Ask the woman in pink

anonymous asked:

Hiiii I think you already know I've been lurking on your blog for a few hours lol I've been reading your posts about mitam and sott, sweet creature etc. Is it possible you could make one for more songs on the pink album? I would love to see woman or only angel!!! Specially woman tbh. I know it's a lot to just ask but it would be amazing! If you already have a post about this just ignore me lol (or direct me to it) thank you, sea xxx

WOMAN has always puzzled me, and I have read a lot of good interpretations, but I was still not really satisfied for my own musical curiosity. So here goes nothing. 

I am basing my interpretation on these lyrics, and will refer to times from this video:

Someone very fortuitously discovered an allusion to Charles Bukowski’s poem, Old Man, Dead in a Room

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The men had to pause their conversation when a woman sat at their table. She smiled causally at them before focusing her attention on her meal. Nate turned around to survey the room. Their were several empty tables in the vicinity. 

“Um,” he began.

“Yo, what are you doing, strange pastel pink haired woman?” John asked and quirked an eyebrow. He remained as direct as always. The woman seemed unaffected and chewed on her meal. 

“When I eat,” she began and took a small bite of her meal, “I like to surround myself with a beautiful aesthetic. You both are attractive so I’ll eat here instead. Also this colour isn’t pastel pink.”

Nate twisted his mouth. At least the woman was direct about her strange intentions. John returned a similar expression. Nate knew that they should have gone to their usual spot and avoided strange neighbourhoods. 

Title: Kazoku

Summary: “Are you happy, Sasuke-kun?” SasuSaku, Canonverse

Prompt: Sasuke Week Day 6 – Family

Rating: K

Notes: I am obviously late for this prompt… but that doesn’t I won’t post it. Enjoy!

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He stared at the small bundle that laid soundly in his arms with the regular rise of its chest and then glanced at his wife who had fallen asleep as well. However, the only difference was that her appearance was disheveled. It only made sense that she didn’t look too well and was tired after everything had transpired that day, he mused.

They had been walking through the forest when his wife started feeling unwell. They decided to take a break, although his wife insisted that she didn’t feel that terrible. However, she had contradicted herself once they realised her water had broke, ensuing panic among them. It had been very painful for her because of the contractions and he picked her up instantly and ran back full speed to his old comrade’s hideout they had visited not too long ago. Karin was surprised when both of them, him carrying Sakura, had showed up at the hideout’s entrance, however she was still more than willing to help them out in any way she could.

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On Oppsite Sides

Prompt: On Opposite Sides

Characters: Sasuke/Sakura, Sarada


Sarada has seen her parents fight before (“it’s not fighting, only a discussion,” her mother would say and her father would agree), but never once would she have imagined that they could become so passionate over something so trivial.

The family of three had been lounging in the kitchen. Sasuke and Sakura both stood at the counter, preparing the family’s routine dinner, while Sarada sat at the table recounting the day’s events.

“I don’t know how,” Sarada paused for a moment to find the right words, “but Boruto managed to make the farmer even angrier than before, and this was after he accidentally sprayed the wrong pesticide all over the crops!”

Sasuke snorted, but otherwise the two parents were silent while their daughter continued her story.

“So I’m thinking, well this mission is a complete failure, but I can’t see how it can possibly get any worse.” Sarada said.

“Oh no,” Sakura intoned.

“Oh yes! Mitsuki, the poor soul, had thought that it would’ve been a good idea to ask the farmer a question to deflect the attention away from Boruto. Except, it only made the farmer explode at us. He kicked us and Konohamaru-sensei off his property!” She pushed her glasses up in a huff, as they began to droop down the slope of her nose. “I can’t ever face Hokage-sama again, not with a mission failure!”

“Sarada, I can assure you the idiot has other things to worry about.”

Sakura stopped chopping the vegetables she had in front of her before throwing her husband a glare, and walking over to face her daughter at the table. Putting her hands on the dark haired girl’s shoulders, she looked into her daughter’s eyes. “What your father means, is that while Lord Seventh is an incredibly powerful ninja now, he wasn’t the most talented ninja at your age.”

“That’s giving him too much credit.” Her father now faced the two.

