and gave him a wink before strutting towards him. he gave you a confused look as you stood towering him. to say he was spiderman but he had no experience with such situations.

‘I-I’m good, (y/n) the stripper. and I am underage’ he pointed and you rolled your eyes. you grabbed his arm and helped him to his feet. you kept his hands on your waist and plugged one of your earphone in his ear. he gulped, he was blushing furiously and his hands were ghosting on your body. he didn’t now what to do.

‘dance with the stripper.’ you grinned and started swaying your waist to the music again. he was hesitant so you stopped. ‘peter parker, you need to move your ass.’ you grabbed him and started leading him like a man.

‘wai- you know salsa?’ he asked as you extended your arms and he was sent back a little. you nodded with a smug face and he chuckled. ‘this is… fun.’

‘innit?’ you giggled. ‘know, know, don’t be shy.’

‘okay then.’ with those simple words he changed the position of his hands and kept them on your waist. you wrapped your hands around his neck and sighed contently.

‘yay, you’re finally a man.’ you teased him. he chuckled and shook his head. he tightened his grip around your waist making you almost squeal.

‘want me to be more of a man,’ he brought his face closer to yours. ‘or would this be enough?’ he breathed.

‘depends.’ you smirked. you don’t know who made the first move, but the song was soon forgotten and you two ended up making out on the love eat.

‘(y/n) I got- OH MY WEET LORD!!’ tony shrieked. both of yours eyes widened in horror. peter quickly shuffled of you and tried to fix his hair.

‘what happened?’ clint walked in after him. he looked at peter who was trying to wipe off the red lip balm of yours off his mouth. ‘oh…’ he pointed his finger at you two. ‘nice. I won the bet.’ he smiled. ‘come on, tony. let the kids continue.

‘CONTINUE?!’ tony said in disbelief. ‘we need to talk about this,young man’ he pointed a finger at peter. peter gulped not knowing what to do.

‘run for your life peter!’ you chuckled. he gave them a quick smile before dashing out of the room.

‘you stop right there, you dumbass!’ tony ran after him leaving you and clint laughing.


For Ms. Gotham’s We Live For Love (bc we honestly want more of it):

“Pat and Neil met exactly the same way as Jamie and Claire did - and ended up touring the world together, marrying in 1982 and raising two daughters”

Wee Frasers on tour perhaps, with their parents?

We Live For Love 

“Can you help me with the countdown?”

Five-year-old Faith Fraser – a spitting image of her mother, from her tight brown curls to her purple leotard, bright blue tights, and mini red Converse high-tops – almost bounced with excitement.

“One – two – three – four!” she exclaimed.

Jamie – perched on a stool right beside Claire in the dressing room – strummed the opening chords. Claire held a sleepy two-year-old Brianna close, gently swaying, counting the bars until she came in:

Many times I tried to tell you // Many times I cried alone…

It had been a lot harder than they had expected – returning to touring after almost six years away. From the moment Claire’s belly had started to show with Faith, they had stayed in the studio, focusing on Jamie’s songwriting and giving Claire the space she needed to focus on being a mom.

For they had secretly lost two other babies – which Jamie was convinced was due to their grueling schedule. So with this one, with Faith – everything had changed. Not that Jamie or Claire minded – four years on the road was a long time to be away from home. And even though they had their sanctuary in each other, had toured the world and had so many amazing experiences together – it was time for a break.

Always I’m surprised how well you cut my feelings to the bone…

The record label hadn’t been happy, of course. The suits had had a hard enough time knowing that Claire – their female star, who they (unsuccessfully) tried time and time again to market as a wanton sexpot – was (very happily) married, and once she and Jamie told them of the pregnancy they were afraid of losing all the respect they’d worked so hard to gain.

But they had held firm – and Jamie had gripped her hand, a strong, silent support during that terrible meeting where all parties decided to take a break from each other.

Except the Frasers, of course.

Fortunately Jamie had already built their home studio – so that is where they worked.

