god delights in you

perspective

this is for @ivory-leigh with special thanks to @onemuseleft for her help with the idea

i super didn’t mean to write this tonight but the idea was SO GOOD and i’ve really been jonesing to write

In the weeks following what they’re calling The Battle of New York, Bruce settles into the Tower with an incredible ease.

The floor Tony designed for him is shockingly well-suited to his tastes and needs considering how Tony likes to claim he’s not a team-player. Bruce suspects each floor is equally well-designed and perhaps that’s why they’re all able to slip into a routine so quickly.

It feels like something missing has slotted into place and Bruce can tell just by looking at the others’ faintly bewildered expressions when they look around at the space they share that they feel the same.

Still, Bruce never looks toward Harlem.

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You’re right. You do take up more space now. Today, your laughter fills the whole room. Today, you play a bigger role than just “sick”. Yes. Your body takes up more space now. And look how much it can do. Look how much it has struggled through. The healing is big. So yes, my sweet warrior. You take up more space now. Thank God.
your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.
—  Charles Bukowski
Cuddles - Drabble

Originally posted by seabasschino

Bucky X Reader

Anon’s request: Heyyy can u please do a Whiny!bucky barnes x reader were he’s just lazy the whole day and just wants to cuddle with the reader specially on her Ass. Because she has a really great ass and he just wants to lay his head their but the reader has work…but bucky just keeps whining. Later on they cuddle

A/N: Anon’s request! Yay!! Thank you for the request, I hope you like it! I wrote something like that previously [here], but there was no ‘ass’ included and I love this idea so much! No problem doing it again. 

A/N2: Requests are open. If you want to be tagged, tell me and I will arrenge it!

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“[Y/nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn],” Bucky drags the last sillable of your name as he plops down on the couch beside you. You have your laptop open and propped up by the arm of the couch, your fingers fly around the keyboard, filling a work’s report.

“Yes?”

“I need you.”

That gets you attention. “With what?” Bucky needed help, your report could wait.

He reached out with both arms, making grabby movements, a pout on his face, doe eyes and lower lip out (a toddler’s expression, but he could it off amazingly good).

“Cuddle me?”

Seriously?

“We’ll cuddle after I finish this, okay?”

Bucky leaned into you, ruffling his nose on your neck.

“Pleaseeeeeee.” Yes, he whined. Bucky Barnes whined.

“Buck, why don’t you go hit the gym until I finish my report?” you asked, stroking his hair with your hand. His head leaned into your touch, closing his eyes. He turned to kiss your palm.

“I don’t wanna,” he mumbled into your hand. “I’m tired. Please, cuddle with me, doll.”

You seriously had to finish your report, like immediately.

“I can lay down with you,” he perked up and that, his eyes shining from excitement - if he had a tail, it would be flipping fast - “But I’ll still have to bring the computer and finish this.”

“Okay.”

Bucky laid flat on his back on the huge couch and you on top of him, chests together.

Your arms outstretched to reach your computer behind his head, on the cushion so you could still type.

His hands crept to your sides, running up and down in a soothing manner. He soon went to do the same across your back and sides.

Then his hands simply settled on your ass.

“Huh, Buck?”

“Yeah, doll?”

Of course he would reply with a smug smile and closed eyes, completely delighted with the situation.

You chuckled, “Oh my God, okay, then.”

You returned to typing away. It wouldn’t be long now.

He squeezed your ass, “You got a great ass, doll, did ya’ know?”

You looked at him, “You tell me every day,” you pecked his lips and he smiled lovingly, “How can I not know that?”

“I just wanted to make sure.”

Just one more paragraph…

He kissed your jaw, travelling down to your neck and to the other side and back to the jaw.

“Bucky,” you whispered and he hummed for you to proceed, the noise sending shivers up your spine, “Let me finish and we’ll cuddle. I’m almost done.”

“Okay.”

But he didn’t move his lips from your neck nor his hands from your ass, which squeezed from time to time.

And the last paragraph had to be the longest, after all. Fury was burning in your mind, this was a really long report with very little time for you to write it. And you wanted to cuddle with your whining I-could-kill-any-person-in-this-planet-including-Natasha-but-I-just-wanna-cuddle boyfriend.

There,” you beamed, “Final dot.”

“That means…”

“Yes, Buck. Cuddle.”