The woman rolled her eyes and ignored her husband’s comment. “I can’t tell you how many d-rank missions we failed as a team, many of which were Naruto’s fault.”

“Really, Mama?” Sarada asked in disbelief.

“Oh yeah. Big time.”

The family was silent for a moment, while Sakura processed the new information given to her about the Hokage.

“So what was the question Mitsuki asked?” The pink haired woman was curious about what had gotten the farmer so riled that it cost her daughter a successful mission.

“Hm?”

“What did Mitsuki ask the farmer?”

“Oh!” She had forgotten to mention it. “He asked if tomatoes were fruit or vegetables.” She hid the grimace on her face, for she knew that her father enjoyed the little red balls of pure evil.

There was a pause in the Uchiha family. The knife Sasuke had been using to slice thin strips of salmon clattered on the wooden cutting board. “Well, that’s easy,” the father responded monotonously. “Tomatoes are obviously vegetables.”

Her mother clicked her tongue, and replied to her husband. “That’s where you’re wrong. Tomatoes are classified as fruit.”

“I think I would know if tomatoes were fruit, Sakura.”

Standing besides the elder Uchiha female, Sarada watched as her mother crossed her arms haughtily, with a smirk upon her lips. “I suppose the great Sasuke Uchiha can’t know everything.”

“Sakura…”

“Yes, darling?”

“Fruit is sweet. Tomatoes are savory, acidic almost.”

“So?” Sakura asked.

“I hate sweet things. I think I would know if I enjoyed eating it.”

Her mother in return replied with what seemed to be the most sugary voice imaginable. “Well,” she shrugged, ”you enjoy eating me.”

Sarada was horrified, and didn’t even register the blush that resided upon her typically stoic father’s face. “Ew! Ew! Mama! Do you have to say things like that when I’m in the room?”

Sakura had the decency to look a bit ashamed. “Sorry Sarada.”

“I knew Papa and Mama were dirty.” The girl shook her head in disappointment.

The man in the room cleared his throat. “As I was saying, there isn’t a possible explanation as to why tomatoes would be in the same category as another fruit such as a banana.”

Sakura Uchiha moved towards her husband, poking her index finger solidly into her husband’s chest. “There are plenty of explanations, Sasuke-kun, you’re just choosing to be ignorant..”

The man rolled his eyes, and gestured for his wife to continue.

“It’s not about the taste, silly. It’s about the way the fruit is developed.” She emphasized her point by sprouting her hands together, in the form of a plant sprouting. “They come straight from the ovary of a flower, same as cucumbers and other types of squash. I wouldn’t typically tie those together with other more commonly acknowledged fruit, but I can’t change what it is. And what it is, is fruit!”

Sarada was amazed that her mother had put such such thought behind her argument, but it was clear that the same sentiment was lost on her father.

Both renowned shinobis simply stood in the kitchen, practically nose to nose, but on opposite sides of opinion. It was almost comical, for her mother stood on tip toe to seem more intimidating (and almost succeeding if it were not for the flour smeared upon her cheek), and her father, always strong and lean, clad in a frilly yellow apron.

Said man pinched the bridge of his nose with his sole hand. “Sakura, you’re being stubborn-“

“I’m being stubborn? You need to accept science, Sasuke-kun!”

Their daughter, still seated at the dining table briefly pondered if she had enough time to run up to her room to grab her phone to record the squabble between her parents before deciding that the risk of missing too much was greater. Boruto would just have to believe her when she would tell him about what his idolized sensei did in his spare time.

“Well then, science is wrong.” Her father retorted.

Sarada almost burst out laughing at the wild eyed look that her mother took on. The pink haired woman began to sputter, “I- You- What?!”

“You heard me.” The Uchiha male smirked. “Your precious science is wrong.”

“You can’t argue against a classification!”

The salmon on the cutting board was starting to look tempting. Sarada wondered how much longer they were going to argue before they went back to cooking their dinner, she was hungry, she thought glumly as she patted her empty stomach. She hadn’t eaten all day after losing her appetite from the failed mission. The girl cut off the quarrel between the two adults to ask a question. “I get that you both have, uh, passionate opinions on this, but can you do this after dinner?”

