#i’m running on minimal sleep and coffee

[mars-colony]

Getting my hearing aid in 15 minutes. So anxious I might throw uuuup, wooooo!

[roseychains]

could you maybe do relationship/nsfw headcanons for gojo and nanami. Please

Relationship and nsfw h/c for Gojo and Nanami ~

A/n: thanks for the request! This was pretty fun writing, I enjoyed it a lot and kinda went crazy ;3

C/w: fluff, sillyness. As for nsfw, written by a minor!

Sfw

Gojo

Major gift giver!! It’s his love language and he certainly has the money to do so. If he sees something that reminds him of you, he’ll buy it for you. If he thinks you’ll like it, he buys it for you. If he thinks it’s a cool thing, he’ll buy it to show you

Sooo touchy. He’s clingy and cuddly. He always has his hands on you. Holding yours, snaked around your waist, hip, around your neck, on your thigh, it doesn’t matter. He needs to hold you. When he gets home from particularly draining missions, he just wants to wrap his arms around you and sleep

Speaking of sleep, he’s really sleepy. And snores loud as fuck, almost monstrously so. That’s only for day naps, at night, he won’t let himself sleep before you are asleep

He sometimes has bad dreams, dreams where something happens to you and will wake up and pull you closer. He’s gentle enough to not wake you up but holding you is a comfort to him

Loves to take you shopping and play dress up with you. He will pick out clothes with you then send you to the changing room, and have you walk out real quick to show him how you look

He loves showering together, and he loves washing your hair for you and vice versa

You play games together, and he rages. Y’all definitely have some shared concels for playing things together, and he will throw a fit when he loses

He likes helping you cook. He will get things out for you, cut veggies and wash the dishes while you run the kitchen

But sometimes he cooks for you, doing it all in an apron that says “kiss the chef” or something cheesy

Buys you the most expensive jewelry, and urges you to wear it anytime you go out

Hugs from behind!! Lots of sneaky teasing touches. Pinches you playfully. Slaps ur ass then runs knowing your about to turn around and get his 10x harder

He acts like he’s smaller than he is. Will definitely ask to be little spoon, but you end up wrapping around him like a backpack. Sits on YOUR lap, etc

Always wants a kiss. Never let’s you leave the house without a kiss, and vise versa

He will pose for you. Pose for you to draw him, pose for pics, etc

Let’s you practice hair, nails, makeup, and anything else traditionally feminine on him. He thinks he looks fabulous

Will attempt to take bites of your food when you aren’t looking

Nanami

Such a gentlemen. He will chauffeur you everywhere, open your door for you, carry you when your feet hurt, pay for 100% of all dates, treats you like a princess

Speaking of princess treatment, he makes you breakfast in bed “just because”

Definition of a male wife. He does all the cleaning and helps with the cooking, always has the bed made and the house tidy by the time you get home

Brushes and does your hair for you, learned how to specifically for you

Such a romantic. I’m talking candle lit dinners, rose petals adorning the bedroom, bubble baths and more

Surprisingly super shy in public. You have to break him out of his shell a little bit

He secretly wears women’s perfume when he can. He thinks it smells so much nicer than cologne

Puts your needs first down to the most minimal details. Not making you sit next to strangers on trains, letting you get the entire hotel bed to yourself, letting you shower first with the hot water, etc

He takes any and all of your injuries seriously. Even a small paper cut he will have you wash and put a bandage on it to prevent infection

He also doesn’t take any risks. He makes sure anytime you guys are outside for an extended period of time that your wearing sunscreen. When you guys are in grass, he’s making sure you have on some kind of bug spray on your ankles

Brews coffee everymorning like clockwork for the both of you. He likes it black but bought a ton of stuff for you, so he makes your coffee Starbucks style the way you like it with cream and stuff

Watches you sleep, not in a creepy way. More in like your so beautiful he can’t keep his eyes off way

He’s super into yoga, will go to yoga classes with you. He’s so stiff he needs it

He reads a lot of books, and will geek out about them to you

Frequently accidently sleeps with his glasses on, you’ll wake up beside him and he will just. Have them on. And when he gets up in the morning to take them off he has red marks around his eyes

Nsfw

Gojo

Such a fucking tease. He LOVES to get you worked up before giving you what you want

Edging and overstim both ways. He loves to get you so close to that edge, then pull out and make you whine or beg for it. He also really enjoys making yoy cum over and over until your crying and pleading with him to stop. As for himself, his main motive for edging himself is to help him last longer. Lord knows he can’t stand more than 10 minutes inside you without cumming. He also loves it when you milk him for all he’s worth, ridding him into tears

Absolutely into sensory deprivation. He gets a kick out of either you, not being able to know his next move keeping you in the dark, or him, being at your mercy

Speaking of sensory stuff, he fucking loves it when you wear his blindfold. Blocking your vision, you can only feel his touches and not see them

He cums so much, everywhere all the time. His favorite place to cum has to be all over your face. Have you sucking him off, but before he cums he pulls out and jerks it a few times before painting your face with his seed. It’s so hot to him, seeing you covered in it

He might even take a picture if you let him. He’s really into picture/video taking, just to have for himself. Whenever your not there, he can pull out his file of lewd photos and videos of you two

He is soooo vocal. He’s loud and his moans are whiny. He doesn’t hold back though, he has no shame. Matter of fact he wants everyone to know what you do to him

Speaking of, he’s a bit of a risk taker. He’s not past sneaking into a changing room for you to help him with the boner he got looking at you in those clothes

While he may cum fast, he can still last several rounds without break. He is the strongest, after all

Loves oral giving and receiving because it’s so messy. He loves it when your drooling all over his cock, or when his chin is covered in your slick

He’s a switch, but when he’s on bottom he’d moan if you step on his cock. Such a slutty submissive, and a brat too. He’d do things to get you angry so you punish him for it later <3

Definitely has considered 3somes with geto, but never brought it up

I can see him being into roleplay

He’s not insanely girthy, but he is LONGG and pretty. Has a cute curve at the end that’s perfect for you

He loves fucking your tits

His fingers are slim and long, and when he fingers you he will make you see stars

Thinks it’s so hot when he gets you to squirt

Somno with consent

If you need to be clean right that moment he will do so, but aftercare with him usually he prefers to cuddle up and sleep then clean up in the morning

Nanami

Such a service dom. He’s a provider, and that nature sticks in the bedroom. He lives to please you, and will make you cum several times before even freeing his cock from his tight pants

He would definitely dabble in bdsm. Specifically, what he enjoys is bondage and brat taming

With bondage, he has it all. It may be a small fluffy pair of handcuffs binding your wrists behind your back, two a sturdy rope tying your ankles and wrists to the corner of the bed, to full on shibari, ropes all over your body

Absolutely uses his tie and/or belt to bind you

Brat taming was something you insisted, and when he tried it he found out he got a kick out of it too. It started with you teasing him all day, and when you begged him to be rough with you and put you in your place who is he to deny you?

Both kinks are done with upmost gentleness and care. Of course. He may also engage in light impact play, small spanks on your ass and even your clit. Nothing enough to hurt, just a little love tap to startle you

His hands drive you insane. His hands are so big, they wrap perfectly around your wrists, neck, hips, waist, etc. they also reach all the parts inside you just the way you like

While he often takes the leading role, he’s not opposed to letting you ride him to get yourself off when he doesn’t have the energy

He’s not very loud, mostly grunts and quite muffled moans come from him

So much praise. He’s constantly reassuring you through the whole ordeal, calling you beautiful, gorgeous, how well your doing, how good you are for him, etc

He would degrade you if you really wanted. Again, you’d have to tell him because he wouldn’t ever say such things to you but when your begging him to say mean things to you, he’s nothing but a pleaser

Cockwarming is a big turn on. He’s a busy man, so when he has work to do but you wanna get off, he will let you sit on his cock

Similarly, he also likes watching you ride his thigh. Your wet pussy grinding up and down on his clothed leg does something to him

Aftercare god. As soon as you guys are done he’s running a bath, carrying you to it, washing you off as you just lay back. After he drys you off, he’s carrying you back to the bed and wrapping you with his arms

[pedroscurls]

second chances | pt. 1

Character(s): Marcus Pike x fem!Reader Summary: After a stressful past couple of days at work, Marcus is ready to spend his day off relaxing. Until he gets a new neighbor asking for his help. Word count: 1.3k  A/N: I've become a Marcus Pike girlie and I can't go back now. Don't even get me started on Lisbon... So, I decided that Marcus Pike deserves a happy ending. Stay tuned and enjoy! Warning: None.  SERIES MASTERLIST - ultimate masterlist

Since moving to Washington DC – alone – Marcus has busied himself with work. Long hours in the office. Late nights. Barely any sleep. It was his way of distracting himself from the fact that Lisbon had chosen Jane over him. Marcus wasn’t a jealous man, but he was filled with frustration at himself for seeing a future with someone who was so obviously in love with someone else. 

Marcus was never going to be the one Lisbon chose. 

And he should have known better. 

Now, after six months of being in DC, Marcus’s colleagues finally convinced him to take the next couple of days off. Each day was getting better and better, but the pain still lingered. 

He wakes that morning to the sound of a knock at his door. Marcus looks at the time; he’s usually awake and out of the door by six, but with today being his first day off, he had decided to sleep in a little bit. It’s only eight in the morning and Marcus wonders if he just stays in bed that maybe the person knocking on his door would just leave and after a few minutes, the knocking stops. 

With a relieved sigh, Marcus sits up from bed and decides to get ready for the day. He isn’t yet sure what he has planned, but he does know that he wants to keep to himself, to minimize the amount of people he would need to talk to as much as possible. He stands from his bed and stretches his arms above his head, dressed in a white v-neck and plaid boxers. 

“Coffee,” he mumbles to himself. “First thing’s first, need coffee.” Marcus runs a hand over his hair and walks out of his bedroom to the kitchen, beginning to make a pot of coffee for himself. 