Don’t want to leave you really // I’ve invested too much time to give you up that easy…

Faith had arrived a month early – surprising everyone. If Claire relished her role as a mother, then Jamie absolutely delighted in his role as a father, bringing Faith with him into the studio, watching her sleep safely snuggled in her basket as he recorded song after song that he had written for her.

Between Jamie and Claire and their small circle of trusted friends – Ian Murray, Jamie’s ex-roommate and their drummer; Murtagh FitzGibbons, the club owner who had introduced them; Fergus St. Germain, a French-Canadian bassist Jamie had met one night in Montreal and who quickly became one of their closest confidants; and Marsali MacKimmie, Fergus’ bubbly American wife who also happened to be very talented on the autoharp – their lives were full. And they recorded and recorded and recorded, away from the judgment and prying eyes of record executives.

And when Brianna had arrived three years later, they had even contemplated retiring from touring altogether.

To the doubts that complicate your mind…

But then one night, Jamie invited someone over to the house for dinner. Joe Abernathy – the A&R guy at Chrysalis who had helped them so much with “Outlander,” the album that put them on the map and sold over fifteen million copies around the world.

Joe had parted ways with Chrysalis right after “Outlander”’s release – creative differences, naturally. And now he was starting up his own label – and he was looking for big talent.

He didn’t make his offer until Jamie had gone upstairs to put the girls to bed. But he was very blunt.

“You’re a star, Claire. Your records are still selling, even though you haven’t put anything out in five years. People love you.”

Claire sipped her whisky soda, pursing her lips. Thinking.

“But I’d have to tour. And I can’t leave the girls, Joe. *We* can’t leave them.”

“You won’t have to, Claire.” Joe settled back in his chair, admiring the bright night spring sky. “You’ll do it all on your terms. I’ll let you do whatever you want – however many dates you’re up to. You’re in the driver’s seat.”

She settled back in her chair, watching the light go out in the girls’ room. “You’d do that?”

“I would.”

Claire waited for Jamie to come back outside and take his seat right beside her.

“Joe wants me to sign with him,” she said softly, turning to face her husband – her muse – her rock. “He says we can tour, with the girls. On our terms.”

“As long as you have something I can sell,” Joe interjected. “Rumor has it you’ve never stopped writing or recording. Play something for me, and you have a deal.”

Jamie smirked. Claire knew – relished – that look. For he – and she – knew they would have a deal. A very, very good deal.

“Let’s go to the studio, Joe. I may have a thing or two to share.”

That night, Jamie played Joe a demo of the song that would become Claire Fraser’s comeback straight-to-number-one hit. The song they used to close out all their shows on this tour. The song he had written for his wife and daughters. The song she had started – and for which his rough voice now joined in:

We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder

We belong to the sound of the words we’ve both fallen under

Whatever we deny or embrace, for worse or for better

Brianna slept against Claire’s shoulder. Faith clapped her hands and swayed, so delighted that not only did her costume match Mommy’s tonight, but that Marsali – who along with Fergus, was a mainstay of their touring crew – had helped paint her nails with sparkles, to show that she was a star.

Claire continued her warm-up for the concert, heart bursting.

Jamie looked at her with hearts in his eyes – and switched to harmony as the chorus ended –

We belong – we belong – we belong together…


Pat Benatar - We Belong

Pat Benatar and Neil Giraldo - We Belong (live, 2014)

anonymous asked:

Dude if you're still taking prompts, how about Trimberly wedding? I need their first dance to be a song about falling for each other tho...off a cliff 😜 get it? Ten extra points if Zack does something stupid/ gives a toast as Trini's best man/ man of honor. hundred extra points if you include the adorable proposal.

Hope this delivers what you wanted. I’m still taking prompts to people that want me to write something. Alright. Cool. And that’s for the prompt dude.


Zach what if it’s a prank? What if Kim doesn’t actually want this?..“ Trini asked as as Zach helped her put her heels on.