It was almost funny how quickly the couple seemed to gain a sense of self-awareness. Immediately, her mother and father seemed to almost deflate.

Sakura had the decency to look sheepish, and apologized. “I’m sorry sweetie, I guess we got a little carried away huh?”

Sarada shrugged, but gave her mother a warm smile in response. She also was able to see the red that tinged the tips of her father’s ears, and burst into giggles. “Papa, can we go out to get ice cream after dinner?”

She knew that normally her father would decline, but figured it was worth the shot. Especially since he seemed to be feeling a little guilty.

He grunted in agreement.

SasuSaku Month 2016
Day 30- The Defining Decade
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Summary: It’s almost time for their lives to turn upside down, and at the same time he’s happy about it, Uchiha Sasuke is also really apprehensive. How will they deal with their remaining time?
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A/N: Ahh!! I didn’t like this theme at all!! I mean… 10 years is a lot, and yet it’s not enough to be defining! There are two important decades in their lives, and due to the amount of time I have and the fact that this is a one-shot, I ended up forcing myself to write something really really short! For I’m still going to write a long pic about their journey, I’ve done my best to hold back the details of how I think it happened and all… The next theme will be better, I promise! I hope you like it, and please, leave me a Review!
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It was not until early March that his anxiety started to kick in.

His heart would beat faster, consequently raising his blood pressure, as his levels of stress had never been higher. The lack of sleep made itself evident due to the deep, dark circles around his eyes, and a sudden fear of the world was taking over his senses, making the oh-so-powerful Uchiha Sasuke keep an eye open to whatever could crawl from under a leaf.

He was paranoid, to say the least. And it was all because of her.

It was all because of that one, pink haired woman, who had been traveling with him for over a year and who had been annoying him ever since. With those viridian eyes, and that round, round belly of hers, Uchiha Sakura was driving him crazy. She has always been reckless and irresponsible, and now that she had the company of a baby in her womb, the pinkette didn’t really see a reason why not to continue acting that way.

Pregnant or not, she was still the same Sakura she used to be, but with a different last name. She would punch the ground, jump around trees, heal people, and consequently, she would leave him on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

That pregnant woman would be the death of him, he knew.

But as he watched her surrounded by all those 5 kids, as one of her bright smiles decorated her face, Sasuke knew he couldn’t be any happier than at that very moment.

His wife really is annoying, he thought, with a smirk decorating his face.

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Queen of the Water (3)

Bucky x Reader

Summary: A normal girl gets thrown into the Royal world. Royal AU

Word Count: 2.4k+

Warnings: none!

TAGS AT THE END!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Originally posted by i-dont-have-gas-im-in-love

Y/n groaned at the sound of her alarm. She threw her arm to her side and slapped her clock shut. Her door opens and she groans again when Peggy pulls the curtains open and tugs her blankets away from her body.

“Five more minutes, Peggy, please,” Y/n whined against her pillow, squinting through the harsh light pouring into her room.

“Absolutely not, young lady! Today is the day! Your mother’s getting married and you have a big role to play! We’re leave in 90 minutes and I’m tasked at getting you ready!” Peggy barked back, stepping into her closet. “You’ve been here for a week and your room is already a disaster! When your mother and Edward are on their honeymoon, you’re cleaning your room!”

“Only if you let me pick what I wear. I am not wearing that ridiculous dress. I look stupid,” she said, trying to negotiate what she was suppose to wear to the ceremony and to the reception.

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Embrace - fic submission

Consort Sidney and his bear husband through the eyes of their daughter, Katya.

(Just a mention that I legit wrote this at 12am the night before my 3 hour English exam, so there’s probably tonnes of mistakes. Forgive me pls)
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Katya woke with a fright to a loud banging on her bedroom door. She groggily sat up in her bed, luxurious furs and quilts falling around her waist.

“Princess!” she heard, “you are required urgently!”