He looks around and lets out a sigh. He had imagined that his life in DC would be different, that he’d be with Lisbon, that she’d give more life into this home, but instead, he’s standing alone in a very bland and basic apartment. It has a nice view, but how nice could it be if you can’t share it with anyone else?

He walks to his patio and opens the sliding door. Marcus can hear the sounds of cars – honking and speeding – as it passes below him. He glances over to his right and Marcus can hear the chatter from his neighbor. He doesn’t remember someone living next to him, so he just assumes that it’s someone new moving in. Marcus just hopes that this new neighbor of his won’t keep him up at night. 

His mind drifts to Lisbon and Marcus wonders what she’s doing. Her green eyes and smile had captured his attention from the moment he laid eyes on her. Marcus was sure that what he had with her was real, that it would be his second chance at love after his failed marriage, and for a while, Marcus believed that his life would be different when Lisbon agreed to move in with him to DC, then agreed to marry him. 

Marcus never wanted to let her go. 

His thoughts are interrupted when the coffee pot goes off and the knocking on his door begins again. Marcus figures that the person wouldn’t leave until he answers, so he walks towards his door and opens it. His eyes soften instantly at the sight of you and he’s now become so aware of what he’s wearing. 

“Um–”

“Hi, I’m so sorry. I know it’s early and you’re probably getting ready for work, but I’m having trouble with moving my bed through the door and I just–” you take a deep breath, realizing that you must be rambling and that you’re asking a complete stranger to help you move. 

“Let me start over,” you say. “Hi. Good morning. I’m your new next door neighbor,” you laugh nervously and then tell him your name. 

The corner of Marcus’s lips lifts upwards and he nods, looking over your shoulder at the large bed that’s leaning against the wall. “Nice to meet you. I’m Marcus.” Then, he points to your bed. “You sure that’s gonna fit?” 

“A bit too late for that, I think.” You blush. “I should have just hired movers, but I thought I could do this myself.”

“You’re in luck,” he chuckles. “It’s my day off and I have no plans whatsoever, so I’m happy to give you a hand. Let me just get dressed and I’ll be right out.” 

Then, you look down at his frame and realize what he’s wearing. Your eyes slightly widen and the blush on your cheeks redden even further. “Oh right! I’m so sorry. I’ll just–” you clear your throat and point over your shoulder, turning on your heel and tripping over your feet. “See you in a bit.”

Marcus quietly chuckles to himself. He finds your clumsiness cute and he gives you one more glance before he shuts his door. He walks back into his bedroom and slips into a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. Marcus walks back into his kitchen and grabs two mugs, pouring the coffee he made into each cup before he walks out of his apartment. When he looks up at you, he smiles when he sees you trying to make the bed fit into the door all by yourself. 

Eager, he thinks to himself. And independent. 

“Hey,” Marcus calls out softly. “Here, take a break.” He hands you a mug of coffee. 

You look up at him and smile, taking the mug from his hand and leaning against the wall with a sigh. “You’re amazing, thank you.” 

“So, it’s just you moving in?” Marcus asks, sipping his cup of coffee.

“Yeah. I got a new job teaching kindergarten at a nearby private school, so…” You take a careful sip of the coffee and look down at your feet. 

“Well, welcome to the club. I just moved here about six months ago.” 

“From where?” 

“Texas, you?” 

“California.” Then, you raise your mug and gently tap it with his, smiling up at him. “Cheers to us newbies here in DC.” 

Marcus chuckles. “Cheers to that.” 

You drink about half of the coffee before you set it down. You then clasp your hands together and look up at him with a hopeful look in your eyes. “You ready?” 

He smiles to himself. “That was barely a break.”

“It was five minutes, that was enough.” 

Marcus chuckles. He finds that it’s easy to talk to you and he’s beginning to enjoy being around you, even if he just met you ten minutes ago. “Alright, you’re the boss.” 

It takes you and Marcus the next half hour to bring your king-sized bed into your apartment and then into your bedroom. Your apartment is a bit smaller than his, but it might also be because of the amount of boxes scattered around. Once you and Marcus set your bed the way you want it to in your bedroom, you lead him back outside to your living room and plops down onto the couch. 

“So, uh, I should get going and–” 

“Wanna grab breakfast?” you interrupt him. “Sorry. If you have something to do, that’s okay. I appreciate all your help, Marcus.” 

Marcus wants so badly to say yes, to get to know more about you, but he has to remind himself that this is what happened last time with Lisbon. He’s sure that love and being in a relationship is no longer something he’s interested in. 

“I actually have to go into the office,” Marcus lies. “But rain check?” 

You nod and stand from the couch to walk him out of your apartment. You smile up at him and then reach down to grab the two mugs that were left in the hallway. You hand it over to him and stare into his eyes. “Next time, I’ll bring coffee to you.” 

Marcus smiles and takes the two mugs. “Sounds like a plan.” 

“Thank you again, Marcus.”

Marcus nods and then begins walking towards his apartment before he turns around and faces you. He’s a few feet away from you and you’re about to walk into your apartment before he stops you and says, “Welcome to the neighborhood.”

—

next.

[danikamariewrites]

Hello! Can you please write a story where the female reader has a nosebleed due to stress (like in Korean dramas if you follow the genre) and one of the ACOTAR males reacts. You can pick any character you want. Thank you!

P.S you are one of my favorite writers 💗

Stressor

Cassian x reader

A/n: Hi anon! I don’t follow k dramas so I had to Google this. Also thank you! That makes me so happy I hope you like this

Warnings: blood, mentions of health issues, and mentions of bad eating habits

Today Cassian suggested you work with him in his office. He noticed that you were overworking yourself and he wanted to keep an eye on you. You had been working for nearly three days straight with minimal sleep and food.

Your eating and sleeping habits are what concerned Cassian most. It would add to your stress leading to a migraine. And he would do anything to help you prevent that pain.

Cassian had stepped out for a minute to run something up to Rhys, leaving you alone. You decided to sit on the loveseat, you're woke laid out in front of you on the low-lying coffee table. You liked sitting with Cassian. It was time you wouldn't usually get to spend together.

You drop your pen on the scattered papers and rub at your forehead. The current project you were working on was driving you crazy, but you were determined to get it done. You could feel a headache coming on and the spot between your brows started to feel like pins and needles were dragging behind your skin.

You felt something warm trickling down to your lip. Shit. You hadn’t had a nosebleed in months. You wipe at the blood with the back of your hand. Leaning forward, new blood dribbles on to some paper, “Fuck,” you whisper to yourself.

Cassian comes back into his office and immediately smells blood. “Y/n! Are you ok? What’s wrong?” As he rushes over to you his head whips around the room. Trying to spot a threat that wasn't there.

He kneels beside you, concern causing his brow to crease. You move your hand away from your face to show him your bloody nose. Cassian pulls a tissue out of his pocket and starts dabbing at your nose. “Honey, what happened?” he gently holds your nose, tilting your head forward, while you explain.

“I get nosebleeds when I’m too stressed or have bad headaches. I just kept forgetting to tell you.” Cassian gave you a sympathetic look. He grabbed your hand to stand you up and led you out of his office toward your shared bedroom, then to your connected bathroom.

“Let's clean you up,” he says removing the tissue from your face. The bleeding stopped, leaving dried blood on your skin and upper lip. Cassian lifts you to sit on the counter. He turns the sink on, wetting a face cloth.

He holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger to keep you still as he gently wipes the blood off. You revel in the care he shows when it comes to you. He's been called a brute and is looked at with caution. But you don't see that when you look at him.

You see the male you love with your whole heart. How silly he can be, all the special moments shared between you, and how gentle he is. You love that he's so willing to take care of you and that he has such a big heart. Anyone who calls him a brute doesn't truly know him.

“All clean.” He says with a tight-lipped smile. You know what he's going to say. That you should rest and eat something. He won't relax until you do. You want to reassure him that you're fine and this is how. “I think I want to lay down for a while. Can you please get me something to eat?”

“Of course, baby. Let's get you in bed and I’ll get you whatever you want.” You slowly slip off the counter and hold onto Cassian’s arm as he walks you to bed. You are so lucky to have him.

tags: @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane

[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

Evermore

Summary: It's been 7 years since the love of your life left you behind for his career. When he decides to come back, is it too late to start anew? Will you decide to start over or realize what's been right in front of you this whole time?

Warnings: 18+ for future chapters. AFAB!Reader. Minimal use of Y/N. Reader is given the nickname Peach.

Word Count: 1.9K

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Your peaceful, dreamless sleep was abruptly interrupted when the shrill sound of your phone ringing startled you awake. Light from the early morning just beginning to filter through the curtains casting a soft glow around your room, you peek one eye open to check the clock on your bedside table that reads 6:34. Drifting off to sleep only a couple hours before, the bright red letters now seem to taunt you. Placing the receiver to your ear with a groan, knowing exactly who it is before you answer.

“Yeah?” you huff, throwing your head back into the soft pillows.

“Well, good morning to you too,” that all too familiar sing song voice of your best friend, ever a morning person. You truly couldn’t be mad at him though. Even if it was your day off and you were hoping to sleep in. Days off seem to come few and far between with running not one, but two full-time businesses took its toll but you honestly wouldn’t have it any other way. Staying busy meant your mind stayed busy. No time for those intrusive, dwindling thoughts that creeped in when you were idle. Much like today, you wished you had planned your day off on a different day this week.

“Steve, get on with whatever you’re going to ask,” your voice raspy, still laced with sleep trying to keep up the feigned annoyed tone.

“Rough night?” his voice timbre lowered, laced with concern.

“Fine Stevie.” A lie you knew he could easily suss out. He knew you better than anyone. You suspect he might know you better than you knew yourself.

Deciding not to prod you any further this early in the morning, he went straight to the point. Changing the subject, his voice once again jovial,” Well… Maddie wanted me to ask if you wanted to get breakfast with us. She missed you this week. I know you hate me calling this early, but I also know you can never say no to her.” 

“Blaming it on Maddie, huh?  Right, well tell Princess Madelynn that Auntie Peach will be on her way as soon as she gets some caffeine in her bloodstream.” You heard him chuckle on the other end. He was right, you could never deny her.