He made you lay on your stomach again, but this time on the bed. Little difference: he wasn’t under you. No, he was perpendicular to you, his head on your hard yet soft ass, his arms massaging your lower back. He had fetched food and drinks for you as you picked the movie that rolled on the big screen.

Cuddly Bucky was the best.

“Doll?” he called, quietly.

“Yeah, Buck?” you answered with a calming tone.

“I love you.”

You smiled.

“I love you too, Bucky.”

“Doll?”

“Yeah?”

“Having something you can’t bear to lose is fucking scary. And I you’re mine.”

You slid down on the bed and lined your face with his. “You won’t lose me. I promise.”

He looked into your eyes, searching. You held his gaze lovingly. Apparently he found what he was looking for.

Tenderly, he held your face and kissed you. There was no hurry, no fear; just love and care.

When he pulled away, he asked, “Can we cuddle again?”

“Same way?”

“Please,” his puppy dog eyes were irresistible. Once settled on your ass again, you heard him mumbling, “Why the hell I’ve never thought of this before?”


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Odin (A Binding on Ichor series)

Originally posted by smiletotheshadow

Pairing: Ivar X Reader

Word Count: 2300

Warnings: prepare yourself for cute things

-The Morrígna- -Odin-

It would have been a simple part 2 title but good ol’ Morrigan (Non-plural of the name) wasn’t mentioned, a certain someone else in the current title was soooo…introducing a theme of Gods now. Odin forcing my hand to a new title.


Your father leaves you with two bridal gifts, one to protect you and the other to protect your home. Both help reveal just a little more about you to Ivar, but not as much as how you deal with criminals.


@superanonymousreader

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Cat-caller: *whistles* Woo baby! You got a boyfriend?

You: *pointed glare* My partner is a sex god, built like a fucking tank, and they will smite your ass.

Cat-caller: *shuts the fuck up*

…Little does the Cat-caller know, your partner is an actual sex god who would delight in kicking their ass for looking at you cross-eyed…

Loki x Criminal!reader - Unbelievable

A/N - I like this idea a lot, hope you enjoy.

Warnings: maybe some bad language?

Plot: Loki is content alone in his cell, but will he be content with some company? Slight guardians of the galaxy references?

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I throw my head back, my neck cracking almost immediately. I’ve been in need of that in months, having no proper bed to sleep on really takes its toll. Six months I’ve been in this cell, with only the company of the other prisoners and my mother occasionally. My brother has not once visited me, understandable as the last time we met we were trying to kill each other.

I try to do what’s best for midguard. I try to give those humans the freedom they want and desire. I try to rule them, to make it a better place. And this is the thanks I get.

I sigh and stand up, leaving the book I’ve already read five times on the floor. Making my way to the front of the cell, I stand with my hands behind my back, looking left and right, for anything new. But nothing new ever happens down here. No break outs, no new company. Nothing.

I run my hands along the barrier. The barrier that separates me from my freedom and will do for a very long time.

A voice in the distance breaks me from my thoughts, perking my head up I furrow my brows in confusion. The shouts of ‘let me go’ and 'get off me’ could be heard, with grunts of what I presume are the guards. The voice is female, definitely.

No use struggling sweetheart.

The guards bring her into the jail, stopping in front of my cell. I step back and look at her. H/C hair covering her face and a F/C leather jacket with black pants.

The guards look at each other in doubt, as if deciding whether it’s a good idea to put her in with me.

They soon let out a sigh and shove her through the barrier. She stumbles in but doesn’t fall. I watch her walk to the barrier, shouting at the guards that brought her here.

“Hey assholes! Give it back! It’s mine now! I got someone willing to buy from me for 10,000 units!” She shouts, her jaw set.

She shakes her head and steps away from the barrier, her black boots echoing in the cell. I let out a chuckle and she looks over at me, groaning in frustration.

“Out of all the people, I’m stuck in space jail with YOU. A bat shit crazy God. How delightful. Do they have no consideration for my well-being?”

“Who are you?”

She rolls her eyes, “Y/N.”

I nod slowly, repeating her name over and over in my head. Y/N, such a pretty name to match such a pretty girl. “Well, Y/N, I’m afraid not. You’ll most likely be in here for a while. Unless you find a way to escape.”

She looks up at me, “Should be easy. I’ve escaped every prison I’ve been in, that’s around 14 so far. I don’t see this one as any different.”

