#(bi monthly like twice a month? or once every other month?)

[pssarahwins]

Wanting to create art but not having the skill or motivation to learn how to do it. Wanting to see a piece of art, only to soon realize it doesn't exist, and you can't make it. Wanting something to exist, but not being able to make it simply appear, realizing you're going to have to work hard to see if you can make your vision come to life. And you'll probably fail, you almost definitely won't be able to recreate the idea you've cooked up in your head, but no one else is going to do it, so either you learn and you try or you just don't get the thing.

[tickletastic]

On the Dotted Line

Fandom: Star Trek

Ship: N/A

Summary: Bones thinks Jim needs a lesson on the importance of actually reading his medical consent forms before signing them.

When Jim had gone for his last bi-monthly physical, he had a long, itemized list of hypos and vaccines awaiting him, Bones lining them up on the examination table with a sheepish, apologetic smile on his face. Bones reminded him that it had been five years since his last round of immunizations, save for a few vaccines here and there based on some of his newly developed allergies. Jim was annoyed and impatient, though he had noticed, subconsciously, that his body had been behaving a little differently for a few weeks. He found himself in uncontrollable sneezing fits when the Enterprise flew past a gas giant, and felt his entire body itch after visiting the science team in the middle of their specimen examinations. He knew the vaccines weren’t optional, but it didn’t make the surprise of them any less annoying. 

The thing is, Bones couldn’t even count on two hands how many times he had reminded Jim about his vaccines over the past two weeks, repeatedly bringing it up in hopes that it would soften the blow when the appointment finally did roll around. Somehow, Jim still seemed oblivious about the appointment, despite Bones’ many reminders, and the signed consent forms that had arrived in Bones’ email minutes after he had sent them to Jim a week earlier. 

“Kid, you know those emails I send you about your appointments aren’t just to sit and look pretty in yer inbox, right?” Bones had teased, wincing when Jim flinched away from the fifth hypo, “they could’ve given you the rundown about this appointment, had you bothered to read ‘em.”

Jim was testy, and he sent Bones a warning glare, “I signed them, didn’t I?”

Bones had just rolled his eyes, deciding it might be best to engage in the conversation when Jim was a little less irritable, a little less vulnerable. 

It is protocol, on the Enterprise, for physicals to be done on a bi-annual basis, most of the crew not changing very much over the span of six months. Of course, the medbay is always open in the case of an emergency, but, for the sake of documentation, complete physicals happen twice a year. 

While most of the Enterprise gets along just fine with two physicals a year, their loyal captain has a long, non-exhaustive list of allergies, a new one springing up practically once a week, and a penchant for lying about injuries. As a result of their own stubborn captain, and other stubborn captains in the fleet, Bones managed to have a new protocol introduced into Starfleet regulations that required ship captains to have brief physicals bi-monthly. 

Bones, sick and tired of his best friend’s irritability and surprise when a new appointment would arise, despite his constant reminders and emails filled up with consent forms, decided that a lesson of sorts would be in order. Bones is Jim’s primary physician, of course, per request of the captain himself, but there might come a day when Bones’ schedule is filled, or he’s attending an off-ship medical conference, when Jim might have to see a different doctor. For the sake of himself, and any other doctor that might have the displeasure of seeing to Jim Kirk’s temperaments, Bones wanted to solidify to Jim how important it was to read his consent forms prior to signing. It’s not like they have to do with Jim’s immediate physical health or anything, right?

Two months later, when Jim’s next physical rolls around, he is begrudgingly dragged to the medbay, upset that he has to attend another appointment when he, “literally had one like a week ago.” 

This time, Bones has gone in a more old-fashioned direction. Bones has, waiting for him and Jim at his desk, a printed copy of Jim’s signed consent forms, his sloppy signature adorning the bottom of every last one. 

“Alright, Jimmy,” Bones says, motioning for Jim to hop up on the examination table, “I take it you read through the consent forms?”

Jim raises an annoyed eyebrow, physically fighting back the eyeroll, “I signed them, didn’t I?” 

“That you did,” Bones responds with a nod, “so you would know that today we are doing some sensitivity cataloging to use for reference in case of later injuries?”

