with your face on a platter

Amazing - Part 1

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,025

Summary: Jensen and the reader do not get along. After months of driving each other crazy, what happens when Jensen has finally had enough?

“Camera set! Rolling!”

“Don’t you ever get sick of lettuce, Sammy? I’m surprised you haven’t turned a nice shade of green by now.” Jensen says as he shoves French fries in his mouth.

“Don’t you ever get sick of being a dumb ass?” Jared says with his classic bitch face.

“Just for that…I’m serving burgers at your funeral.”

“We don’t have funerals, Dean. At least not the normal kind.”

“Yeah well, I’m gonna throw a normal one just for you. Everyone’s getting a bacon cheeseburger when they pay their respects. I’ll keep a big platter of them next to your casket.” Jensen says sarcastically.

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Waking Up To SVT || Valentine’s Day Edition


The wind rushed into the room as he set the items in place, hoping you wouldn’t wake up mid-surprise to a half finished event. He had woken up early to prepare everything for you, hoping you would love the surprise with all your heart. 

He watched as you turned to your side, your hair falling over your face delicately. With a smile, he set down whatever he had been holding and walked over to you, moving your hair out of your face as he planted a kiss on your forehead. “Damn I adore you so much,” he’d whisper to himself.

Seungcheol: Seungcheol would be the cliche movie man. He’d have a platter of food in the kitchen that he actually made like wow man, he’d have a bath running, full of flower petals and it would be very fragrant. And when he woke you up, he’d have the sweetest smile “Happy Valentine’s day my love.” After eating breakfast in bed, he’d bring you to the bath and let you have some alone time to hopefully gush about what he was doing for you to your friends, yes he set up a phone in there. And after the bath, you’d come out in a robe, and he’d be sitting in a heart made of flower petals serenading you with ‘your song’. 

Jeonghan: Jeonghan would be the type to be too lazy to do anything too extravagant, but he would still try. You’d wake up to a coy Jeonghan who confidently says he didn’t do much, but when you look around the room, you’d see it filled with heart shaped photos of your previous dates. And the tv would suddenly turn on and a video would pop up and it would be edited clips of you guys laughing and having fun, and at the end of the video, there would be a photo from your first date, and a text would come rolling in “I, Yoon Jeonghan, will forever love you, no matter how much you annoy me. Happy Valentines day (Y/n)!”

Joshua: Joshua would be the type to go all out while keeping it simple. He’d have bears, he’d have chocolates, he’d have roses, ya know the typical Valentines day stuff Anyway, you’d wake up to the sound of his guitar playing from somewhere in the house. You’d run out into your living room/dining room and see a feast on the table, you’d see the note that told you to sit and eat as things got prepared, but being the sneaky person you were, you ran around the apartment, looking for Joshua but to your dismay he wasn’t there.  “Hi (Y/n)!” He’d greet from the screen cutely, “If you didn’t do what I told you to do, you would see that I am not in the house right now, but please don’t be alarmed, just go look out on the balcony and you’ll see where I am.” You’d rush to the nearest balcony, swinging the door open to look out and see Joshua up on the hill behind your apartment complex. He’d be surrounded by bouquets and bouquets of roses that spelled out “I LUV U”, waving to you, you’d smile cheekily before running to your front door and rushing down to him.

Jun: Jun would do the most normal thing out of all the members while also being romantic. He’d buy a crap ton of heart shaped balloons and throw them around the the room, filling them until you couldn’t see your ceiling or floor. Each balloon on the floor would have a little note stuck inside of it, and in order to read it, you’d have to pop it open. And the balloons floating above your head would have a little gift along with a note, in fact when you woke up, you were hit in the head with a teddy bear. After going through all the balloons, you’d open the door to your room to see him in the kitchen cooking breakfast in an apron. “Good morning (Y/n), happy valentines day.” he’d give you a playful wink as he set down the pan and sauntered over to you, giving you a chaste kiss. 