“Hey, don’t worry about it, I’ll swing by. She wanted to go to Benny’s for pancakes. I’ll get her dressed; we’ll be there in 20.” Before he hung up you heard him tell her to get her shoes on, and heard that sweet voice yell over the receiver, “I love you Aunt Peach!” He laughed, and you answered with that same jovial tone. “Love you too sweet girl! See you soon!”

You drag yourself from the warm cocoon of your bed. Your bare feet hit the cold, hardwood floors and you shuddered not ready to face the day. You dressed and made yourself presentable before heading downstairs to make a pot of coffee.

Sipping your coffee while you wait, you see that now old, but still much-loved BMW pull into your drive and honk. The car he exclusively used only on the weekends now. You waved through the window and poured your coffee to go.

“Hey Angel!” You cooed at Maddie, while opening the door to sit down.

“Auntie Peach!” The young girl squealed, “Daddy said you needed cheering up today.” 

“Madelynn Grace! I told you to keep that between us!” He chided, eyeing her from the rearview. He then hesitantly looked over to you already staring at him. She moved her hands to her mouth but giggled, “Sorry daddy.”

“It’s ok Steve, it’s been 7 years. I’m okay. I didn’t even realize what day it was until a few minutes ago.” A lie you supposed would make Steve feel better, even if he saw right through it.  You reached over and placed your hand on his, resting on the console, gently giving him a reassuring squeeze. “I promise, I’m ok.”

He gave you a thin-lipped smile and nodded as he shifted himself to back out of the drive.  Maddie started rambling in the back. Always a chatterbox. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought the kid was Robin’s the way she goes on and on, but Robin watches her while Steve works most days, so she picked up that habit from her.

The radio filled the comfortable silence, in between Maddie’s bursts of random thoughts or questions. You were ok. That’s the least you could tell yourself after all. Brave face for the ones you loved. Just get through the day.

You arrived at Benny’s soon enough. Steve got out and unbuckled Maddie. As soon as he sat her down, she tackled your legs in a crushing hug yelling for you to hold her. “Alright Angel,” you relented with no hesitation. She hugged your neck and gave you a big, sticky kiss on the cheek. “I missed you.” She said into your neck, and you could have just melted right on the spot. “I missed you too!” whispering into her curls as you squeezed her back with just as much enthusiasm.

The three of you entered the diner and found your usual booth in the back. Maddie abandoning Steve to take a seat by you. Marcie, the waitress came over with fresh cups of coffee and OJ for the princess. “Hey Y/N! Hey Steve!” She batted her eyes at him as she spoke. He thanked her and smiled as she walked away.

“Still got it, huh Stevie?” giggling, without looking up from the menu you were perusing. You knew he was glaring at you.  

“Stop it!” He tossed the straw wrapper from Maddie’s OJ toward you. She was now thoroughly distracted, enraptured by the crayons and paper provided by the diner ignoring the banter between the two of you.

“No, you stop it! I can’t tease my best friend now?” you sipped your coffee and smiled over the cup at him. He rolled his eyes as Marcie came back to take your orders.

You had your usual waffles with strawberries and whipped cream. Steve opted for something healthier, an egg white omelet with veggies, he said he was watching his figure. You couldn’t contain the eyeroll. And of course, pancakes with extra whipped cream for Maddie. The food made it out in record time, as usual.

“So, I was thinking…” Steve paused, finishing his last bite. He chewed his bottom lip for a moment.

“Easy now, don’t think too hard. You might hurt yourself.”

“Ha, ha! Anyway, how about we all get away for the rest of the day? I can drive us up to Indianapolis, and we can visit the Z O O.” Spelling it out so Maddie wouldn’t catch on. “I know it’s not exactly a relaxing getaway but it’s something to get you out of the house,” he looked up at you with those pleading, puppy dog eyes. He didn’t want you to be by yourself today. Steve, always taking care of everyone he loves. “I can drive you back home to change. I need to grab Maddie some snacks anyway.”

“What?” you snort, “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

“What? No. I didn’t mean it like that. I…” he started, throwing his hands up in protest.

“I’m kidding! Let’s go, I’m game for anything.” You interrupted him smiling and looked over at Maddie. Sticky cheeks and hands from the syrupy goodness she just finished, staring dreamily out the window. You smiled and tenderly brushed her hair back from her face. “Ready to go Princess?” you asked her. Too enraptured by her sweet face smiling up at you, you had missed the way Steve stared at you both with his own beaming smile.

Eddie Munson is currently on a flight from LA to Indianapolis fighting what he can only describe as the worst hangover that hell could conjure up. Not the way he intended to spend his 30th birthday but here he was. The rockstar life was beginning to weigh on him. Yeah, the women and endless parties were fun, but he was starting to miss the way his life used to be. When things weren’t so complicated. That old saying you don’t know what you have until it’s gone is really starting to ring true for him here lately.  

He needed a break, and this morning only solidified that deep need within him. He had just kicked his current girlfriend to the curb after finding her in bed with one of the party goers from the night before. He was tired of the endless stream of bullshit that came with his fame and fortune. People used him up to the point that he barely recognized himself. After the knockdown, drag out blow up with his now ex-girlfriend he promptly packed a small bag and got his driver to take him to the airport where he now finds himself on his way back home.

He needed to see his Uncle Wayne. It had been far too long.  The weekly phone calls were never missed, but he was ready to see the old man in person.

As the drone of the plane’s engines stilled his mind, he tried to rest but couldn’t. His thoughts drifted to that one person that lurked just below the surface of his subconscious. He could picture those tears welling up in those heartbroken eyes while those words drifted from that perfect set of lips that he still longed to kiss when the world was quiet, and he was alone with only the ghost of you to haunt his dreams.

7 years ago, it was a much simpler time for him. He knew he would have been spending his birthday with you. He never once had to question your love or faithfulness to him. He wasn’t rich nor famous, but you had loved him anyway. The one person that gave a damn about him in that miserable town besides his Uncle. He pushed you to the back of his mind as best he could and ordered the stiffest drink the limited plane menu had to offer. He could at least numb the pain for a little while longer.

The day flew by in a whirlwind of smiles and laughter. Maddie had effectively worn herself out along with you and Steve. She was out as soon as he put the car in drive to head back home. She looked like a cherub, all rosy round cheeks and soft curls haloed around her face. You wished in that moment you could freeze time for just a little while so she could stay that little and sweet.

You and Steve chatted quietly about nothing in particular to pass the time. Sometimes moments of peaceful silence passed between you. It was always this way with you two. You could enjoy the company without a word passing between you. Most of the time it’s why you got along so well. You knew when to talk and you knew when to keep your mouth shut.

The time passed quickly and soon enough you were back in Hawkins.

“Why don’t you just stay over tonight since it’s already so late?” you asked, even though you already knew the answer. It’s not that he lived too much further in town, but you often stayed at each other’s houses on any given day.

Steve glanced at Maddie through the rearview, still snoozing away. “Yeah, of course. I’m sure she’ll be overjoyed seeing you in the morning again.” You saw his sleepy smile in the light of the passing streetlamp.

Both tired from the days adventure neither of you noticed the black car sat in front of your home or the man with those wild, untamed curls sat behind the wheel lighting up his cigarette watching that BMW that he instantly recognized slowly pull into your drive.  

[ejzah]

A/N: A little Deeks angst for you. Set early season 8.

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The Bucket’s Full

Deeks hurried into the mission, a cup of cold, leftover coffee from last night clutched in one hand, his phone in the other as he forwarded some of Kensi’s latest medical paperwork to the VA. If he thought about it too hard, the sheer cost of Kensi’s treatment made him nauseous, so now he quickly reviewed the listed services and amounts and then sent them on.

This morning’s visit had not gone particularly well; while the doctor’s reassured them both that Kensi was making progress and actually improving more quickly than anticipated, she struggled with everything she still couldn’t do.

It had all started out well enough with Deeks managing to sneak in early enough to surprise Kensi when she woke up. Their good morning kiss had quickly devolved into full-on making out, and for a few minutes, they tuned out everything but each other. Until a nursing assistant arrived to announce Kensi needed to change for her first therapy appointment of the day.

Kensi had insisted on dressing as much as she could on her own. Deeks could only standby, watching her get more and more frustrated between the lack of mobility in her left hand an minimal sensation in her right. It was somewhere around her twentieth attempt to pull on a sock on that she growled and swiped her arm across her nearby tray, breaking into angry tears.

At least she’d let him comfort her this time, but he’d gotten the text from Nell about an active case before Kensi fully settled down.

It sucked on so many levels.

Tossing his bag on his desk chair, he drank the rest of his stale coffee, and sat down, letting out an exhausted sigh. He just wanted to sleep, though he never could once he actually got in bed.

“Deeks, glad you’re here,” Callen said, jogging down the stairs with Sam at his side.

Deeks rubbed his palms over his eyes, blinking back the gritty feeling. “Morning to you too.”

As they joined him in the bullpen, Sam squeezed Deeks’ shoulder before taking his own seat.

“We need you to call LAPD and get them to send a couple units over to parole near our crime scene.”

“Wait, what crime scene?” Deeks asked, holding up a hand. “You know LAPD isn’t just going to lend us resources without details.”

“Well, maybe if you weren’t late, you’d know about our case,” Callen pointed out. Normally, Deeks would have ignored the gentle ribbing. Today though, he didn’t have the patience for it and snapped back.

“I was with Kensi. Honestly, you’re lucky I’m here at all.”

“I take it it was a rough morning,” Sam guessed.

“Oh no, life on the rehabilitation unit is delightful for a 32 year old woman recovering from significant spinal injuries.”

“Ok,” Callen said slowly.

Even with his hand currently covering his face, Deeks knew Callen was sharing one of those annoying looks that questioned his mental stability.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed. “I’m running on approximately three hours of sleep and two day old coffee, so I’m not exactly my usual cheerful self.”

“We understand,” Sam told him, speaking for both himself and Callen. “Why don’t you take half an hour, get yourself together, and Nell will fill you in after that.”