Jim narrows his eyes, a light pink dusting his cheeks, “sensitivity training?”

“Yup,” Bones replies, popping the ‘p’, he shakes the forms in his hand, waving them in front of Jim, “every last detail written down on these forms.”

“Yeah,” Jim responds, nodding in an attempt to hide his surprise, “yeah, of course.” 

“Okay, in that case, let’s get started.” Bones opens the top drawer of his desk and pulls out a feather, placing it on the top of the desk, in plain sight of Jim. “So, would you like to start with rough touch or light touch? We’ve got to catalogue both,” Bones pauses to smile deviously at Jim, “you know, for the sake of thoroughness.” 

Jim’s cheeks are rapidly turning more and more pink as he squirms on the examination table, his eyes avoiding the feather at all cost. “I think I might actually have some business to tend to on the bridge, Bones. Isn’t my last physical enough for now?”

Bones grins, “don’t worry, Jim, it won’t hurt at all. Spock’s got the whole ‘captain act’ handled for a bit.”

Now, Jim openly glares at Bones, and Bones just feigns innocence, “you’re evil. I’m firing you, I’m having you sent to a patrol ship, or one of those garbage ships that collects space debris.”

“Sure you are, Jimmy, sure you are,” Bones chuckles, “so I guess rough it is?”

“Wait- no- I- Bohohones! Shihihit, dohohon’t!” Jim giggles, pushing back against Bone’s fingers digging into his sides, “stahahap!”

“No can do, doctor’s orders,” Bones replies, fighting against Jim’s struggling, “and you signed the forms, you should have known this was coming. I warned you, after all.” 

Jim shakes his head, squirming every which way until he eventually falls back, legs dangling off the side of the examination table as he shrieks in response to Bones’ fingers. 

“Alright, rough on your sides is a 5/10, I’d say,” Bones says out loud, as if truly recording Jim’s sensitivities for anything beyond his own lesson. 

“Shuhuhut uhhuhup!” Jim screeches, body jolting when Bones’ fingers move to his tummy, “nohoho! Thihihis ihihis soho duhuhumb!”

“Wow,” Bones feigns offense, “this is for your own sake, kid, and you should’ve known all about it given that I sent you all the information.” 

Jim’s laughter is loud and full by this point, chuckling hysterically as Bones pokes and prods all over his tummy. When Bones’ finger grazes the top of Jim’s belly button, he shrieks, unable to stop his own body from arching, inadvertently moving into the touch. 

“I think we might have found an outlier, should I catalogue your belly and belly button separately? Bones asks, spidering his fingers around the sensitive spot, “whadya think, kid? Or should we average the ticklishness of both spots and consider it one?”

“Bohones plehehease!” Jim squeals, desperately trying to push at Bones’ hands, “ihihim sorry!”

“I don’t think you are just yet, but I know you will be soon.”

Bones’ hands move up to Jim’s ribs and Jim screams, squirming so hard that Bones has to save him from falling right off the table. Jim’s fists weakly hit against Bones’ chest as he hiccups and snorts through his laughter, throwing his head back. 

“Ihihim sorry! Ihihim sohohorehehe! BOHONES!” 

“Alright, alright, I’m almost done, Jimmy, just one more spot and I think you’ve learned your lesson,” Bones relays, his fingers slowing on Jim’s ribs, “if I were less knowledgeable, I’d say that your ribs were a 10/10, but I’d say that was a solid 9.”

Jim pants, his entire face red up to his ears, too tired to fight back anymore. When Bones’ fingers scratch roughly into his shoulder blades, he feels as though he’s been electrified, ticklish energy flowing everywhere in his body, his laughter quickly goes silent, and he struggles against the half-hug thing that he and Bones are in, trying to break out of Bones’ hold. 

Bones smiles, incredibly endeared, and lets Jim go, his body slumping onto the table. “Now that, was the 10/10. So are we going to read our forms before signing them now?”

Jim is still giggling, twitching on the table and nodding eagerly, “yehehes, yehes, I wohohon’t doho it ahagain.”