Hoshi: Hoshi would practically fill your apartment with stuffed bears. Starting from small to big, you would wake up to a small stuffed bear the size of your face stuffed in your arms and you would squeeze it bc it told you to, “Good morning darling, I hope you had a nice sleep.” And when you sat up, you would see another pillow sized stuffed bear sitting on your desk with a box of chocolates and a note. “I hope for our love to be as sweet as these chocolates. P.S. I made them so I hope they taste good <3” And each bear you encountered as you followed the flower petal arrows would give you a gift and a heartfelt note until you were led back to your bedroom where he would be waiting in a bear onesie with a bouquet of roses.

Wonwoo: Wonwoo’s would be simple but special, something so simple you could predict what was going to happen. You’d wake up in his arms, his husky voice the first thing you hear. “Good morning, I hope you slept well.” You’d be blindfolded as soon as he saw you were awake. He’d carry you over to what you thought was your dinner table, and he would feed you the delicious foods he had made earlier that morning oh how much ingredients he wasted rip and after breakfast, he’d lead you to the bathroom where he’d take off the blind fold and let you wash up in the warm bath that he had prepared. And when you were done, you’d get out and follow the trail of thornless roses. When you got to him, he’d have the biggest smile on his face as he saw you were smiling and he’d forget everything he had planned and just hugged you. “Happy Valentines day (Y/n), I really, really, really love you.”

Woozi: Woozi would do something that he knew he could do. And what can he do you ask? He can make you a song. Woozi would be in his studio, making a song describing your relationship and how he felt when he saw you. On Valentine’s day, he would present it to you in an old fashioned way, a cassette tape tied to three balloons. You would wake up to the gentle hands that belonged to Jihoon and rise slowly, unaware of what he was doing. And once you became aware, everything seemed to fall in place, a balloon floated your way with a cassette tape and you would look up to Jihoon who was now standing in the doorway. “Come on, you gotta find the cassette player to listen to it.” Your morning would be filled with a treasure hunt to find the cassette player, determined to listen to what was on it -of course you knew it had to do with music, but nonetheless, you wanted to listen to it, and feel the effort and heart that Jihoon poured into it. When you finally found it and ended the treasure hunt, you’d sit down in the living room and place it on your coffee table to play as you sat on the couch and cuddled with him. “I love you (Y/n)” he would say as the song finished. 

Seokmin: Seokmin would be normal on Valentine’s day. He would wake you up with his smile that could compete with the sun and give you a giant hug. The day would be filled with tons of skinship, every chance he’d get, he’d be hugging you or giving you sweet pecks on the cheek. He’d have individual pieces of chocolate in his pocket that he’d bring out at random times in the morning and he’d literally stuff it in your mouth. And when you’re least expecting it, he’d bring out a giant bundle of balloons that each have a rose tied to them and he’d walk around the house with them and each hour at the same time, he’d give you one along with a peck on the cheek. 

Mingyu: Mingyu would wake up hella early to cook you food. Knowing that food is something that you both love a lot, that’s what he did, he woke up at the ass crack of dawn to make a whole bunch of your favorite dishes. He’d even go as far to make his own assorted chocolates and chocolate strawberries. When it was time for the big reveal, you’d wake up to the smell of nice ass foods and dishes that he had made and run out to your kitchen/dining room only to be blocked by Mingyu. Knowing you’d wake up to the smell of food sooner or later, he stood in front of your bedroom door, blocking it with all his might and gifts that he didn’t make in his hands. He had went out and bought a large bouquet of your favorite flowers, along with some roses and a medium sized teddy bear. “Good morning, I know you love my food but hear me out first okay sweets?” 