“You’re right. It’s all an elaborate pranks we’ve been throwing for almost 9 years. And all the times she’s said I love you, she was actually talking to me. Today Kimberly and I will get married. It was a surprise for you.” All of this was said with a shit eating grin.

“You’re an ass. You know that right.”

“Yes yes I know. Now let’s get you married.”

The ceremony was just as expected. Trini laughed as Zach and Jason cried during their vows and Billy’s special surprise was fireworks. The reception was the real life of this wedding. Within an hour the dance floor was alive and the open bar was being put to use. A slightly tipsy Zach made his way to the microphone and took it from the unsuspecting DJ.

“Alrighty everybody. I know trimberly said they didn’t want this but both myself and Jason and Billy do so suck it up ladies. It’s time for their dance. I remember when Kim purposed to Trini. She did at the top of a cliff we all jumped off into a lake. It was like the first time they actually talked.” Zach downed the rest of his drink before finishing. This action worried all of the rangers a little but they had grown used to helping each other clean up messes.

“Kim said ‘I’m sorry of this’ then pulled Trini over the first time. But when she purposed she said the same thing. Trini was ready so she ran full speed ahead and practically tackled Kim over the edge. That’s how the 5 of us ended up searching a cave for hours looking for a ring. Anyway it’s time to dance ladies.” He singled the DJ to play the song he’d chosen.

As other guests began to filter off the dance floor leaving only Trini and Kim with Free Fallin’ in the background. Everyone began to laugh as the couple moved about the dance floor.

“He called us trimberly. ” Kim said into Trini’s ear. She secretly always loved being taller. It made her feel like she could protect her.

“Yeah I heard that. He can be a little stupid but at least he’s not drunk.” As they swayed the bar came into view were Zach and Jason were clearly having a shot contest with Billy keeping score. “Yet.”

“I love you Trini Hart.”

“I hope so. Your stuck with me of a little while now. I’m going to go get a glass of champagne, should I get my beautiful wife one too?” Trini asked as she kissed the taker woman’s neck.

“I think I’ll pass. Thank you though.” Kimberly returned the kiss before turning to dance with a friend from college.

As Trini got to the bar she took a glass of champagne and one of Zach’s shots. “You think it’s weird. Kim hasn’t drank anything tonight. Or a while now. Like last night at the rehearsal.” Zach thought for a second before his eyes started to sparkle.

“T, aren’t you guys trying right now…” Jason clearly caught on but Trini was still playing catch up.

“Trying what? To caught a cold? I mean we are trying to get preg-…… Oh. Oh.”

“Zach I think you broke her. And one her wedding night.” Jason laughed.

“Oh my god. Oh my god.” Trini ran across the room as her tiny legs and high heels would let her. She came to a sliding stop in Kimberly’s arms. “Babe.” Trini put her hand on the pink rangers midsection.

“Trini… are you ok?” Kimberly dragged Trini’s eyes up to meet hers. “I was going to tell you tonight. I wanted to surprise you.”

“So… your with… a tiny human now?” Kim pulled Trini into her arms a began to slightly dance with her.

“Yes. I believe that they are more colloquially know as a baby, but tiny human also works. I’m about 4 weeks I think. That’s when our last appointment was.” Trini’s face went from pure joy to something much darker. “Babe what’s wrong?”

“We’ve fought puddies since then. And that rapping pumpkin thing Rita sent. We’ve been putting you, and our kid, in danger.”

“I’m sorry. I should have told you sooner. I’ll be more careful during fights and when the time comes the pink ranger can take a small break for a while.”

“Ok. But next time tell me so I can fight next to you.” Trini laid her head in the crook of Kimberly’s neck. “I love you pink.”

“And I love you yellow.”


*Doyoung can’t dance.