My smirk turns into a smile, “14 prisons? That’s quite impressive. But what would a lady like you be doing in prisons?”

She looks at me warily, “Why do you wanna know?”

I raise my eyebrows, “If we’re to be cell mates, the least we can do is get to know each other. We are going to be in here for a considerable amount of time, unless you find a way to escape of course.”

She shrugs, as if taking my words into consideration before answering me, “I’m a thief. I steal things, usually valuable things. Things that make a lot of money. I take them and sell them for the highest offer. I’ve been doing it since I was young, since I got picked up from earth.”

I nod, processing everything she says carefully, “So, why are you here? On Asguard, in jail.”

She bites her lip and let’s out a breathy laugh, “I…I got caught stealing weapons…and the crown.”

My eyes widen, oh I like her already.

I smike at her, “Daring, my love, even if I do say so myself. You have guts, coming here to steal the crown. I like that in a woman.”

Her eyes widen, “No, no, no. I am not here to stay. I plan on escaping in the next couple of days. So don’t even think of trying anything with me.”

I smile, “I kid. But how do you plan to escape?”

She shrugs, looking over at me, “I’m not sure, but I will find a way. Even if I die trying. And….maybe if you’re good I’ll take you with me.”

I smirk, I can behave myself for a while…I think.

The Laughing Heart
Charles Bukowski (Read by Tom Waits)
The Laughing Heart

your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it, the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.


Charles Bukowski, The Laughing Heart

Voz/ Read by: Tom Waits

I was tagged by @fieldofclover! Who I cannot tag back, but Tumblr likes to guess at names anyway, and apparently FITSTUDS is an option. So like. Do with that information what you will. 

1. How tall are you?
Like 6″1ish! I can reach every shelf. Every single one. 

2. What colour and style is your hair?
Blonde and short! So very short. I miss having hair that could grow out convincingly.

3. What colour are your eyes?
Blue, but like. With a ring of yellow in the middle. One of them also has a tiny red dot and I’m very fond of it for reasons I can never put my finger on. (Quite literally)

4. Do you wear glasses?
Yes! Though I will often forget and then walk around wondering why everything seems weirder than usual. The frequency with which I do this is probably worrying. 

5. Do you have braces?
Sort of? I had a plate, which isn’t really the same as having braces, but is kind of like having the fun cousin of braces. I quit part way through though and now I have 1x completely sideways tooth, though you can’t actually see it. 

6. What is your fashion sense?
Fandom T-shirts all day every day *finger guns*. Tomoyo would disown me in half a second. 

7. Do you have any siblings?
Two younger sisters! People are often surprised that I am the oldest child. Like, extremely surprised. Then they ask if I am sure. 

I’m pretty sure, yes. 

8. What kind of student are you?
The stressed kind with social anxiety that makes discussion classes something of a panic infused hell roulette. Also the kind to get overly invested in drawing things in the margins of lecture notes and then getting emotionally conflicted when I need to throw them away later. Real talk though, university absolutely ruined my ability to relax. I can’t spend more than a few hours doing nothing before the guilt starts to seep into my soul and I feel bad for not working on an essay instead. What essay? There are no essays. I haven’t been at university for years. But the guilt is there all the same. 

9. What are your favourite subjects?
I adore History and Classical Studies. Languages were also very satisfying, if more work than every other subject combined.

10. What are your favourite TV shows?
I don’t watch too many TV shows (again, because of the faceless guilt that hounds me every of the day) but I’ve been watching Supergirl on plane rides recently and oh my god. I love it. So much. I may have cried openly on the plane during several of the episodes. YOU CAN PROVE NOTHING. 

11. Favourite Books?
Why you gotta call me out like this. Ok, I’m going to go with The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms by N.K.Jemisin, because it is fantastic and I adore it in so many ways. I would say more, but I have a small army of bookshelves all glowering at me from across the room and I don’t want to be here all day, so we’ll leave it at that. 

12. Favourite pastime?
Writing! Writing lifts my soul and actually lets me feel like I’m achieving something in life, which is something I can’t go long without. I’m also a huge fan of reading, and playing games, and then talking too much about both of those things. 

13. Any regrets?
When I was younger I spent a lot of time trapped in a cycle of self-loathing that made life very difficult. Finally discovering that things like social anxiety and depression existed for other people in the world changed my outlook on life entirely, and it’s only a shame that I never discovered it earlier. 