Minghao: Minghao’s wake up surprise would be a thing you’ve never seen before. You’d wake up on the living room couch with a tray of food before your eyes, and there would be a note telling you to eat up and stay in the living room. And you wouldn’t notice it at first, but the Tv would be on, and it would be playing this sweet song that COUgh he wrote himself couGH and you’d hum along to the melody after realizing it was playing. And all of a sudden the song would stop and a video would play, “Good morning (Y/n)! If you are still in the living room, I want you to get up and walk to the kitchen and open the oven, there’s some stuff in there.” And when you did as asked, you’d see that there was a cake-along with a note and a stuffed cat. You’d feel him embrace you from behind, and he just wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder. “Happy valentines day my love”

Seungkwan: Seungkwan would do THE most for you. He would plan for his morning surprise like two months ahead just to make sure he had everything he needed and that everything would go as planned. You’d wake up to his soft singing voice, a song that he had made himself would flow to your ears as he played the instrumental. You’d open your eyes to see him sitting at the end of your bed with a giant stuffed bear and he’d have the purest smile on his face as he saw you beam. “Happy Valentines day,” he greet. And you’d think that this is it, but no, he has more. Seungkwan would bring you out to a living room full of photos with notes and small gifts. “I love you so much, and no matter what I won’t forget about you, not today, not tomorrow, not ever.”  And after getting ready, he’d take you out for breakfast. 

Vernon: Vernon’s would be very pure. Like this extremely pure being, everything he’d prepare for you would be pure, sweet and heartfelt. Everytime he went to buy, or taste, or look for things for this special day, he would try to remember what you like and if it would suit your taste. The whole day, he is worrying whether or not you would like the things you’re doing for him, or even if it’s enough. You would wake up to shy kisses on your cheeks and lips, the first thing you see when you open your eyes would be Vernon’s eyes. He would kiss you on the lips as soon as you make eye contact and pull away from you all shy before pulling you from your bed and bringng you out into the living room. The ceiling is filled with balloons that have photos of your dates hung upon them, and couch is scattered with handmade chocolates and oragami notes. “I hope you like it,” he’s say timidly as he walked up to you and kissed the top of your forehead. “Happy Valentine’s day.”

Dino: Dino’s would be a very new approach to things. He is a newbie to life, and a newbie to long-term love. He would get you the regular teddy bear from the store and he would set it on your computer chair. He’d set up notes around your house, telling you which way to go, and nice little things he had thought but never told you. “I know I don’t say it a lot, but I appreciate that you’re here with me on this journey of life as we start our careers and experience new things as adults. Happy Valentines day love.” And he’d pop out from behind the couch with those little confetti poppers and scare you, pulling you into a back hug as he kissed your cheek. 

“Your first fight- Part 2!” Supernatural One shot

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You barely got outside of the building when a hand firmly gripped your forearm. 

“What the hell does that mean?!” Dean snapped, halting you in your tracks. You huffed out a breath of irritation, and resisted the urge to rip your arm away and storm off once again. 

“It means you’re a whore, Winchester.” You snapped, tugging your arm nonetheless; even though you knew you wouldn’t get anywhere. 

“Why are you acting like this?” He snapped right back, and you scoffed. 

“Why the hell do you think I’m acting like this?! After a hunt that we got our asses handed to us on a silver platter the last thing I want to see is my boyfriend flirting with some two dollar hooker.” You hissed, jerking your arm away. You didn’t bother looking at his face because you couldn’t stand the surprise or the teasing remarks he would tell you about being jealous right now. 

You glanced over at where Castiel was waiting, and glared at him too. 

“Don’t ever use your angel bullshit to track me again. There’s a line, and that crossed it.” You snapped, and at the look of surprise on his face you almost felt bad. 

Shaking your head you turned the other way and headed into the darkness of the city. 

After walking for a bit you realized that you might have been a bit in the wrong, snapping at an Angel who doesn’t really know the etiquette of creepily stalking someone with your powers. (But really, is there etiquette for that? You’re unsure.) But those thoughts are quickly chased away by the fact that it took 50 minutes 50 to even call to check where you were. You had been gone for 50 minutes for him to notice that you were fucking gone. 

Huffing out a soft breath, you took a seat on the edge of some fountain and tucked your legs underneath yourself. Stupid Winchester. Making you feel all of these stupid emotions and other stupid things. 

You jerked a bit as a hand was suddenly on your shoulder, and you grabbed it, trying to flip them over your shoulder and into the water. But they seemed to be expecting that, and used the momentum that you were using to pull them to pull back and you let out a little sound of surprise. You turned a bit, and groaned to see Sam standing there with a sympathetic smile on his face. 