Characters: Doyoung, Taeyong, Reader

Pairing: Doyoung/Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 3K

You didn’t want to go out that night, but you had been pulled off your bed and into a pair of tight pants by your friends for that exact reason. They had looked at you, dead in the eye, and called you out on being an absolute anti-social slob for the majority of your week-long break from college. You, in a fit of denial, had thrown up a finger at Y/F/N and slipped on a bralette under a mesh long sleeve that sparkled when the light hit, a pair of black jeans, and some cheap, patent-leather boots that hugged your ankles uncomfortably so that you could limp around a pro-perspirant club. Your hair fell against your shoulders in light waves, the texture deemed silk-like by Y/F/N, and your makeup was the perfect ‘sexy-natural’. So why did you feel like you were wasting an entire night?

 You were on your third vodka-soda and your fifth rejection of some greasy frat-boy wannabe when your friend slid into the stool next to you, calling for a water and a few napkins from the bartender. The man nodded in response, turning towards the refrigerator as your friend turned towards you.

“If I didn’t know better,” she said, “I’d say you were a pretty lame person to be sitting at a bar by yourself.”

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Hazel swayed on the bar top, the celebratory champagne splashing around her as she attempted a graceful dance. This was her song. Her stage. Her spotlight. Her night. It made sense to take charge of the moment.

“You’ve had too much to drink, why don’t you get down from there?” Storm pleaded with Hazel as the pub owner threatened to call the cops. “Come on, everyone else has gone home. I think it’s time we go, too. Get down from there.”

Hazel ignored him, swaying on the bar top, sloppily belting out, “Cause I’m your laaaadddyyyy, and you are my man,” in what she was convinced was impeccably in tune and beautifully sung as other bar goers cringed and covered their ears at.

She tried to kick Storm’s hands away from her as he reached up, pleading in those golden eyes. But she couldn’t focus on them for too long. The world blurred in front of her. She laughed then, realizing briefly how ridiculous she must look. “Make me,” she taunted.

“I can’t make you do anything,” he grunted, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He watched warily as Hazel teetered on her high heels. “But the cops. They could make you get down.”

“Let them try! I’m not–” But Hazel never finished her sentence when her words evolved into a surprised yell as her world spun, and she toppled off the bar.

Storm caught her, saving her head from the edge of the counter top. He slung her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing, angrily growling, “I’m taking you home. You’re acting like an idiot.”

Soooo I’ve been in a Mood lately and been experimenting with style, so here, have this super angsty shit based on a Dazai Osamu quote. Enjoy?


“Is it not true that no two human beings understand anything whatsoever about each other, that those who consider themselves bosom friends may be utterly mistaken about their fellow and, failing to realize this sad truth throughout a lifetime, weep when they read in the newspapers about his death?”

DazaiXreader. TW: Suicide, alcoholism

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An Angel, A Demon, and The Impala

Demon!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: SMUT, slight angst at the end (I’M SORRY YOU KNOW ANGST IS MY SHIT)

Written By: Kace

A/N: This is for @sparklingcas‘s Halloween Kink Challenge. My kink was public sex! I really wanted to challenge myself because for some reason smut is so hard for me to write even though I can talk about it FOR DAYS. I hope you enjoy!!! FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME! I’d love to work on my smut writing!

Halloween was your favorite night of the year. In fact, October was your favorite month entirely. The ambiance of the month made you giddy with excitement. The cinnamon candles burning in your room at the bunker and the pumpkin flavored treats you baked were just some of the things you loved. You could transform into somebody completely different and be someone you never thought you could be. The never-ending parties were also a perk. Plus, being a hunter, everything that went bump in the night seemed to always come out of hiding, meaning you got to kick plenty of monster ass.

However, for a Halloween night, it was surprisingly quiet. You’ve spent the past few weeks balancing normal hunts and searching for Dean.

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Strip That Down For Me, Baby (pt. 2)

Six O’clock couldn’t of come fast enough.

Driving down the road you smiled, wondering if Negan was working tonight.

Having brought a change of clothes you decided to head straight to The Sanctuary after work. You couldn’t help but feel relieved at the lack of vehicles in the parking lot, you wanted to get to know him better.

Maybe take him up on that drink.

But you didn’t want to have to fight for his attention.