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pairing: mark tuan x male reader
genre: fluff
summary: mark loves animals, and so does his boyfriend. but when they get to the pet store, one boy decides that he doesn’t want a dog, and upsets the other.
note: requests are open

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Through time and space part 7

Part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six


Katie gets a call from Dean, your brothers need your and your sister’s help on a case. The only issue is, is that neither of you have enough money to afford two airline tickets to get to Southeast Iowa Regional Airport, and then money for a cab to take the two of you to Arkey.

“I don’t think we can do it De.” You say looking at the prices on your laptop.

“Aren’t you two with the Doctor?” Sam asks.

“If we were with the Doctor, this would be an entirely different story… but he sent us away and decommissioned the TARDIS, so (nickname) and I are kind of stuck at Baker street.” Katie adds in as Sherlock and John lumber up the stairs. Both of them look like they got into a fist fight.

“What the hell happened you two?” You as looking up from your computer screen.

“I asked John to punch me in the face… he wouldn’t do it so I punched him.” Sherlock replies. “It escalated from there.”

“I’ll go get the first aid kit.” You say standing up and closing the lid of your laptop and head to the kitchen and grab the first aid kit before handing it to John.

“What, you don’t want to do it?” John jokes.

“You’re more qualified then me Dr. Watson.” Katie snickers softly to herself.

“Do I even want to ask?” Dean speaks up, you momentarily forgot you and your sister were on the phone with your brothers.

“Just average banter with my flatmates. Nothing to worry about Dean.” You answer as you walk back to the table and sit down.

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Anniversary +1 || C.H

warning: quite long

I M A G I N E 

“You look fantastic, Y/N,” Calum softly compliments, his almond eyes twinkling at the sight of you. His hand snakes upon the clothed table to place it on top of yours lovingly. A candle sat in the middle of it all, with a flame lit and dancing to its own music. Two plates, one for each, was ornate with food you made. 

“You’re not looking so bad yourself, Hood,” you reply, staring at the boy admiringly. Your bottom lip was found between your teeth as you nibbled in adoration. His calloused thumb rubbed the top of your hand as he smiled. “I can’t believe it’s been one year.” 

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Voodoo Doll (Part 2)

Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3 

Taekwoon’s moodboard was made by my wonderful @ellrouxx​​ <3

Pairing: Reader x Leo/Hongbin (Vixx)
Genre: Au, Angst, Fantasy, Romance
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,3k

Summary: If you can’t have it, I’ll just live for you
No matter how much, if it’s you I’m ready to get hurt

a/n: This part is mostly about a dream, so sorry if it feels weird.

The italics are dream sequences/flashbacks

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Daddy Issues - Tig Fanfic

heyyyyyyy there my lil lovies ! thank you so much for the notes on the Prologue! I really really appreciate it eeeee.

Okay before you read Chapter One, I just wanna put out a little trigger warning, there will be mentions of sex, drugs, alcohol, death, blood, fights and some derogatory language and terms in this fanfiction. Don’t read it if you’re easily triggered!!!!

I think that’s all you need to know, so without further ado, here is Chapter One!!!

~ babydoll

1 - Princess Of Charming

“When we get in, you need to quickly get ready. We’re going to Auntie Gem’s for dinner.” The woman told her daughter as they walked down the street. “Jamie? Did you hear me?”
The young blonde girl was brought out of her daze by her mom shaking her shoulder. “Uh yeah, okay.” Jamie replied. “Uh, will.. Will Jax be there?” She asked, her cheeks turning a dark shade of pink when speaking.
The woman grinned at her which made her feel embarrassed. “Yeah I’m sure he’ll be there. You think Auntie Gem is gonna let him get out of a family meal?”
As the two females turned the corner, they walked up the path to their house. But before going inside they came to a sudden halt. For some reason the front door was slightly ajar.
“Mom?” Jamie asked looking up at the woman who had a worried expression on her face. “Mom?!” She said a bit louder.
The woman let out a shaky sigh and put down her grocery bags. “Stay here baby.” She told her daughter before hesitantly walking inside.
She walked slowly and carefully through their home ready to attack someone if she needed to. “Grant? Honey? Are you home?” She called, hoping her husband would appear but there was no reply.
What she didn’t know was Jamie had followed her into the house and while she checked downstairs, Jamie decided to check upstairs.
The young girl checked each room with no sign of her dad. Then she walked into her parent’s room, the only one she hadn’t checked and there she found her father. Lying on the floor in a puddle of blood in her parent’s room. There was a bullet in his chest and another one in his head.
“DADDY!!!!” Jamie screamed, backing away from her dad’s body. His eyes were open and staring up at the ceiling. His hands were bloody and bruised. And blood was everywhere.
Her mom came running up the stairs and bursting into the room to find her husband and daughter and she broke down completely.
“Mom!! Do something!” Jamie yelled at her mom who was in complete shock. She was sobbing uncontrollably, unable to process what she’d seen. She fell to her knees wailing as Jamie screamed. “MOM!!!! DO SOMETHING!” Jamie carried on yelling.
Soon enough the Police came after a neighbour reported screaming. They had to drag Jamie away from the crime scene. She kicked and screamed and tried to break free but they were too strong.
“Daddy! Daddy..” Jamie sobbed as she was carried out of the house. “DADDY!”