“You are angry aren’t you? Trying to dunk the first person that finds you.” He tried, and you just let go of his hand and turned away again. 

“I thought you were some creep.” You muttered under your breath. “Hoping that you were Dean.” You added. 

Sam sighed, sitting next to you. 

“Uh oh.” You said, painting a grin on your face as you low key tried to steer the conversation away from what you desperately wanted to avoid. “Mama Sammy boy is coming down to have a heart to heart. I can’t believe I left my soap operas at home.” You nudged him a bit and he just huffed out a little breath of amusement. 

“Dean’s sorry, you know.” 

You snorted, shifting your body discreetly away from his so your shoulders no longer brushed against one another. “And he sent his little brother to tell me that after he manhandled me in a parking lot?” You snapped, feeling a little bad once you took another breath. Sam didn’t do anything to you, it was Dean you wanted to deck. 

Sam winced. “You know him, he’s never been good at the whole.. Feelings thing. That’s not how we were raised.” He fished out. 

“So? That gives him the right to flirt with whatever chick flutters her eyelashes at him and pushes their tits almost right out of their shirt?” You sniffed, looking out at the park. 

“No.” Sam sighed. “But-,” 

“Sammy, I like you. I do. But if you say that’s how you two were raised one more time I will push you in the pond this time.” You snapped. 

Sam took a breath and took a minute to plan out what he was going to say. You felt another stab of guilt as you grit your jaw and clenched your fists by your side. 

“We’re hunters, Y/n.” He muttered quietly. “We’ve lost grasp of what genuine love feels like and when we do have it we almost sub consciously destroy it. We self sabotage because somewhere in the back of our head a voice is screaming no when all we want to do is say yes.” 

You turned your head to face him, and narrowed your eyes. “So I’m supposed to forgive the infidelity because he can’t accept that he’s got a good thing going for him?” 

Something shifted in the shadows over his shoulder and you caught it just in the corner of your eye. Letting out a huff of breath when you identified the unmistakable shape, you just shook your head. 

“Tell him when he can grow up and accept the fact that there are people willing to stay by him, to start counting his blessings you haven’t left him yet.” You said firmly enough that your voice would carry. “I’ll see you around, Sam.” You smiled at Sam and with one more look over your shoulder you tucked your hands in your jacket at headed back in the town. 

Because you were a hunter. No matter how many times you had to, you would always be able to look after your own ass. Pick up an old life, toss it right out the fucking window and start all over again. With only the phantom memories to keep you company. 

But that was alright. 

Because you were a hunter. 

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It’s sad really, how easily we give our hearts away. We hold it out to someone on a silver platter with a smile on our faces, hoping that they will take care of it, only to watch as they look at it, sneer, and walk away. And we watch as the plate slips out of our hands, knocking the heart to the ground and shattering it into a thousand tiny pieces along with your soul. And no matter how long you spend trying to get them all, some pieces are still missing.
  • Ciel, smirking: So, Sebastian how does it feel?
  • Sebastian: How does what feel?
  • Ciel: When a little girl tries to ram a sword through your face?
  • Sebastian: ...
  • Sebastian: Tell me, young master, how does it feel that your own fiancé can hand your ass to you on a platter but you still can't tie your shoes?
  • Ciel: ...
  • Sebastian: Thats right.

Harry showing Fred and George old muggle movies. Fred and George jumping onto the table in the great hall and yelling for a food fight. Good platters magically refilling so that there’s no end in sight. Ravenclaw getting way too into it and building a trebuchet. Hufflepuff being surprisingly good at finding just who to hit to antagonize any house in order to keep things going. Gryffindor immediately getting into an all out war with Slytherin. Magic being used at first but then it’s just the satisfaction of throwing with your hands and dumping food on your friends. The entire room freezing and not saying a word when McGonagall gets a pie to the face. The entire room breaking into a bigger war when they realize Dumbledore was the one who hit her.