“What about LAPD?” The thought of lying down for a few minutes sounded blissful, but he couldn’t exactly shirk his responsibilities.

“We’ll figure it out.”

“Thanks, man.”

As Deeks slowly got up, Sam rested his hand on the back of Deeks’ neck, his touch solid and comforting. It made him feel dangerously close to tears himself.

“It’s going to be ok,” Sam said, emphasizing the words with a squeeze. Deeks managed a faint quirk of his lips before shrugging out from under Sam’s hand, and shuffling towards the hall.

He probably wouldn’t end up sleeping at all, but the chance for a few minutes without any responsibility sounded wonderful.

[chicago-pd-is-weird]

Hi! Can I request something, where Al hasn't been sleeping/feeling well and ends up passing out in the bullpen, and the team's reaction to it?

Thank you :)

This was a fun little blurb to write! Thanks Anon! :)

It was a tricky thing, trying to balance the intensity of the Intelligence Unit with health, physical, mental and emotional. Hank Voight never let himself rest, which translated to the rest of the unit fairly quickly whenever he got too deep into a case. Especially, it affected Al, who had been Hank’s best friend and partner for over twenty five years.

Al was getting old. Despite being younger than Hank, he somehow felt like he aged ten years older. His body couldn’t handle the strain anymore, especially after married life and living in his own garage.

That week, they’d been going and going and going… and going. Hank wasn’t sleeping, neither was most of the unit. That meant Al spent his nights in Hank’s office, pouring over paperwork until he couldn’t read anymore.

After eight days of non-stop going and minimal sleep, Al got up from his desk to get some coffee. He was shaky, but powered through it, going to the break room to get coffee. He sipped the lukewarm liquid, then sighed, downing it. He poured another and took it to his desk. However, just as he got there, Hank came from his office. “Let’s go.”

It took everything it had for Al to not groan out loud, and much of Intelligence was feeling the same as they reluctantly got up to follow Hank. Al trailed after them, wobbling. He stumbled into Kevin’s desk, then fell onto the world as the world around him faded.

When Al fell to the ground, Adam was the first to notice. “Al! Guys, wait!” He cried, running back and kneeling beside Al.

Within seconds, everyone was back upstairs and beside Al, including Trudy, who had heard Adam’s cry from the steps. Trudy and Hank were beside Al, Antonio on the radio to get an ambulance to 21.

Al woke up a few moments later, groaning. There was a cut on his head where he’s hit the corner of the desk going down. He looked around. “Oh, fuck,” he mumbled, seeing the concerned faces looming over him. “What the hell happened?”

“You passed out, Al,” Hank said as Al sat up, Trudy and Hank steadying him.

Trudy gave a stern look to Hank. “He needs to go home and rest. You all do.”

Hank met Trudy’s eyes, then nodded slowly. “We’ve got an ambo coming for you, Al. You should get your head checked out.”

“I don’t need it,” he said, trying to get up, but the world was still spinning. He sat back down. “Shit…”

“Maybe not, but it’s an order,” Hank said. “From both of us.”

Al grumbled, but the paramedics came up the stairs, Antonio leading them into the bullpen where Al was. They sat beside him, doing some tests, then nodded and stood. “He should really get a scan to make sure his head is okay, but he should be alright otherwise. Better safe than sorry.” They helped Al into the stair chair, then took him down the back stairs at his request. Hank and Trudy led them out, then Hank rode in the ambo with him to Med, dismissing the rest of Intelligence for the weekend.

Hank sighed. “I’m sorry, Al.”

“You push yourself so hard,” Al said, shaking his head. “We can’t keep up. Not even Ruzek.”

Hank fell silent, thinking about it. From that day foreword, he always took into consideration how his team felt, telling them to take care of themselves as necessary. He knew the only person he could push was himself.

[cherriemybaby]

okay! its been forever and i’m so so sorry but school just started so everything has been a mess but! i just got myself an ipad which will make writing so much easier so here is this tiny one shot i started a while back and had so much trouble finishing. thank you for reading!!

warnings: none

the nightlights that usually adorned the room along with the twinkling christmas lights lacing the wall all were out. yes it’s two in the morning but you woke up an hour ago and couldn’t fall back asleep. at first you thought maybe it was a freak accident, maybe they all were unplugged or harry turned them off some point after you dozed.

but as you crept out of bed with just the flashlight on your phone you flicked each switch and yet nothing. you had no power.

so there you sat in bed clutching the blanket as harry’s soft breath carried on indicating he’s still asleep. you hate the dark, ever since you were a kid it’s never not shaken you up. but harry has a meeting in the morning, and debating waking him up makes you feel horrible, you know he wouldn’t mind but he needs his sleep. so there you sit surrounded by darkness and decide if you aren’t going to be sleeping anymore maybe you need a good old midnight snack.

as you creep into the kitchen the dark feels endless, you stumble around the kitchen trying to gather some food with minimal light letting your hands be your eyes. and it’s all going so well until you bump into the box of cereal you had gotten out and it spills everywhere maybe each step you take crunch with the mess.

you jump when you hear light foot steps and harry’s voice saying ”y/n baby, are you okay”. you breathe deep just knowing he’s there and you aren’t alone in the dark anymore. you rush over to his voice in the opening of the kitchen hugging him tight. “i’m sorry the power went out and you work early so i didn’t want to-“ “sweetheart what have we talked about huh? you wake me up anytime and ill sit with you and be by you, i should’ve order those battery night lights i knew a storm was coming and-“ this time it was your turn to cut him off, hearing him blame himself was worse than the dark and being surrounded by it. “its not your fault baby just go back to bed you have that early morning meeting and-“

and suddenly it feels like cutting each other off will never end “don’t even worry about it, lets just go lay on the couch” he gets you settled with the blanket you still had draped over you and runs into the room for his laptop.

he set it up on the coffee table to play your favorite show before sitting down himself and cuddling into you. as you sit there you look over to him, or rather in his direction as the light from the laptop isn’t much and you kiss his cheek (you think) “i love you baby he smiles you presume and kisses your lips “i love you more, just relax i’m right here” and those words make it easy to fall right back asleep, taking away all of the bad thoughts.

meanwhile harry grabs his phone to cancel the meeting, sighing as he cuddles deeper into you and falls asleep too. the next day day will be filled with cuddles and him obsessively buying every light that is battery powered alone with the batteries to keep them alive nt wanting you to go through that fear ever again.

[iheartzegras]

prompt 1 & 2 from the prompt list with trevor?

breakdown - trevor zegras

hey anon! thanks sm for your request!

prompts: “hey, hey. it’s okay, i’m here now” and running your/their fingers through your/their hair

this is sad trevor :( it gets better at the end though!

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trevor had been one of the ducks star players since he started playing in the big leagues. with that, comes a lot of pressure. trevor had yet to crack under it. that was good for him, but you knew deep down that he would have to break eventually. you didn’t expect that to be that same day though.

the ducks had no game that day, just a morning skate. usually on days like that, you and trevor would rest all day to make up for the lack of sleep.

you had gone to the grocery store after laying in bed all day with trevor. at the store you picked up some of his favourites, lucky charms and even some reese’s cups. after you checked out, you proceeded to get in the car and make your way home.

your keys jingled in the door and you walked inside. you had been putting away the grocery’s when all of a sudden you heard quiet sniffles coming from down the hall. at first, you thought it was just the fan acting up, but when you went to go check, you did not expect to see your boyfriend softly crying on the couch.

trevor was never one to cry. you had only seen him cry very few times in your relationship. he always comforted you, but this time, you were going to do the comforting.

you quietly walked over to him and sat next to him. it broke your heart to see him like this. you engulfed him in the biggest hug you’ve ever given. “trevor, baby, what’s going on?” “i’m sorry. i just didn’t know what to do. you were gone and i just started freaking out-“ he barely hiccuped out. “hey, hey. it’s okay, i’m here now”

you grabbed his hand with one of yours as the other went and flowed through his hair. whenever trevor had minor attacks like this, this method would always work. you had no doubt it would work today.

“trev, look at me” you asked him, and which he obliged. “follow my breaths, okay?” he nodded. you started to breath in and out at a slow pace, making sure he could keep up. you still continued to hold his hand and play with his hair.

once he had fully calmed down, with minimal tears, you decided to ask him what was wrong. “hey, you gotta tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.” “i don’t know. i just got worked up about my gameplay recently and some of the chirps people throw my way. it gets me all angry and with the game tomorrow i just felt so stressed so i panicked”

after he elaborated, you both laid down on the couch in the quiet. it was a comfortable quiet. the both of you needed it after what just happened.

you noticed he had fallen asleep, so you decided to get him his reese’s cups for when he wakes up. you set them on the coffee table and you started watching some tv to pass the time.

you felt some light movement and yawning coming from next to you. you let him adjust until you gave him his snack. “thank you so much y/n! i love you” “i love you too trev”

even though trevor rarely expressed what issues he was having, you knew when he was having them and you would always try and talk him through it. you always made him feel better, no matter the situation.

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my bad for the ending 😭 i kinda got a bit of writers block with it so it’s not as detailed.

send in more requests!!

[panickinganakin]

stepping stones to hell ch.1 (ronance fic)

a ronance fic in which robin buckley is the drummer for famous band corroded coffin

rating: mature for language word count: 2,010

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“Good morning,” Steve said, taking the seat across the table from Robin. She was focusing on the nail brush in her hand, trying very hard not to get the black polish on her fingers. 

“Eddie always makes this look so easy,” she grumbled. 

“Here, let me help,” he offered. Steve reached across the table and took the nail lacquer. He moved his hand steadily, being careful to not get paint on her skin. 

“How’d you sleep?” Robin asked. She glanced out the window and watched as the trees passed in a blur. Last night Corroded Coffin had a show in Atlanta and now they were traveling toward Chicago. She knew they were almost there but traveling on the tour bus always made her feel uneasy. She never slept great on the bus, not even when she had a two hour performance on the drums each night. 