14. What is your dream job?
Author! It might not be super achievable, but I’m at the point where I know I have to try for it anyway. I’ve had enough of jobs that I only mildly enjoy.

15. Do you want to get married?
One day for sure! Still have to find the idiot though. He’s around here somewhere.

16. Do you want to have kids and how many?
Yes, but not yet. I feel like 2 might be a good number? Depending? Alternatively I could just get a bunch of cats. I’m not above that. 

17. How many countries have you visited?
Oh my god, not enough. I’ve been to Australia and Malaysia, and I lived in Brunei for a little less than a year when I was little. There are many places I would LOVE to go, but I don’t think I could ever go alone. 

I’m tagging: @jean—-ralphio, @kurogabae, @zelinxia@an-actual-lion, @moonlightpastime, @fallintolight, @kairi-ou, @altalemur, @tinytinyrobot, aaaand anyone else who might want to waste an hour :D

with hands stained pink by strawberries i reach for you &
with a tongue loosened by red wine i pray to you;
lazily i daze in a Hermes-haze, lying in a single sunbeam,
lyrical words trip from my lips and i don’t restrain myself
from praising you; son of Maia, son of Zeus, heart-delighting god, who could ever think of you without being seized by awe? who could speak your name without smiling?
—  @nymphei, my admiration for hermes
Golden Desire

Summary: Watching Sebastian work on the set of ‘The Bronze’ is giving you a hard time.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, S M U T ! ! !

Word count: 2583

A/N: well i wrote this 

Originally posted by iblamebuckybarnes

After another long exhausting day on set, you were finally able to pack up your things and head off. Your feet were killing you and all you wanted to do was kick off your red heels and take a nice long bath. Working as a production assistant on a movie set had its ups and downs. The ups were the many oppurtunities this job offered as well as meeting new and important people. You wanted to write or direct a movie yourself one day, so getting whatever job on a movie set was the first step. 

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The Strength of Two

Summary: Courage comes at a cost.

Pairing: Soul/Maka

Rating: T

Tags: Angst, Anxiety, Hurt/Comfort, Humor

Word Count: 1,600

Available on Ao3. Special thanks to @skadventuretime for being a lovely beta~

If you ask Soul Evans if he has any superpowers, he would say for certain that he does. But he won’t tell you about how he can turn into a literal fucking scythe, nor about the way he is able to command the rhythm of a fight with an improvised melody from the piano in his mind. While he might cite his cool-kid aesthetic as being ‘super,’ if you ask him in earnest, he will tell you that his power is being able to read his meister like she reads Austen.

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spy kids 2 is the best one in the franchise and you can all fucking fight me on this

  • ralph the bug robot
  • the president’s daughter’s secret service posse
  • THE FUCKING MAGNET MEN
  • that one whole scene where the kids beat up the magnet men
  • [robot voice] now picking your nose
  • WHO? WHAT? WHEN? WHERE AND WHY do i delight in
  • steve buscemi
  • tiny animals. TINY ANIMALS
  • “do you think god hides in heaven because he too is afraid of what he has created”
  • cheering skeletons
  • man i dunno about you but when i was 10 i had the biggest crush on gary giggles
  • “i only dance….. ballet”
  • and don’t forget:

Originally posted by piperelizabeths

Imagine Jamie staying by your side while you're in Hospital

(A/N: For Anon, I hope you and everyone else enjoys this! Sorry, if it’s bad. It’s almost midnight and I’m super tired!) 

Imagine Jamie staying by your side while you’re in Hospital

“Did you get it?” You asked as soon as you saw Jamie slip into the room, you propped yourself up waiting for an answer.

“I got it,” He confirmed with a grin, producing a brown bag from behind his back.

“Thank God,” You beamed in delight.

“Here catch…” He warned about to underarm the bad to you before stopping himself after remembering the state you were in, “Actually maybe not,”

“Good idea,” You chuckled, gently shaking your right arm which was confined in a cast and a subsequent sling.

He walked towards you and took a seat in the chair beside you. He pulled the table towards you and helped you sit up properly by moving your pillow and letting you use his arm as leverage.

“Thanks,” You said, breathing through the pain.

“Don’t mention it,” He reassured, grabbing hold of your good hand and kissing it.

“Alright,” You began, opening the bag that he placed on the table and pulling out a chocolate muffin, “ I thought I asked for a blueberry one?”