Title: Untrue

Word Count: 1,452 words

Genre: Angst/Fluff *Slight Trigger Warning*

Summary: Namjoon shows you that all those imperfections are nothing but untrue

It wouldn’t stop.

It just wouldn’t stop.

Every time you thought the hateful comments would cease, they never failed to pop up repeatedly, not only hurting you but also triggering the remnants of your past - sure, they were mere remnants, but that didn’t mean that you wouldn’t slip back into the dark side of your mind when provoked.

“Noona! We’re hungry!” A deep voice followed by a giggle echoed from the dining room, and you recognized the voice to belong to Taehyung. More footsteps clumped along the polished floor of the apartment you shared with Namjoon, and you hastily slid your phone into the back pocket of your denim shorts before bringing out the large platters of food.

“This is no time to feel moody,” you warned yourself, and spread a smile across your face as you came face to face with the six other boys, besides your boyfriend, who were all already seated at the table. It was the last day of work for them before their short winter break, and Namjoon had suggested to celebrate it by inviting the rest of his members over for dinner - courtesy of you. Being the hostess, you couldn’t afford to show that you were upset, not even if you had been bombarded on social media with hate comments by certain fans who were still sore over the fact that you were Rap Monster’s other half.

Not even if they had been utterly mean by saying, “You’re too fat for him to love, you’ll break his bones by just sitting on his lap.”

“(Y/N)-noona’s cooking is the best!” Jungkook exclaimed as he helped himself to a generous scoop of your japchae, eyes closing and face forming into an expression of bliss and contentment as the first spoonful went in.

The boys were full of chatter tonight, and you waited for them to help themselves to the food first before taking your own.

“Ah - that’s too much Namjoon. Lesser, please,” you urged as Namjoon had decided to serve you.

“That’s less than half a scoop of noodles, (Y/N). Are you sure you’re not gonna be hungry?” He hesitated, eyeing you carefully.

This was not the first time you had tried to get out of eating with Namjoon, and you decided to avoid eye contact with him so that he wouldn’t be able to tell that you were eating lesser on purpose. “I had a heavy lunch, so I don’t feel that hungry,” was your excuse. Giving you the benefit of the doubt, he put down the serving ladle, and thankfully let you be.

Seconds and minutes passed, and you were still poking at your noodles with your chopsticks and swirling them around. The boys had finished all three plates of japchae, the bulgogi beef, as well as the salad. You, on the other hand, had barely consumed a mouthful. It hadn’t helped that Jimin was on the topic of his new diet and workout plan to get his abs back into shape, and that Seokjin was discussing on his new Christmas cake recipes. All the talk about food, dieting, and exercise just made you sick. You tried to force your noodles down, but all that went through your messy mind was: “Look at your thighs, put down the food.”

You kept quiet for the whole meal, and felt more than relieved when the boys were done and you could finally get away from the dreaded dining table. Tiptoeing into your room, you stood in front of the mirror and started pinching at your sides and your thighs, loathing your reflection - just like how you used to as a teenager in high school. That was when your eating disorders had started, when you had been bullied and made a joke of because of your size. You managed to lose weight the unhealthy way, and you were only rescued from your hell once you met Namjoon, who brought you back to your senses and helped you into the process of recovering. But then again you hadn’t fully recovered, and the comments those fans made when they found out you both were dating, and still continued to make till now, only slowed down your progress.

“Jagiya! What are you doing?” His baritone voice sounded and you jumped in surprise, not daring to turn around. You had promised him before that you would try your best not to take heed of the criticism, and now you felt guilty for doing the opposite again.

You glumly stood rooted to your spot, not wanting to say a word. Not until you felt his strong, muscular arms wrap around your body and his lanky build press against you from the back, did your lips start to quiver, and as much as you had tried to hold them back, the tears still trickled down your cheeks without your control. Namjoon held you tighter, the heat of his body warming your cold one. He waited for your weeps to calm before gently wiping them away with his thumb. Turning you around, he tilted your chin up so that you could face him, but your downcast eyes only flickered across his for a moment, stubbornly refusing to look him in the eyes.