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Phil reminisces on when he and Dan first met. | Inspired by “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran. | 417 words | Read on A03


Phil smiled to himself as he laid on the old black sofa in the lounge of him home, with his fiancé, Dan, tucked half-asleep under his arm. It was late and they decided to watch baking shows before bed. Dan only made it a quarter way through before his eyes started drooping. Moments like these were Phil’s favorite,  times when he and Dan could sit and not talk for hours with the T.V. playing softly in the background. It wasn’t awkward and neither felt obliged to speak; it was just peaceful. Phil loved playing with Dan’s hair, especially since he’d started leaving it in its natural curls. It reminded him of when they first met.

He could still remember it easily: the warmth he had felt during every phone and Skype call, the butterflies when waited at the train station, the happiness from their first hug that had happened within seconds of them first seeing each other. It had been very easy to fall in love with Dan Howell, and Phil cherished every moment.

Phil reached over to the coffee table to turn off the T.V. when Dan stopped his arm. He grabbed the remote and pressed some buttons until music started playing before curling back into Phil. Phil just rolled his eyes and rested his head on Dan’s. He knew sleeping on the couch was a decision he, and his back, would regret in the morning, but right now it was so warm and comfortable he couldn’t help keep his eyelids from slowly closing.

He doesn’t know how long they stayed like that, in a almost awake, almost asleep state, and he doesn’t really care either. He only moved when he heard a familiar piano play lightly through their speakers. Dan noticed too as he shifted up and looked at Phil. It was Interrupted by Fireworks, the Final Fantasy tune Dan used to play for him. Gosh, it had been ages since he’d listened to it. Dan let out a small giggle before standing and putting his hands out to Phil. He rolled his eyes yet again and allowed the help in standing.

Dan guided him to the middle of the lounge. He put his arms softly around Phil’s waist and started to move with the music when Phil wrapped his arms around Dan’s shoulders, pulling them close. They softly swayed until the final bars rang out and into the silence Phil said two words, so quiet that Dan barely heard him:

“You’re perfect.”

Day 24 - Plot of Your Favorite Movie

Pairings: Eren/Mikasa & Levi/Hanji, Shingeki no Kyojin

Words: 11946

Rating: T (Language)

Inspired By: Welcome to Jurassic Park, Theme from Jurassic Park, A Tree For My Bed (Jurassic Park Soundtrack)

Notes: I have far too many favorite movies to actually have one be all end all movie but Jurassic Park comes pretty close. It’s a movie I’ve loved since I was seven years old and that will never change. I cried when I watched Jurassic World in theatres because it was everything I loved about the first movie. That was where this story came from too! As I was walking into the theatre I was thinking about this prompt in particular and thought it might work. And then I saw an image of Levi stuck in the park with two terrified and slightly lovestruck teenagers like I didn’t sign up for this but if you think they’re getting a scratch on them you’ve got another thing coming. I couldn’t resist. I also had to bypass some of the science stuff to make it less tedious to explain but I figure most everyone knows how it works lol Also please forgive my dinosaur knowledge. I tried to be as accurate as I could but I don’t have any access to scientific case reports, just google ;-;

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Life Finds a Way

(Day 24 – Plot of Your Favorite Movie)

This was Hanji’s idea. Levi never wanted to step foot off their site cause they had, you know, a lot of damn work to do but she just wanted to go on some tropical vacation to an amusement park or wherever the hell they were going. Of course, not even he was dumb enough to pass up the grant that Dr. Jaeger promised when he showed up at the dig site for only one price; Levi and Hanji had to come put a stamp of approval on a park.

Levi never cared for theme parks, especially any dinosaur themed. They always catered to kids and spewed out false information to excite people more. He was a scientist; he didn’t spend all those years in school to entertain children who wanted pet a dinosaur or whatever.

This wasn’t any park though. There were real dinosaurs here.