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Parisian popcorn

(A/N): I loved this request! 

Request: Could you please write a Scarlett Johansson x fem reader fic where the reader and her friends are holidaying in Paris and they come across Scarlett’s yummy pop shop. They go in and Scarlett is there and takes quite a shine to the reader! While the reader and her friends silently fangirl and try to hold it together

Warnings: none? 

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @sxph-t


Originally posted by hailscarlettjohansson

   “C’mon (Y/N),” Your friends whine, stomping their feet like children outside of one the cutest looking shops you’d ever seen. “Let’s just go in, we don’t even have to buy anything-” 

  “I know you guys,” You sigh, shaking your head. “We’re not going in there, you guys will take a look at one piece of food and demand that we buy it,” 

   “Pllllllleeeeeee”

   “The prices are probably outrageous,” 

   “eeeeeaaaaaaasssss-” 

  “You guys-” 

   “sssssssssssssssssseeeeee?” You sigh, folding your arms over your chest as you glare at the shop. It’s not that you didn’t want to go in, you really did, you just didn’t want to spend all the money you had for this trip in one sitting, and on popcorn too. 

   “Fine,” You relent, already knowing you were going to regret this decision later. “We’ll go in, but-” You raise a finger, silencing their happy little exclaims “We are not buying a single thing, I don’t care if it’s the most amazing looking piece of food you’ve ever seen, we’re not buying it, got it?” All your friends nod excitedly before hurrying into the shop with you, not too far behind. All your friends whisper and point at the decadent looking popcorn, all giggling at something as they rush in through the door. You sigh, shaking your head as you start looking around, gazing at all the different kinds of popcorn indifferently. 

   “Can I help you with something?” A sweet, almost sultry voice asks, nearly sending you jumping into the air. You whip around, clutching at your rapidly beating chest as you go to reprimand whoever decided to scare you but you stop when you look at them, your mouth running dry at their face. 

   “Oh my god-” You whisper, “You’re Scarlett Johansson,” She smiles, nodding her head almost proudly. 

   “That I am,” You smile widely, your heart fluttering at her smile. “Is there anything I can help you find?” 

  “Wait- do you work here?” She nods again, her smile never once faltering. 

  “I actually own the place,” You nod your head, her words settling in. You had never even heard of this little shop until a few minutes ago, maybe your friends and known who owned the shop and they just wanted to get a little glimpse at said owner. 

   “Oh wow, that’s- that’s so cool!” She smiles, almost blushing if you looked hard enough. 

   “Well thank you,” She whispers, her smile at least ten times brighter now. “So- are you searching for anything in particular or-” 

   “Oh no!” You smile at her, quickly responding to her question. “My friends just wanted to come take a look around and-” 

  “Come here,” She smiles, taking your hand in hers and guiding you to some back counter. You blush at the contact but follow her along nevertheless, not that you had a choice really, she was gripping your hand as she tugged you along. “Here, try this,” She states placing a bit of popcorn in your free hand. You look at her, and then to the popcorn then back up at her again. “Go on, it’s really good, I promise,” You smile as you gingerly pop the pieces in your mouth, savoring their flavor. 

  “Oh my god,” You whisper, licking your lips as you do, “This is incredible,” She smiles, her eyes twinkling brightly. 

  “Yeah?” 

  “Hell yeah,” She blushes, chuckling just a bit. 

  “Do you want to try some of the other ones?” You nod your head, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically but Scarlett either didn’t care or didn’t want to mention because suddenly she was pulling you once again, to another station with more popcorn. “Try this one,” She hands you some and you immediately eat the pieces, desperate for another taste at her delicious popcorn. 

    “This is so good,” you nearly moan through a mouthful of food. “Like insanely good,” she smiles, blushing just a bit. 

    “I can get you bag if you’d like?" 

    "Oh no,” you shake your head, licking your lips of any residual popcorn crumbs. “I shouldn’t buy-”

    “It’ll be on me, it’s free," 

    "I can’t accept that-”

    “Oh come on,” Scarlett laughs as she walks to the counter grabbing a bag and shoveling some food in it. “It’s just some popcorn, nothing too drastic,” you smile as she stuffs the bag full of all kinds of popcorn, some sweeter looking than than some of the others. But whether they were sweet, salty, or even sour you knew they were gonna taste great. 

   You watch as she quickly scribbles something down before tucking it into the bag, giving you a quick smile as she hands it over to you.