“Look at me, babygirl,” He softly yet sternly whispered in an authoritative manner. “You can’t hide this from me, you know. What happened this time?”

You tried to push him away but his grasp held you in place. Moving his hands up to your shoulders to firmly rub circles on them, he coaxed you into telling him what was wrong.

“They…they said I’m too fat for you to love and…” You noticed his gaze turn into one of anger when he heard what the sour fans had said.

“And?” He questioned for you to continue.

“That I’d break you…just by sitting on your lap alone.” You mumbled, the tears threatening to spill once again. “And then Jimin was going on about his diet and Seokjin-”

Namjoon pressed his finger to your lips to stop you from continuing. He felt angry - he always did, whenever you getting hurt was concerned. But the pain he felt was stronger than the anger, he couldn’t bear for you to get hurt all the time, and then watch you harm yourself even more. He released a heavy sigh after all you had told him had finally sunken in.

“You know that all the bullshit the haters say isn’t true, right, babygirl?” He placed his palm against your cheek and caressed it soothingly.

You stared back at him with uncertainty in your eyes. “Do I?”

He took you by the hand and lead you over to the bed, where he sat down before gripping your waist and placing you down on his lap.

“Did I break, jagiya?” He asked, a smile almost forming on his lips.

You held back a giggle as you shook your head, how he showed you so literally that the comments were bullshit was kind of humorous.

Taking you by surprise, a yelp escaped your lips as he engulfed you in his arms once again and threw you over his back before standing up.

“Yah, Namjoonie! Put me down!” You cried out, thumping on his toned back with your fists. Obviously refusing, he held you using his left arm while the other moved to tickle you at your waist - where you were the most ticklish.

Unable to escape, you burst into peals of laughter as he mercilessly tickled you, and only when you had laughed till you were breathless did he finally put you down.
“See (Y/N). What they say isn’t true, and never will be. And you should have enough trust in me to know that I’ll love you no matter what, okay?” He said calmly while rubbing your back.

You giggled a little and nodded shyly, wisps of hair from your ponytail that had come undone while he had you swung over his back falling into your face. He bent down a little to reach your height, and reaching for the nape of your neck with his hand he eased your face closer to his, before pulling you into a soft, yet deep kiss.

“You’re beautiful just as you are, inside and outside and you are worth so much more than I can ever make you feel. You got that jagiya?” He said once he pulled his lips away from yours, his wide grin now cheering you up as his sweet words lifted your spirits.

You sat the tip of your finger into his cheek where his dimple creased and chuckled. “I think we had better get back to the boys now, before they start looking for us.”

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Soldatin Pt. 5

Summary: Bucky helps you cope with medical treatment. You have a flashback to the ‘40′s with the one and only Howard Stark.

Word Count: 1238

Warnings: PTSD, angst, needles

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When you exit the garage that morning you feel the compound spring to life. It is slightly unsettling being amongst that flurry of movement. You enter the kitchen where Steve, Helen and a tall man with dark hair pull Bucky aside to speak with him. There are so many faces you don’t recognize, you can feel everyone trying not to look at you and your heart begins to pound. No sooner did you retreat to your room when there a soft knock on the door. Bucky was there with Helen behind him, the man you didn’t know behind her and Steve lurking behind them all, distant but acutely present.

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I'm not here to engage in combat or steal your horde of treasure, I'm simply after the Poseidon's Bell to voyage outside of the Ilias continent, in exchange I have prepared a platter of thin-fried tofu, is this trade satisfactory?

This blog is set post-part 3, and the cave that Nanabi now guards is on the continent of Helgondo. Please refer to the “About” for more information on this type of thing.

However, if Luka were to have offered her fried tofu at the time of the interaction on the Ilias continent, she would have likely gladly accepted and chomped down as she watched him come face to face with a far more powerful foe than herself; her boss, Lady Tamamo.