“Okay enough, I suppose. I would ask you but I heard you leaving your bunk at six this morning. Have you had coffee?” he dipped the brush back into the bottle before moving on to the next nail. 

Typical question. Even though Steve had been her best friend since the summer of her junior year of high school, he was the band's manager now. He was always asking them about their caffeine intake, their water drinking habits and somehow always finding food to shove in everyone’s face. She was grateful to have him on the road, that she couldn’t deny. 

“I have. I also ate some toast and I’ve already started drinking water.”

“Nice,” he grinned proudly. “Okay, I don’t want to spring this on you but we do have interviews today.”

Robin shrugged, being careful to keep her hands flat on the table. They did interviews frequently on tour and at this point she was used to it. It didn’t make her anxious the way it did at first. She was good at letting the guys take the lead so she normally got away with minimal talking.

Steve sucked in a breath, “Okay don’t be mad.” She raised an eyebrow and he continued, “It’s an article on just you.”

Robin looked up at him quickly, “What? Why?”

“Well, the magazine wants to do an article on women in the industry. They have a few questions for you. They want to do a feature specifically on you and how successful you are. The band of course, but how you rose to fame and how you’re making a place in the industry.”

Different thoughts ran through Robin’s brain. The music scene was known for being misogynistic, especially to females who weren’t fronting the band. Not to mention feminism was lacking seriously everywhere, not just in music. She felt honored and wanted to speak up but doing an interview alone made her feel sick. She was so used to letting everyone else do the talking. She was content with being partially silent. 

“Come on, Robs. It’ll be great,” she knew Steve was just trying to be encouraging but she felt nauseous. 

“What if the interviewer twists my words? What if I say something and he takes it the wrong way? What if this is a trap to try and make the guys look bad,” she started spilling out her worries. 

Steve wrapped his hand around Robin, rubbing the palm of her hand. “Hey, listen. That’s the point of this isn’t it? Your first concern is making the men in the band look bad? That’s not going to happen because they aren’t bad. And I doubt they’ll be asking about them, this going to be about you and what being a woman in this scene is like. Also, the interviewer isn’t a man. This is a fully female run magazine.”

Weight seemed to lift off her shoulders learning that information changed things. “It is?” 

“Yes. I think it’s a great opportunity and I already agreed to you doing it. I’m sorry I didn’t ask first. If you decide it’s not for you, we will cancel.”

Robin bit the inside of her cheek in thought. How many shows had they played when young girls and women came up to her after the show asking for her signature on posters or drumsticks? How many times had she heard a variation of ‘You inspired me to start playing music.’ 

Even if this was out of her comfort zone she knew she needed to do it. She could picture women reading the magazine and feeling hopeful. Not just her article but knowing that a magazine fully operated by women was possible. Robin nodded slowly, “I’ll do it. Of course I’ll do it.”

Steve smiled big, then continued with painting her nails. “I think this is a great idea. They’re going to meet us at the venue. We are set to meet at three.”

“Good morning,” Eddie joined them in the front of the bus. He walked over to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water. He joined them at the table, leaning down to kiss the top of Steve’s head before sitting next to Robin.

“Did you say yes?” Eddie asked her. 

Robin jerked her head toward Steve, “You told Eddie already?”

Steve shrugged quickly, “He may have been around when I took the call.”

Robin rolled her eyes before elbowing Eddie in the side, “Yeah whatever. You two are insufferable.”

Robin didn’t mean that, of course. She was so glad Steve was happy. He and Eddie had come out almost three years ago as a couple and not only did it make Robin feel over the moon for her friend; it also made her feel safe. 

She had come out years ago to Steve but had been nervous to tell anyone else. However, now the whole band knew. Everyone had been so loving and accepting of Eddie and Steve and her as well when she told them. She had truly been blessed in finding the group.

Life was funny in the way it led you to people you needed. She remembered the day she had started drumming. 

“I still don’t know why we are going to see them practice,” Robin took large steps to stay caught up with Steve. They had parked a few houses down the road from whoever’s house the practice was at.  

“Because Eddie asked us to.” He stated matter of factly. 

“When have you ever done something because Munson asked you too?”

Steve’s cheeks turned pink and Robin had almost confused it as a blush but decided it must have been because they were practically running down the sidewalk. “This is their first practice since Jason broke Gareth’s arm.”

Robin flinched at the memory. She hadn’t been there when it happened but she remembered how scary Jason was in those weeks after Chrissy Cunningham died. It was too easy to picture the scene in her head. “That doesn’t explain why we are here.”

“We are here to support our friends.” 

Robin tilted her head, slowing her stride. Is that what they all were? I mean, it was true they had been through a lot of shit together. After saving Eddie and helping clear his name of course they were more than acquaintances. But, it wasn’t like they were always together. She knew then she was missing something. Something she knew all too well about herself. She knew it wasn’t her place to push any further and knew when the time was right she would understand everything after Steve had that talk with her. 

They had finally reached their destination except no one was playing music. They were standing around, the mood was obviously dull. “What’s going on?” Steve asked Eddie as he and Robin approached the practice space. 

“Gareth’s doctor said he can’t play anymore.” Eddie said flatly. 

“This is so fucked up,” Gareth said. He walked past a metal garbage can and threw it down before using the garage entrance to the house to leave the group. 

“Like, ever?” Robin asked, confused. 

“Yeah. They said his bones grew back funky, I can’t remember what they called it. They told him if he played he risked losing all use of his arm in the future. I told him we would figure it out. We could find something for him to do. He’s a part of the band,” Eddie choked up and paused. He let out a sigh and shook his head. 

“Robin can play,” Steve said quickly. 

The group looked at Robin and Robin laughed, “What? No. I can’t.”

“Oh whatever you play the- that thing,” Steve shrugged. “Which means you can probably play the drums.”

Robin rolled her eyes and shook her head, “No, I can’t.”

Gareth walked back into the garage. His eyes were puffy but there was no sign of tears. “Why not? What if I taught you? You already know notes and rhythm, the rest can come with time.”

“How can you train me if you can’t play?”

“I don’t need to play if you can follow directions. Come on, Robin, at least try. We have a gig next month and if you can just learn a few things. Please? If there’s still a chance of us making it… I can help write songs and help manage merchandise or something.. Please?” he asked again. 

Everyone was staring at her now. She wasn’t sure if she could learn enough to play in a month. She wasn’t sure if she even wanted to be in a band. And, on the off chance that they did start to actually go somewhere she sure as hell didn’t know if she wanted to tour or be famous.

She looked at Steve, the only person she had ever really cared about or trusted. He gave a small nod and she took a breath, “Fine. I’ll try but.. I don’t know. It feels wrong? I don’t want to take your place?”

“You could never do that. I’ll still be a part of the band just in a different way.”

It was history after that. Gareth taught her how to play the drums and Robin was surprisingly good at it. It took her awhile but she did play the gig. The gig also got them signed. Everything happened so quickly after that but she practiced all the time. She even taught Gareth how to play the keys which they incorporated into the tour so he could still play with them. 

She had been so scared at first he would resent her and her time in the group would be short lived. However, he had been a good sport the whole time. He had been her biggest hype guy other than Steve. And, the two of them had grown pretty close. They were a big family and Robin couldn’t imagine what she would be doing now had she not agreed to playing that day. 

“Can we swap out? I gotta piss,” the driver called from the front of the bus. Steve looked up and passed Eddie the bottle of nail polish. 

Steve had gotten his license to drive buses shortly after they signed just in case it was the only job he could manage getting. It was still a wonder how Eddie was able to work it in the contract with the label that Steve could be the band manager. 

“Sure man,” she could hear Steve say as he walked to the front. 

“At least the interview won’t be awkward. Familiar faces and all,” Eddie said reassuringly. 

Robin raised an eyebrow. Did Eddie think that all women just knew each other? “Right,” she said, not questioning him any further. 

He finished up on her nails then clapped his hands together, “Come on. We have to pick out your outfit,” he stood, holding his hand out for her to take. She hesitated then took his hand. 

“It’s just an interview, right? No photos?”

“That I can’t say. I don’t think they talked about pictures but most times you have a two page feature there are photos involved.”

“Two pages?” Robin’s mouth widened in shock. 

Eddie rolled his eyes, “Come on. Clothes.”

ch 2

[starseedfxofficial]