    “You’ll have to make sure to come back sometime,” she gives you a little wink as she turns on her heel, walking back behind the counter and disappearing into a back room.

    You stare after her, not quite believing what just happened but before you could even begin to question what happened your friends scurried up to you, all squealing in delight. 

   "Oh my god she talked to you!“ One of them whispers, smacking your arms excitedly. "Oh my god you really just met Scarlett Johansson!” You chuckle a bit, looking down at your bag just a bit bash fully.

    “It’s not that big of a deal you guys-” your sentence halts as you look at a little slip of paper within the bag, not receipt of any kind but rather a plain slip of paper with a few words written on it. You tilts your head to read the note and they nearly drop the bag as the words connect in your  mind.

    Call me sometime cutie ;) 

    and there, listed just below her note was Scarlett’s number.

Professor Jones. Chapter 2

Thanks to everyone for encouraging me continue with this story. It’s been burning in my brain and I had to sit and get this next part written out. This is the next installment in my Professor Jones story. I write for you so I hope you enjoy. Rated M.

chapter 1 / chapter 3 / Chapter 4

CHAPTER 2

The next few weeks flew by in a blur. Emma was busy with school and work at the museum and Killian’s schedule was full at the university. After spending the night with him she needed to stay away for a while. He had tried to call her and she ignored it, instead replying with a text telling him she was busy and would call him later, which she then did not. She knew she was being a coward but didn’t care. She had never felt like this about anyone and it was terrifying her. He was making her think things she knew were dangerous.
“You keep thinking that hard and smoke is going to come out of your ears” Ruby said with a sardonic gaze.
Emma gave her a half smile and went back to eating her cheeseburger. Beverly’s Diner had been a staple in the community forever. Her first night in Gentlebrook had been spent in one of the rooms Beverly rented. The red, plastic covered booths and the retro bar at the front evoked nostalgia in many a visitor.  Beverly had introduced her to Ruby, her granddaughter, and the best cheeseburger she’d ever eaten. She dredged her French fries in some ketchup before replying to her friend.
“I can’t avoid him forever Rubes, what the hell am I going to do” she said around a mouthful of fries. Nerves had her eating her emotions and that annoyed her.
“Why are you trying to avoid him? You said it was the best sex of your life. Not to mention the dozen daisies he had delivered to your door. If you don’t want him, move along girl, I will take him”. A quick surge of jealousy enveloped her so fast she stopped mid chew. Ruby laughed and smiled a grin that said she knew exactly what nerve she’d hit. “Look Emma, I know you’re afraid -”
“I am NOT afraid, I –“ Emma interrupted.
“-But you can’t give up on something potentially amazing because you’re afraid he will leave you.” Ruby covered Emma’s hand with hers and squeezed to assuage the blow of her words. “I love you Emma, and I want to see you happy. Give it a chance. And if it doesn’t work out, then you’ll have had some fantastic sex” she winked.
Emma knew Ruby was right, she was bothersome that way, but fleeing from potential heartache had saved her too many times to count. She knew that getting attached to people only led to grief. Ruby was an exception to the rule and Emma had come to count on her friendship. But people left. That’s a lesson she had learned at birth and no one had come along yet to prove her wrong. Her parents, her friends in the foster system, her first real love, Neal. She had fallen hard for that selfish bastard and he had abandoned her to climb the corporate ladder in New York. After that, she swore that she wouldn’t let another person, especially a man, have that much of her heart. And the fact that she had not only went willingly with Killian over the edge, she had let him take the lead. Her cheeks burned at the memory. Get on your knees. She took a gulp of her water and tried to push his hauntingly beautiful voice out of her head.
“There’s nothing to give a chance. It was sex, plain and simple.” She knew she was lying but Ruby loved her enough to let it go. For now.

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Your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them. take them.
you can’t beat death but,you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,the more light there will be.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight in you.
if you’re going to try, go all the way.
this could mean losing girlfriends,wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.
go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days.
it could mean freezing on a park bench.
it could mean jail,derision,mockery,or
isolation.
isolation is the gift, all the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it.
and you’ll do it,
despite rejection and the worst odds.
and it will be better than anything else you can imagine.
if you’re going to try, go all the way.
there is no other feeling like that.
you will be alone with the gods and the nights will flame with
fire.
—  Charles Bukowski - The Laughing Heart