Anniversary: Mr. March, 33 & 41

He slammed you against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist. James kissed you harshly, welcoming your equally aggressive responses. He began to slip his hand under your dress when you pulled away from him, signaling him to put you down. You walked across the room, fixing the stray hairs framing your face. You stared down at the man James had tied down, twirling your knife in your fingers. James walked behind you, throwing a hammer down into the table.
“Miss Evers!” he called.
She entered the room, smiling and holding a platter full of weapons. “Mr. and Mrs. March.”
You grinned, “You did all of this for me?
“Happy anniversary!” James exclaimed, kissing your cheek. “I booked the hotel almost full this weekend, just for us to enjoy.”
“I love you!”
Miss Evers had placed the platter on the desk and left, leaving you two to your work.
Please don’t do this,” begged the man on the table.
James showed off his own wedding ring before inspecting the man’s finger, “You’re a married man, I see. Surely you understand how to please your wife. Or maybe you don’t…considering the woman in your hotel room wasn’t your wife. If I were you, I’d be grateful. You get to see a normal relationship before your untimely death.”
You kissed James’ neck, grabbing the hammer and slamming it into the man’s body. Minutes later, you were both covered in blood. “Should we finish what we started?” he questioned you, rubbing your lips clean with his thumb.
“That’d be a nice end to the night,” you replied, allowing him to guide you back to your room, “I picked the right husband.”
“Indeed you did.”

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“Why do white people get so offended when you tell them they’re privileged?”

Yeah gee being told that all the struggles you went through in life, all the difficulties you fought tooth and nail to overcome, don’t matter and don’t count, and weren’t actually there, because everything in your whole life was just handed to you on a silver platter, isn’t a total slap in the face at all.

It’s not like you’re making assumptions about my life, my personal issues and difficulties, my economic situation, basically everything about me, all based on my race.

You might as well ask “Why do people get offended when you totally dismiss every struggle they’ve ever faced and that none of their problems are real?”

The Zodiac Signs as Waiters/Waitresses

Aries as a waiter: The salesman, the one who is always trying to up-sell a bottle of wine or get you to buy the special!

Taurus as a waiter: The one who explains what every dish is about!

Gemini as a waiter: The over-talkative one who isn’t afraid to be too friendly.

Cancer as a waiter: The one whose mood effects their performance.

Leo as a waiter: The performer who likes to do tricks at the bar, with cocktails, deserts, platters, and is usually very cheerful.

Virgo as a waiter: Professional, might actually care about the venues reputation, and is on top of their game.

Libra as a waiter: Remembers your name, draws hearts or smiley faces on your check, and has a welcoming persona.

Scorpio as a waiter: Most likely to flirt with you or likes to make the whole table laugh or is the ghost waiter who is never there!

Sagittarius as a waiter: The speed demon who is taking on all the tables they can and can get competitive with their work!                            

Capricorn as a waiter: Does what they need to do to get a tip!

Aquarius as a waiter: Wants to stand out in some way, maybe they sit down next to customers to take an order or is wearing roller blades.

Pisces as a waiter: Is either really good at relating to customers or tells people their life story all the time, or a little bit of both.

Arthur makes that sound again, hoarse and strained. It’s like he’s trying to laugh but tears keep getting in the way. “Merlin, you were dead.”

“I’m pretty sure I wasn’t.” He’s tired of being on his back in the dirt. He wants to sit up, but the throbbing in his arm serves as a pretty dire warning that if he does, he’s going to regret it. “Passed out, maybe. Broken bones are very painful.”

And he’s practically handing this to Arthur on a platter, the opportunity to tease him, to mock him for his weakness, for passing out, for not being stoic in the face of a little pain. He waits for Arthur to take the bait, but all he does is make that wounded sound again and grab on to Merlin’s shoulder. “No. You were dead. You weren’t breathing. Your heart wasn’t beating. I checked. I–”

Merlin hums beneath his breath. “You’re right, then. Must be magic, because people don’t just come back from the dead all on their own. You’d better summon the knights here and hunt down that sorcerer.” He rolls his head to the side, enough that he can see Arthur, can see the way that his face has gone pale and his features strained. “Or you can help me splint my arm. Might be more productive.”