The girl woke up gasping for air. She was covered in sweat and her face was wet with salty tears. She tried to take deep breaths trying to calm her breathing but she couldn’t seem to catch her breath. It was like the oxygen had been sucked out of the room.
The sound of panting woke up the sleeping male next to her. He rolled over and saw the girl clutching her chest as she wheezed. He got up quickly and grabbed hold of her face, looking in her eyes wide and tear-filled eyes.
“Breathe, Jamie. Breathe.” The male spoke calmly. “Do it with me.” He said taking deep breaths, not taking his eyes off of hers.
She gulped and shut her mouth, inhaling air through her nose. She choked a little at first but soon got the hang of it and she was able to breathe normally again.
“Did you have the dream again?” He asked, moving her damp hair out of her face. She nodded. “Come here darling’. It’s okay.” He pulled her into a hug and kissed her forehead.
Jamie sniffled as she buried her head in his strong arms. “I.. I just.. I can’t get the picture of him dead..” She whispered.
“Shh, it’s okay. You’re safe here.” The man spoke in a soft voice. “I’m here.”
Jamie couldn’t fight back her emotions and broke down. She cried and cried until there were no more tears left.  All whilst being held in his arms. She was so thankful to have him with her, he was used to her panic attacks so he knew how to clam her down.
“I’m sorry.. This is like the third time this week.” Jamie said pulling away to look up at the man. She wiped her runny nose and gulped. “You’re probably sick of me, aren’t you?”
He smiled sympathetically and shook his head. “I could never get sick of you.” He leant forward slowly before pausing, inches away from her face. She was a mess. Her eyes were puffy, her cheeks were red and her hair was all over the place. But despite all of that, he still found her beautiful.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Jamie asked, looking down at her hands. He had been staring at her for almost over a minute and it made her feel slightly anxious.
“Because i think you’re beautiful.” He replied.
A small smile appeared on her face and she blushed. She felt his hand stroke her cheek and she gazed up at him. She thought he was beautiful too. His hand rested under her chin, tilting it upwards and then their lips touched.
His other hand trailed down her back and pulling her closer to him. Their kiss was full of emotion. Sadness, passion and lust.
What started out as an innocent kiss soon got heated. Their hands explored each others bodies as they made out. Their lips moving in sync together. She tugged at his hair and he nibbled on her neck.
Clothes were thrown onto the floor, the sound of moans were heard and kisses were shared.

“Jax…” Jamie let out a breathless moan as he rolled over onto the bed. They looked at each other for a few seconds and smiled. Their smiles were full of happiness.
“Come here.” Jax said opening his arms. She wriggled over and snuggled into him. “Next time.. You’re on top.” He whispered in her ear, making them both giggle.
Jamie smiled as she held his hand and entwined their fingers together. She felt safe and protected in his arms. It was like they were shielding her from the world.
Within minutes, the pair fell asleep snuggling into one another.