Levi couldn’t believe his eyes when he stepped out of that Jeep. He could hardly believe the way the ground shook, the way he heard their calls in his ears. How could this actually be a thing? How could they be real? How how how…

Even going through the labs, seeing the babies hatch, being told this was rea,  that Dr. Grisha Jaeger and his scientists brought back dinosaurs, and seeing it with Levi’s own eyes, he still couldn’t believe it. Hanji was much more apt to buy into everything and ask a million questions at the labs that nearly made them miss lunch. He dragged her away after that.

He was told it was DNA, he was told they were only girls to be able to control population; he was told everything was safe. He was told him and Hanji were here to make sure everything looked and felt as accurate as it could. Levi couldn’t lie, it did look and feel so real that he wasn’t sure what to believe but the scientifically sound facts laid out in front of him.

These were real dinosaurs.

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Lin chats and freestyles on Sway in the morning

Lin-Manuel Miranda is a composer, playwright and actor, but during a recent appearance on the Sway in the Morning radio show, the Hamilton creator reminded listeners that he’s also a lyricist.

As many guests often do on the show, Miranda stepped up to the plate to take on the 5 Fingers of Death challenge. Rapping over five different beats, Miranda kicked off his freestyle with a few bars about Colin Kaepernick. “Before we stand, we have to kneel/And I will kneel with the Colin,” he rapped.

Lin-Manuel also took it old school, rapping about random words given to him by Sway. The rapper spit bars about world harmony, Barack Obama and more over beats such as Big Pun’s “100%” and Black Sheep’s “The Choice is Yours.”

Elsewhere during his appearance, Miranda was asked to name his favorite hip-hop albums. Assuring listeners the choices were his personal favorites, Miranda listed The Notorious B.I.G.’s Ready to Die, Big Pun’s Capitol Punishment and Lauryn Hill’s The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill. The artist rounded out his top five with OutKast’s Stankonia and The Pharcyde’s Bizarre Ride II the Pharcyde.

As expected, Miranda was also asked for his thoughts on President Trump and his home country of Puerto Rico. Speaking about Trump tossing paper towels to a crowd in Puerto Rico, Lin-Manuel said, “A lot of people were saying that was the president’s Marie Antoinette ‘let them eat cake moment’ and we will see if that is the case or not. But I know that did not go over well with anyone with a beating heart or pulse.”

This Town

This was requested by an anon: “If the whole world was watching, I’d still dance with you” with Pride

And it came out so much longer than I expected, whooooooooops. I hope you all enjoy it anyway <3 I LOVE This Town by Niall Horan and I suggest you listen to it. That’s where the prompt came from <3

Word Count: 921

Warnings: fluff

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You padded into Pride’s bar knowing that it was closed at this hour.  Pride’s car was still parked outside so you knew he still had to be here.  Tonight was one of those nights where you didn’t want to be alone.  Sometimes, all you needed to do was be around Pride; he always made you feel better.  Perhaps it was because the two of you felt something for one another?  It was unfortunate that neither of you had said a word about it.

You padded over to the jukebox, picking one of the songs.  You hoped Pride wouldn’t mind.  As the music started to play, you could feel the stress starting to melt away.  When you heard footsteps behind you, you quickly spun around on your heels.  You felt your heart swell as you saw Pride leaning against his bar and sipping on a beer.  He never had to wear anything special; he always seemed to look great in anything he wore.

“Ah would say we’re closed, but you’re already here,” Pride mused, setting his beer down on the counter.  He knew there was a reason why you came in when the bar was closed.  He didn’t want to probe you with questions as if you were a suspect.  You meant more than that to him.  He was going to handle this delicately.  

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W I N T E R • T E L E V I S I O N
What we use as our bedroom is actually a tiny room off the side of the house that is basically all windows, including this picture window that looks out at the backyard. It is great for weather watching and a bit of stargazing. I’m especially loving watching the wind whirl the snow around, the trees dancing and swaying and the the bar harbor bell that my sister gave me chime. It’s nice to sit in relative silence and do nothing other than just observe observe what is going on outside these cozy walls…
#snowday #snowlover #winterishere #winterwonderland #myhappyplace #observing #weatherwatch #shhhh #naturelover

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