Master CAD/CHF Delta Hedging: Ninja Tactics to Maximize Profit The Secret to Mastering CAD/CHF Delta Hedging: Ninja Tactics for Maximum Profits There you are, sipping your morning coffee, gazing at CAD/CHF charts, trying to decipher the financial equivalent of a jigsaw puzzle—except someone tossed a couple of the pieces under the couch. The good news? You're about to find those missing pieces. CAD/CHF delta hedging might sound intimidating, but once you get the hang of it, you’ll feel like you've got a crystal ball that whispers "calm down, I've got your back." Welcome to an inside look at strategies that will help you make the best out of the CAD/CHF pair—delta hedging like a pro. But here’s where the real magic happens—this isn't just any run-of-the-mill Forex guide. Today, we’re diving deep into ninja-level techniques that professional traders are using to hedge their CAD/CHF positions while keeping things funny, light, and downright profitable. Get ready to discover the hidden patterns, lesser-known secrets, and the “I can’t believe it’s not mainstream” approaches that will make you a hedging wizard. Oh, and expect some trading puns—because learning should make you smile, too. Why Delta Hedging CAD/CHF Could Save You from Major Headaches (and Sleepless Nights) If you think Forex trading is like crossing a busy street while juggling flaming torches, delta hedging is your fireproof safety net. In layman’s terms, delta hedging is a strategy that aims to protect your CAD/CHF investments against adverse market movements. It's like buying a weatherproof jacket before embarking on a hike—when the weather changes, you’re covered. Unlike using stop losses that might kick you out of a trade prematurely, delta hedging provides a method to keep risk in check while keeping you in the game. Let’s imagine you took a CAD/CHF long position. 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If you have a delta of 1, it means you are fully exposed to the CAD/CHF movement—good or bad. - Calculate the Hedge Amount: Next, you want to neutralize that exposure by finding a counterbalance, just like weighing two people to balance a see-saw—except one person might be CAD, the other CHF. Calculate how much of a short position you’ll need on a correlated asset, for example, a CAD-related ETF or another currency pair like CAD/JPY, to bring your delta closer to zero. - Execute the Hedge: You can hedge by using options, futures, or simply shorting another instrument—whatever suits your trading preferences. Here’s the key: Delta-neutral means the effects of CAD/CHF movements are minimized. You can sleep easy knowing that the 3 AM rate announcement probably won't give you an ulcer. - Maintain the Hedge: Delta isn’t static, and neither are market conditions. If CAD/CHF starts dancing around like it's had too much caffeine, you'll need to adjust. 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Keep it balanced. - Ignoring Transaction Costs: Every time you hedge, you’re entering into a new position, and that means transaction fees. If you’re trading a small account, those costs add up and can eat into any potential profit. Think of transaction costs as the hidden “admin fee” that turns good hedges into bad headaches. - Getting Emotional: Forex can make you feel like a hero or a zero depending on which way the market blows. With delta hedging, keep emotions in check. Remember, it’s all about balancing exposure, not making big directional bets. You want your risk to be boring—like a low-budget Sunday afternoon movie. The Contrarian Approach: Delta Hedging When Everyone’s Yelling, 'The Sky Is Falling!' When market panic sets in, everyone else runs in one direction—that’s when contrarians quietly clean up. If CAD/CHF is on a rollercoaster, delta hedging enables you to be the one sipping a mojito while others are getting margin-called. Panic is an opportunity if you’re hedged right. The trick is to diversify the assets you're using for delta adjustments. For example, instead of simply shorting CAD/CHF to hedge, add a gold contract to counterbalance CAD risk during crisis times. How to Keep Your CAD/CHF Trading Ninja-Level Sharp Remember, delta hedging isn't a one-time trick—it’s an ongoing strategy, much like sharpening a katana. You can’t expect to hedge once and ride off into the sunset. Markets change, deltas change, and if you don’t adjust, you may find yourself hedging the past rather than the present. Monitor your trades, keep tweaking those hedge ratios, and, more importantly, keep learning. Speaking of keeping sharp, want an edge? Check out the exclusive resources offered at StarseedFX—from community membership that gives daily alerts and live trading insights to a free trading plan designed to up your game. Because let’s be honest—every ninja needs a dojo. Don’t Just Survive, Thrive with CAD/CHF Delta Hedging Delta hedging is one of those things that separates a “Hey, I’m learning Forex!” trader from the battle-hardened “You should’ve seen me in 2019 when the markets lost their minds” pros. It’s not just about staying alive in a volatile market; it's about becoming untouchable. It’s knowing that regardless of which way CAD/CHF moves, you’re good. It's like being in a war where everyone has a bow and arrow, but you have a bulletproof vest. You don’t need to dodge—you’re just chillin’. So, are you ready to step up your game? Are you ready to go from “heart-in-your-mouth” trades to cool, calculated, delta-hedged brilliance? Then put on that risk-neutral hat, hedge like a ninja, and go show the market who’s boss. —————– Image Credits: Cover image at the top is AI-generated Read the full article

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I love this post. . .

2023 so far has been about 5am wake-ups, daily yoga, morning cold plunges in the pool, deep focus studying, knot-tying and suture practice, neuroanatomy questions, meditation, taking the train, and going hard in the lab. Evenings are - time with the baby, piano practice, and family dinners. Saturdays are - deep focus studying, then meal planning/prepping, deep cleaning the house, laundry; farmer’s market, baking gluten free bread. Sundays are - days of rest - no studying, no thinking about work or lab or school or the future, just focusing on the Lord, on family time, on being present. Mondays are - repeat, refine.

Honesty corner-

The first 2 weeks of my analytical chemistry class went amazing. I made 100s on every assignment and a 104.5 on the first exam. I was getting up early evening morning and achieving my private study time before the baby/husband wake up.

Last week. Not so great. Baby wasn’t feeling well and neither was I. We slept poorly, and I missed my early morning wakeups, which led a vicious cycle of missing my early morning study time, which meant I was squeezing it in and rushed, which meant I had trouble focusing and had to navigate distractions, which led to me making mistakes on the homework and getting ~a 90. The number isn’t the issue. It’s a symptom.

Yes, I am having a lupus flare. Yes, I have to add immunosuppression infusions, yes I have malnutrition, yes I have oxygen desaturation lately. BUT MISSING MY WAKE UPS DOES NOT MAKE ME FEEL BETTER. It makes my circadian rhythm erratic, but mainly, it leads to me feeling trapped, angry, out-of-control, etc.

Glad to start out April on a good note, getting up in the 5 o’clock hour despite it being a Sunday. I’ve been able to enjoy time to myself to journal etc., then cold plunge, and enjoy the beautiful spotless house I cleaned yesterday for a restful Shabbat.

I’m snuggling the sleeping baby right now and lingering over a cup of freshly brewed French press coffee. I ground the beans yesterday.

Anyways - Honesty corner conclusion: 5am wakeups are THE ESSENTIAL EASY FOUNDATION for me to feel in control, have quiet time, etc.

April intentions:

5am wakeups are sacred. Be focused asf in the early mornings.

Add running and swimming back in.

Return to ballet on Monday evenings. (This is just for myself. Because I enjoy it.)

Go hard in the lab (no distractions, phone, minimize any studying, just SCIENCE SCIENCE SCIENCE).

Be fully present when with the baby. <3

don't spend all day neglecting the things that matter most in favor of mindless activities. the grades you want, the skills you desire, the job you'd kill for, the body you want, the beauty routine that would change everything, the books you want to read, the life you want to live is so much more important. years will go by and you'll look up, barely being able to remember specific things you wasted time on but you will certainly be able to name everything you missed out on with ease. all that time wasted with nothing to show for it. don't do it to yourself. prioritize the good life you want and never let it play second fiddle to all of the distractions.

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Update:

MY HAIR GOT FUCKING RAINED ON ANYWAY

Updated update:

You know what? It’s fine. I’m just gonna go make some tea and brood while I fix my hair by burning it all over again. Then I’m gonna do something else that involves minimal use of my currently waning energy. I’m running on six hours of sleep just like yesterday and all I’ve had to eat since the night before last is some peaches and a few sips of coffee, which I’ve most likely burned off from running so much in the last few days.

I’m feeling a little bit shaky so the tea probably isn’t the best idea right now — especially since green tea has a fair amount of caffeine — but I’ll at least put some sugar in it just to see if that helps at all. I haven’t been drinking as much water as I should’ve been with all this exercise and not enough food, but I’ll start drinking a little more this time around.

Also I’m not really sure if this has anything to do with the exercise or how much I’m eating or my sleep because it’s happened at totally normal times before — but I’ve gotten a little bit dizzy from standing up kinda quickly a couple times today. It’s happened even before I started doing all this unhealthy crap to lose weight, so I’m not sure what’s up with that. I don’t wanna say it feels like I might pass out, because I don’t even know that feels, but it does make me feel a little wobbly for a few seconds before it goes away. So yeah, there’s that.

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I feel like there is not much else for me to do but write for today. I just finished reading some dark fic (corrupted blorbo, the kind I normally don’t like)

I want to write MYA, I want to write FWMS, I want to finish Robe and Crown and find something else worth writing. I want to write about my OCs and I want to get back into artwork. Those are things I want, but also

I do not have nearly the motivation to do any of them. I don’t have a desire to get out of bed. To do anything at all. Today I drank and I got high and it didn’t help. It isn’t that I necessarily wanted to die today I just… have no desire to do anything at all. I don’t want to sleep either. My dreams are horrible always. I could even have a straight up nightmare. I don’t want to lay awake and think. I don’t want to be awake and be hungry, I don’t want to eat, I don’t want to drink water. I don’t want to shower or bathe. I don’t want to get off anymore. I don’t want to read or watch TV or anything. I don’t want to clean.

I want nothing at all and I don’t know how to solve that.

I could eat more. I don’t deserve to eat more. I don’t deserve to sleep more. I guess drinking water is neither here nor there. I don’t deserve to bathe and run up the water bill considering I’m not working. I don’t really want to see my friends or anything. I don’t want to get new friends or more than friends. Nothing matters to me I guess.

I need to stop sleeping and stop eating and I need to drink so much coffee I can’t breathe anymore. I have to go get a job and I have to drive around until I hit someone. I don’t know what kind of job I would like, I don’t care about anything. Something manual labor maybe. Why the fuck does nothing matter anymore? Not a damn thing at all.

No more drugs no more alcohol no more sleeping in no more fucking food that I haven’t worked for. No internet unless it’s job hunting. No TV. No music. I don’t get to sit down unless I’ve finished a room. No coloring, no painting, no body art. I have to do stretches. I have to do sets and yoga and fuckinf meditate with good posture. Hair goes up in a high tight bun. Don’t worry about it. Don’t think about it.

Coffee and water and coffee and water.

I have to plan dinners. Simple meal ideas I can do all on my own. Minimize dishes. Clean as I cook. Be ready to leave right after dinner and take the dog on a walk?

And I have to actually talk to people on hinge and tinder. Not until the internet ban finishes though. No getting off either. No porn and no smut. If I’m writing, no internet. Only the docs.

I have to actually make goals. Figure out if there’s things that I want. That I will ever want again. I have to do it or I will fade. I’m all the way away now it feels like. Nothing is worth anything at all and I yelled at my dad today. I slept until noon.

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The Benefits of Affiliate Marketing: Why It's a Lucrative Online Business

To a journey into the enticing world of affiliate marketing! Prepare yourself for a wild ride filled with lucrative opportunities, thrilling partnerships, and a touch of humor to keep those entrepreneurial spirits soaring. In this blog, we’ll dive deep into the captivating realm of affiliate marketing, unraveling its secrets, and showcasing why it has become one of the most sought-after online businesses of our digital age.