It was around midday and Jamie had just come out of the shower. She let the hot water wash away all of her sorrows before being ready to face whatever the day was going to bring.
Stepping out of the shower, she quickly dried herself before putting on some clothes.  Jeans weren’t exactly the best trousers to wear when your skin was slightly damp. It was effort to put them on.
When she was dressed, she put her long blonde hair up into a messy bun and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She had bags under her eyes and a blotchy complexion. Staring into the mirror, Jamie sighed. Her tired eyes resembled her mother’s.
Shaking the thought of her mom out of her head, she opened up the medicine cabinet and grabbed two bottles of pills. Since her father’s death, she had been put on anti-depressants and anti-anxieties.
After taking her pills, she put on some makeup too which gave the illusion that she was okay.
When she was finally ready, she took a deep breath and left the room. “Let’s do this.” She told herself as she put on a flannel shirt and then she walked down the stairs.

“Morning baby, how you feeling’?” A woman with dark brown and blonde streaked hair asked as she got downstairs. She was clearing some plates from the dining table.
Jamie put on a fake smile and walked over to her. “I’m good Auntie Gem.” She said but the woman knew she was lying. Jamie wasn’t the best liar, she had this little thing she did which gave it away.
The woman sighed and met her halfway before pulling her into a hug. “You don’t have to lie to me baby.” She spoke softly, cupping Jamie’s face in her hands. “I heard you crying last night.. Jax told me you had the nightmare again..”
Jamie broke away from the woman’s embrace and walked towards the front door. “I’m okay, Gemma.” Jamie said bluntly, not wanting to talk about it. She didn’t want to spend her day being an emotional wreck. She grabbed her shoes that were by the door and put them on.
“Okay..” Gemma nodded, a little upset Jamie didn’t want to confide in her. “Well, if you need anything..”
Jamie looked over her shoulder at the woman who looked worried. “Love you Gem.” Jamie smiled at her. “I’m going to go to work now. I’ll be home for dinner.”
Gemma smiled back at the blonde girl who she loved like a daughter. She knew how fragile Jamie was and it broke her heart. “Have a good day, tell the guys i say hey.”
Jamie nodded, grabbing her leather jacket and opening the door. She walked out of the house and over to her pick up truck that was parked next to Gemma’s car. She looked down at her jacket and gulped.
Originally, her jacket was actually her dad’s SOA that he wore all of the time. It had the reaper crew logo on the back and was all tatty and scuffed from the many years he’d worn it. After her dad died, SAMCRO let her keep it rather than take it back. So with a little help from Gemma, Jamie converted it into a jacket which she wore all of the time to honour his memory.

After driving for about 10 minutes, Jamie finally arrived at the Clubhouse. She parked her truck outside of the medium sized building which was the Teller-Morrow Automotive Repair mechanic shop that the reaper crew worked at when they weren’t doing ‘on juty’ doing club business.
The men who were working on a fancy black convertible car waved at her as she stepped out of her vehicle. She waved back at them and then made her way over the car park towards the other building which was way bigger, that was the Clubhouse.
Walking inside the building she was greeted by some of SAMCRO’s regulars. They were the friends and family of the club and the regulars at the bar.
“Ahh, alas the Princess of Charming has arrived!” A man with dark curly hair and facial hair to match announced as Jamie walked past him. “Lookin’ good babydoll.” He said, his hooded blue eyes fixated on her ass and how it moved when she walked.
Jamie rolled her eyes at him and stepped behind the bar. She had been working as a barmaid for SAMCRO for years. It was the only job she’d had. “Your usual Tiggy?” She asked him, going into barmaid mode.
“Care to have a drink with your old man?” Tig asked her, raising his brows and smiling mischievously as he spoke.
Jamie let out a laugh. Old Man my ass, she thought. “First of all, you’re not my old man.” She said as she poured a glass of whiskey for him. Tig sighed in disappointment and put his hand on his heart. “But, i’ll drink with you.” Tig’s frown faded and he grinned.
“Cheers.” Tig said, grabbing his glass and clinking it with the bottle of Jack Daniels that Jamie drank from. He smirked at her, watching as she gulped down the whiskey.
The alcohol sent a burning sensation down their throats and both of their faces scrunched up. “WOO!” Tig exclaimed, slamming his glass down on the bar. “Now THAT’S the shit i’m into.”
“As well as midget porn.” One of the regulars added making Jamie laugh. Tig shrugged.
“Don’t knock it til you try it baldy.” Tig replied, tapping his glass indicating that he wants another drink.
Jamie watched as the bar soon became quite busy. She was pouring drinks left, right and centre. She joined in conversations, laughed, drank and genuinely enjoyed herself.
She was happy to have a job like this where she could be around her friends and family, it distracted her from her mind that was always buzzing with thoughts.
It was times like that when she realised how much she loved being part of SAMCRO. They were her family. One big crazy dysfunctional family with a whole lot of love for each other.