You’re sipping a cup of steaming coffee (or tea, if you’re fancy like that) in your cozy pajamas, feeling the freedom of working from the comfort of your own home. No strict office hours, no fluorescent lights flickering above your head, and definitely no insufferable colleagues stealing your lunch from the communal fridge. Sounds like a dream, right? Well, affiliate marketing can turn that dream into a delightful reality.

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So, what exactly is this mystical art of affiliate marketing? In its simplest form, affiliate marketing is a performance-based marketing strategy that allows individuals like you and me to earn a commission by promoting other people’s products or services. It’s like being a modern-day matchmaker, connecting eager customers with the perfect products they desire, and reaping the financial rewards for your matchmaking prowess.

Join us in the upcoming sections as we uncover more gems of wisdom about affiliate marketing. Prepare to be amazed by the potential for passive income, the freedom to work from anywhere, and the joy of building meaningful partnerships in this captivating online universe. So, grab your favorite beverage, get comfortable, and let’s explore why affiliate marketing is not only lucrative but also a heck of a good time!

Stay tuned for the next part of our blog series, where we’ll delve into the world of passive income and show you how affiliate marketing can make money while you sleep. Until then, keep dreaming big and laughing even bigger!

Low Startup Costs and Minimal Risk

Picture this: you’re sitting at your desk, sipping your coffee (or herbal tea if you’re feeling extra zen), and contemplating the next big business move. You want to make money online, but the thought of draining your bank account faster than a leaky faucet makes you break out in a cold sweat. Well, fear not, my aspiring entrepreneur! That’s where the enchanting world of affiliate marketing swoops in to save the day.

One of the most alluring aspects of affiliate marketing is its ridiculously low startup costs. Seriously, it’s like getting a VIP ticket to entrepreneurship without having to take out a second mortgage on your pet iguana’s treehouse. Unlike brick-and-mortar businesses that require hefty investments in inventory, equipment, and physical space, affiliate marketing lets you dive into the online business realm with a shoestring budget.

You can kickstart your affiliate marketing journey with just a basic website, which can be as simple as a cozy virtual corner where you share your thoughts, reviews, or expertise with the world. And guess what? Building a website these days is as easy as ordering pizza online (minus the greasy fingers). With user-friendly platforms like WordPress, Wix, or Squarespace, you can have a professional-looking site up and running faster than you can say, “I’m ready to make money!”

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But wait, there’s more! With affiliate marketing, you don’t have to worry about the hair-pulling headaches of inventory management or customer support. That’s right, no dealing with disgruntled customers or cramming your basement with boxes of products like an episode of “Hoarders: Affiliate Edition.” As an affiliate marketer, your main gig is to spread the word about products or services you genuinely love and earn a commission for every sale or lead you generate. The brand takes care of the nitty-gritty logistics, leaving you with the freedom to focus on what you do best: being the charming, persuasive, and ridiculously good-looking (we’ll take a little creative liberty here) affiliate marketer extraordinaire.

Now, let’s talk about risk. Starting a business can feel like walking a tightrope suspended over a volcano, with the fate of your life savings hanging in the balance. But fear not, my risk-averse friend! Affiliate marketing comes to the rescue once again, donning a superhero cape made of security and low-risk ventures. Since you’re not responsible for product creation or handling transactions, you don’t have to worry about manufacturing defects, shipping mishaps, or refund nightmares that haunt the dreams of traditional business owners.

In the world of affiliate marketing, you’re more like a digital matchmaker, connecting the right audience with the right products. If a sale doesn’t happen, you don’t lose a single penny. It’s like going on a blind date and not having to pay the bill if the chemistry isn’t there (we wish dating were that easy, right?). This low-risk nature of affiliate marketing allows you to test the waters, experiment with different strategies, and pivot without the fear of bankruptcy lurking around every corner.

So, dear future affiliate marketing superstar, rejoice! With minimal upfront costs and virtually no risk, you can take the plunge into the captivating realm of affiliate marketing with confidence, knowing that the path to online business success is paved with affordability and security. Get ready to unleash your entrepreneurial spirit without breaking the bank or having nightmares about inventory nightmares. The affiliate marketing stage is set, and you’re the star of the show!

Passive Income Potential

passive income. The magical unicorn of the financial world. Who wouldn’t want to earn money while sipping coconut water on a tropical island or binge-watching their favorite TV series for the umpteenth time? Well, my friend, in the realm of affiliate marketing, this dreamy concept becomes a reality.

So, what exactly is passive income? Think of it as the sweet reward for your hard work and ingenuity. It’s like planting seeds in a lush garden, tending to them diligently, and then watching as they grow and bear fruit while you sit back and enjoy the shade of your money tree. In affiliate marketing, passive income is the gift that keeps on giving, allowing you to earn money even when you’re busy doing, well, anything but work.

Imagine this: You spend your time creating valuable content, whether it’s a blog post, a YouTube video, or a social media update that showcases the amazing products or services you’re affiliated with. You put your heart, soul, and a sprinkle of wit into your work, building a loyal audience that hangs on to your every word (and clever meme). And then, as if by magic, your audience starts clicking those affiliate links and making purchases. Cha-ching!

But here’s the kicker: Once you’ve set the wheels in motion and attracted a steady flow of traffic, your job is mostly done. You’ve laid the foundation for a passive income stream that can continue to generate revenue long after you’ve closed your laptop and decided to chase your dream of becoming a professional napper (it’s a highly coveted career, I assure you).

And the best part? The possibilities for passive income in affiliate marketing are as vast as the galaxy itself (okay, maybe not that vast, but you get the point). You can create evergreen content that stays relevant and continues to attract new visitors for years to come. You can build an email list of loyal subscribers who eagerly await your recommendations and click on your affiliate links like it’s a virtual treasure hunt. You can even embrace the power of automation, using email sequences, sales funnels, and other fancy digital tools to keep the passive income flowing while you embark on new adventures, like learning to juggle flaming torches (because why not?).

But let’s not forget that behind every successful passive income stream lies a strategic and diligent affiliate marketer. It’s not just about setting and forgetting. It’s about consistently nurturing your audience, keeping your content fresh and engaging, and adapting to changes in the digital landscape. Think of yourself as the conductor of an orchestra, gracefully orchestrating the symphony of passive income while enjoying the occasional standing ovation from your bank account.

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So, dear affiliate marketing maven, embrace the beauty of passive income and let it be the wind beneath your entrepreneurial wings. Work smarter, not harder, and watch as the fruits of your labor continue to ripen, even while you’re busy exploring new passions, pursuing your wanderlust, or perfecting your collection of quirky socks. The power of passive income awaits, my friend. It’s time to let it sprinkle its magic into your life!

Wide Range of Products and Niches

Let’s talk about variety, my curious connoisseur of affiliate marketing. In this whimsical world of online business, you have the freedom to explore a vast array of products and niches, like a kid in a candy store with an endless supply of sweet treats. Whether your heart beats for organic skincare, geeky gadgets, or stylish socks for dapper penguins, there’s a niche waiting to be conquered, and a product begging to be promoted.

One of the enchanting aspects of affiliate marketing is the staggering diversity of products and services available to you. From the practical to the whimsical, the essential to the extravagant, there’s something for every interest, passion, and personality. You can immerse yourself in a niche that aligns with your deepest passions and share your enthusiasm with the world.

Imagine being a master of all things feline, delving into the mesmerizing world of cat accessories, toys, and gourmet treats. You can become the go-to guru for cat lovers, dispensing sage advice on grooming, training, and turning your home into a feline paradise. And while you’re at it, you can earn commissions for every purr-fect product recommendation that brings joy to the lives of fellow cat enthusiasts. It’s like getting paid to be a cat whisperer. Meow-velous!

But the adventure doesn’t stop there, my intrepid explorer. The realm of affiliate marketing beckons you to dive into a plethora of niches that cater to a wide range of interests. From fitness and wellness to home improvement, technology, fashion, travel, and beyond, there’s a niche waiting to embrace your creative genius and profit potential. And the best part? You can be as niche as a coffee shop that serves only unicorn-themed lattes. That’s right, you can specialize in sub-niches within niches, carving out your own little corner of the digital universe.

With such a wide selection of products and niches at your fingertips, you have the power to truly indulge your passions and build a brand that speaks to your unique personality. After all, who wants to be stuck promoting something they have zero interest in? Not you, my friend! In the world of affiliate marketing, you get to choose products that genuinely excite you and make your heart sing (or do a little jig, if that’s your thing).

But remember, not all niches are created equal. While it’s tempting to dive headfirst into the trendiest niche du jour, it’s essential to strike a balance between your passion and profitability. You want to find that sweet spot where your interests intersect with the needs and desires of your target audience. So, channel your inner detective, do some

Scalability and Unlimited Earning Potential

Hold onto your hat, my ambitious affiliate marketing aficionado, because we’re about to delve into the realm of limitless possibilities. One of the most thrilling aspects of affiliate marketing is its unparalleled scalability and the tantalizing promise of unlimited earning potential. Buckle up, because we’re about to embark on a rocket ship to financial success!

Scalability is the name of the game in the world of online business, and affiliate marketing is no exception. Here’s the scoop: once you’ve cracked the code and found a winning formula, you have the power to skyrocket your earnings like a shooting star in the night sky. You’re not limited by the constraints of traditional businesses, like physical store locations or a finite number of working hours. The digital landscape is your playground, and the sky’s the limit.

So, how can you scale your affiliate marketing business to dizzying heights? Well, first and foremost, it’s all about amplifying your reach. As an affiliate marketer, your success hinges on your ability to attract and engage a vast audience of eager potential buyers. And luckily for you, the internet is brimming with opportunities to connect with people from all corners of the globe. With the power of social media, search engine optimization, email marketing, and good old-fashioned word-of-mouth (or should we say word-of-keyboard?), you can expand your reach exponentially.