[* A strong shiver rips through her body. That… voice. That damned voice. It was unmistakable since the last time they’d encountered each other that day. And to think they’d caught her all by her lonesome within the powdered forests.]

[* Her gloved hands clenched she stood on the alert. Just… listen for them. Don’t act brash. Don’t be reckless.]

“…What do you want.”

Best December Yet

Zarya X Reader

Right now it was early in the morning of December 1st, you had woken up early and were currently making a cup of hot chocolate. As you went to go sit down you heard the familiar creaking of stairs in your house meaning your girlfriend was heading down. As she started walking into the kitchen she yawned and stretched, when she opened her eyes she seemed surprised to see you standing there since she was usually up much earlier than you. You smiled, unusually chipper for the time of day and Zarya while a little confused was glad to see you happy. “Do you know what today is?” You eagerly asked the pink haired woman who was currently looking through your cupboards for her favorite mug. She paused for a second, not quite sure what you were talking about.

“Friday?” She answered, not quite following where you going with this.

“Nope! Well I mean technically yeah but there’s also something else” you replied, trying to appear casual taking a sip of your drink. Aleksandra thought a moment more before shrugging her shoulders.

“It’s December 1st!” You exclaimed wrapping Zarya in a tight hug. She chuckled before returning the hug happy to see you so excited. You looked at her with a wide smile across your face but still wrapped in the warm embrace. You knew this was going to be one of the best December’s yet.

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anonymous asked:

What if in the Snow White episode, they switched the gender roles everyone got like in CCS, so like Mamoru ended up being Snow White.

I would be SO HERE for that you have no idea

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ItaSaku + coffeshop au

Itachi Uchiha wondered if it was possible to break biology.

He had seen physics broken more times than he cared to count (being in prolonged contact with Naruto Uzumaki tended to make one question whether or not physics was just a fake science developed to make students cry), but three weeks into the first term of his third year at the University of Konoha and Itachi was questioning whether or not biology fell into the same category.

At this point, he wasn’t even sure if science was real.

How was it possible for such a tiny body to hold so much caffeine every day without tearing apart at the seams?

“I need a large dark roast, tripe shot espresso,” the pink-haired woman in front of him told the barista.  It was the exact same order every day, and without fail, every day the barista’s eyes would bulge a little and he would repeat the order, just to be sure.  When she would nod impatiently, the barista would lock horrified eyes with Itachi, who would blink impassively and turn back to the display of muffins to decide what he would select today.

Little did the barista know, every day, Itachi was just as horrified as he was.

He just did a much better job of hiding it.

“Fuck!”

The rich smell of coffee made its way up to his nose before his chest started burning.

“Oh, God, are you okay?” the pink-haired woman asked.  Despite the urge to swear as she had before, Itachi merely nodded and pulled his soaking wet shirt away from his skin.  A quick glance down revealed angry red burn marks that would certainly start peeling over in a few days.

He sighed softly.

“I am fine,” he said.  “I apologize for your coffee spilling.”

Green eyes blinked in disbelief.  “I burned your chest and you’re apologizing to me?”

He shrugged.

“My name is Sakura Haruno,” she introduced herself.  “I’m a health science major here, first year.  I can treat your burn.”

“Itachi Uchiha,” he replied smoothly.  “Political science, third year.  I am fine.”

“Let me amend my statement.  Hi, I’m Sakura.  I’m gonna treat your burn in the bathroom.  Now,” she said firmly, taking his free hand and tugging him towards the back.

Itachi was right.  It was entirely possible to break biology.

There was no other explanation for why his pulse seemed to pick up in that brief moment.