Imagine this: you start small, nurturing your audience with your unique blend of knowledge, charm, and, of course, a sprinkle of humor. As your tribe grows, your influence spreads like wildfire (the good kind, not the one you need a fire extinguisher for). More eyes on your content mean more clicks, more conversions, and ultimately, more money in your bank account. And the best part? Your scalability isn’t limited by the number of products you promote. The digital world is teeming with an endless array of affiliate programs, each waiting to shower you with generous commissions for your marketing prowess.

But scalability isn’t just about reaching more people; it’s also about diversifying your income streams. In the realm of affiliate marketing, you’re not bound to a single product or a single company. You have the power to tap into multiple niches, explore different products, and embrace a diverse range of affiliate programs. This flexibility allows you to create a robust portfolio of income streams that can withstand market fluctuations and tap into various customer segments.

Just picture it: you’re like a savvy investor spreading your bets across a carefully curated portfolio. If one product or niche experiences a slump, your other income streams can pick up the slack and keep the cash flowing. It’s like having a safety net made of affiliate links. Now, that’s financial peace of mind.

But don’t just take my word for it. Look around, and you’ll find countless success stories of affiliate marketers who have taken scalability to extraordinary heights. From humble beginnings to six-figure incomes and beyond, these trailblazers have proven that the sky is not the limit — there’s a whole galaxy of earning potential waiting for those bold enough to reach for the stars.

So, dear future captain of the affiliate marketing spaceship, strap on your helmet, grab the joystick, and get ready for a thrilling journey. Scalability and unlimited earning potential are your co-pilots on this wild ride. Embrace the power of reach, diversify your income streams, and let your entrepreneurial spirit soar. The sky is not the limit — it’s just the beginning!

Conclusion

Well, my fellow adventurer in the realm of affiliate marketing, we’ve reached the end of our exhilarating journey. We’ve explored the captivating benefits that make affiliate marketing a true gem in the vast landscape of online business. From its low startup costs and minimal risk to the allure of passive income potential, the wide range of products and niches, and the limitless scalability and earning potential, affiliate marketing has proven itself to be a lucrative and rewarding endeavor.

But let’s not forget the secret ingredient that ties it all together: you. Yes, you, with your unique personality, expertise, and passion. Affiliate marketing offers you the opportunity to unleash your creativity, share your knowledge, and connect with like-minded individuals who can benefit from your recommendations. It’s a chance to build a brand that reflects who you are and what you stand for, all while earning a handsome income.

So, as you venture forth into the captivating world of affiliate marketing, remember that success lies not only in the strategies and techniques you employ but also in the genuine value you provide to your audience. Be the trusted guide, the entertaining storyteller, and the expert in your niche. Embrace the power of authenticity and integrity, and your audience will reward you with their loyalty and support.

And of course, let’s not forget to inject a little humor into our endeavors. After all, laughter is the universal language that brings people together, and it’s the cherry on top of the affiliate marketing sundae. So, sprinkle your content with wit, charm, and the occasional dad joke (because who doesn’t love those?).

As you embark on your affiliate marketing journey, keep your eyes on the prize. The road may have its twists and turns, but with persistence, dedication, and a touch of that adventurous spirit that brought you here, success will be within your grasp.

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So, go forth, my friend, and embrace the benefits of affiliate marketing. Let its low startup costs, minimal risk, passive income potential, wide range of products and niches, and scalability and unlimited earning potential propel you to new heights of online business success.

Remember, you have the power to shape your own destiny in this digital landscape. May your affiliate links be forever clickable, and may your bank account overflow with the sweet rewards of your efforts.

Now, go out there and conquer the world of affiliate marketing. Adventure awaits!

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TFTW - Prologue

Nora tried to focus on the task at hand: buttering the toasted bread. Or checking for the fourth time if the coffee was ready. Or making sure they still had enough protein bars so Tommy wouldn't throw a tantrum about the box being half empty. Lucky for him, Nora was a thoughtful roommate and bought a new one on her last supply run. Anything to keep her mind busy and distracted from the unholy, loud moans coming from Riley's room. It's not even 9am. She was debating knocking on her door and tell them to be more quiet, but that would be awkward, at least to Nora. She didn't have the heart to do that. She also thought about making a smoothie and for once be glad for the loud roaring of the machine. One annoying sound could minimize the other. But Tommy didn't deserve to be woken up like that. It didn't matter though, because the boy was already making his way out of his room with an expression on his face that would be a warning to anyone looking at him to not dare say good morning.

"Good morning!"

Nora took two mugs out of the cabinet and filled them with the freshly brewed coffee, setting one of them on the kitchenette counter for Tommy.

"Who are you trying to fool?" the boy asked, sitting on a stool and wrapping his hands around the steaming mug.

"Myself. It's either staying positive or going insane."

"Is it that bad of an idea to evict her?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

Nora gave him a non-serious stern look.

"Positive."

"I'll evict myself then."

"As if you could find some other affordable place and two other great roommates."

Tommy pointed his index finger in the girl's face.

"That's not very positive."

"Just drink your coffee."

Nora turned back to the cabinet.

"Are there any prot-" the sentence got interrupted by a protein bar flying across the kitchenette straight into Tommy's chest.

"Don't get too used to it."

"You're right, ain't no better roommate out there than you."

With no such care as to try not to spill the mug of coffee, Tommy reached over the counter and gently pulled Nora by the back of her neck to kiss her forehead.

"Do you hear that?" the girl asked, stopping Tommy mid second kiss.

"What?"

"Nothing." she looked at him, hopeful, "It stopped. They're done."

"Thank fuck." he said, before completing his interrupted action and kissing her forehead again.

Both then grabbed their mugs and sipped on the hot liquid while falling into a comfortable silence, not just between them, but all over the apartment, with the only annoying sound now being the package of Tommy's protein bar being ripped apart. As he took a bite, he payed attention to Nora. Her long, wavy brown hair, though tamed under a bun, was still wild, with curls sticking out from the messy ball sitting on the top of her head. She had remains of mascara on the tips of her lashes, not noticeable at first sight, but Tommy was used to trying to memorize every detail about her, so it stood out. The sleeves of her dark gray oversized jumper nearly covered the whole length of her hands but he could still make out stains of acrylic paint, some more faded than others, all over her skin. A sign she had probably stayed up all night painting. Again.

"Did you get any sleep?" Tommy asked.

"Tried to." Nora stared pointedly at the boy to try and make him believe her, "I swear I did this time. But there was someone going on a coitus marathon across the hall and if I was going to stay awake at least I would make my time useful."

Tommy laughed.

"This was, what? Round four?"

"Five. Not that I'm counting."

"Wouldn't blame you if you were."

Nora sighed and took another sip of her coffee, diverting her attention to the highlights of the sun coming through the window, painting the whole apartment in an orange glow. She loved mornings like these: slow, sunny, quiet, Tommy. Though quiet was a questionable word to describe that one morning in specific. At least she had the familiarity of her roommate's presence. Both worshiped a nice and peaceful breakfast moment and the company was a bonus that, with time, turned into their favorite thing about it. Riley was always in a rush, and when she had time to join them, there was actually something (or someone) else she'd rather be doing.

"Did you finish the commission to that creepy dude?"

"Almost there. I'm considering adding some more details."

"I'm sure it looks great already. I don't know why you're putting so much work for someone who probably doesn't even remember what he ordered."

"Because it pays rent. And believe or not" Nora smiled sassily at Tommy, "I actually like my job."

"Dealing with ungrateful and unappreciative old men?"

"Painting. Those are minor inconveniences I'm willing to put up with. What's your excuse?"

"My girlfriend feels sorry for me and doesn't want me working at Walmart."

"Because working for her dad is clearly better."

"It pays rent." he responded, with the same sass Nora used previously, but not as genuinely happy with the same excuse. He just didn't want to say out loud he'd rather be homeless than work with his girlfriend's stuck up asshole of a father.

"You know you don't have to, right?"

"Nora, we've talked about this."

Both Nora and Riley had tried countless times to convince their roommate to quit, find another job, they could take care of rent until he was financially ready to contribute. But the boy refused. He had too much respect for them, and apparently for Kat too, his girlfriend, who was a lot like her own father in her ideals of a successful life, just better at masking it. Tommy bought it, that's why he was dating her, but Nora and Riley were well aware of how controlling and manipulative she could be, and for more they tried to open Tommy's eyes by trying to explain to him why Kat didn't want him working at a Walmart, he just didn't see it that way. She didn't have for him a quarter of the respect the boy had for her and that infuriated the girls a lot.

"I'm just saying, there's nothing wrong about working at a Walmart and your own girlfriend shouldn't be making you feel ashamed for wanting a normal job."

Nora knew it was a touchy subject and definitely something that could disturb the comforting routine, but the frustration at seeing how easily Tommy allowed Kat to control his own life always got the best of her.

"I already have a normal job."

"I wouldn't call being emotionally abused by your bosses normal."

Tommy sighed and started to get ready to get up from his seat.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry."

"Nora-"

"I know. I'm sorry, I'll shut up."

He sat back down and kept his eyes on his mug, while Nora kept hers on his face waiting for any sign that could tell her if she had crossed the line.

After a few seconds of silence that felt long and heavy, Tommy looked at her.

"I really appreciate you looking out for me, trust me, I really do," his voice was so calm and tender that it actually caught Nora by surprise. She was expecting an angrier tone, maybe some cuss words, an insult, she probably deserved it for prying into his personal life, "but I want to deal with this on my own. I already feel like I'm depending on a lot of people."

It seemed like he wanted to add something else, but when he stayed silent, Nora nodded understandingly.

"You know where to find me in case you decide to stop being stubborn."

Tommy chuckled and lifted his mug towards his lips.

"Yes ma'am."

The energy in the room shifted back to the warm and calming morning as they, once again, enjoyed their breakfast in a silence that seemed too good to be true, because a repetitive thump against the wall started to be heard. Coming from Riley's room.

"No."

"Oh my God."

"Fuck no." Tommy cussed, letting his head drop on top of the counter in defeat, "Are you still feeling positive?"

Nora stiffed a laugh and patted Tommy's head, she took a sip of her coffee and her hand stayed still in his head, barely hidden by his dark curls. She smiled.

"Yes."

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