Bones takes a playful step towards Jim, as if he’s going to strike again, and Jim shrieks, curling against the wall the examination table is pressed up against. 

“Alright, alright,” Bones reaches out and ruffles Jim’s hair, “you’re good to go, kid.” Bones eyes Jim, whose face is bright red, clothes ruffled, hair a mess, “but maybe wait until you’re less red to join your crew.”

“Shut uhup,” Jim groans, standing up and making an attempt to straighten out his clothes, “you’re so gonna pay for this.”Bones turns to his desk, not bothering to watch Jim as he leaves, still red and grinning, “sure I will, kid, sure I will.”

[thepodcasthoard]

The Ultimate Guide to Starting A Podcast [Checklist]

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5 l Part 6 l Part 7 l Part 8 l Part 9 l Part 10

The eleventh article Sydney gave me is an actionable list. The writer- Lestraundra Alfred- said she started a podcast in ten days by following it.

Determine your niche.

I know. Some of you who have been reading all the posts in this series are probably groaning right now at the repetition. I admit, as I was reading through them I was starting to almost be able to say the words in my head before I read them, like how I can quote movies I've seen a bunch of times.

But this is important- I mentioned before that it's better to be in the top ten of a smaller niche than top twenty of a broader one. But it's more than that- sites like spotify and apple podcasts use the niches you provide to categorize your show, and that categorization brings your podcast to those who are actually looking for similar things.

The article lists popular categories- comedy, news, TV shows and movies, and sports among them- so you can find inspiration in them and narrow your focus.

2. Identify your ideal listener

The article talks about going super specific with your listener avatar- age, job, education, income, other interests, hobbies, and where they live. This will let you think about what your perfect listener will think about your ideas and help you refine them.

3. Name your podcast and make a launch date

For the name, make sure you look it up a few times with variations so you don't accidentally use the same name as some other brand.

For the launch date, make sure to give yourself some time to do your preparations and recording, but not too much time that it's just procrastinating.

4. Format and schedule

There's a variety of formats, each with their own pros and cons. Interviews, co-hosts, and solo shows are just three.

The most common frequencies of publishing according to this article are weekly, bi-weekly (which I assume in this case means once every two weeks, not twice a week), and monthly. But the article also says consistency is key- don't do weekly for three weeks, and then not upload for two months.

5. Podcast host

Again, this is necessary because of internet jargon. An RSS feed is needed to upload to the actual directories where people can listen. The article lists a few via links which- as you all can probably guess by now- I won't add because I want to preserve their commissions. Plus, you'll probably want to read the article in its entirety to get all the details because I'm glossing over them to keep the big picture in sight.

6. Artwork

This article is linked, and it has a more in-depth guide on how to make artwork with examples. But this article recommends just browsing through your podcast listening site of choice and just looking at artwork, thinking about how yours will fit in.

7. Equipment

This article goes into the topic more in-depth, with specifics about what they personally recommend, but really a microphone, a computer, headphones, and recording and editing software are all you really need.

8. Create a trailer

Ah, finally, I can hear some of you think. A new step.

A trailer gives a new listener a chance to find out what your podcast is all about. So be sure to make it engaging and interesting.

9. Submit to directories

You'll be able to do this through your hosting site.

10. Start with three episodes

Another new step, yay! Not only does this give more content for listeners to really see if your podcast is a good fit for them, but it'll let your podcast get listens and other statistics more quickly. That means that the directory will read that and go 'oh! People really like this show. Let me move it to the front so more people can like it.' Your trailer shouldn't count in those three episodes.

11. Show notes

Yet another new step! Hooray! Show notes are basically really short blog posts that are under each episode and tailored to that specific episode. They're a good place for SEO (search engine optimization), and a way for avid listeners to follow the podcast on different sites, like your social media.

12. Get social media handles

Speaking of social media, you'll want these before you launch. This way you have them and can actually use them to promote yourself and the podcast. Domain names are included in this step.

13. Upload and schedule your three episodes

Once everything is edited and done, it's time to stick to your launch date you chose in step three and schedule through your hosting site to launch.

14. Market and celebrate

Now it's time to get the word out. You've worked so hard on this project, congratulations! An aside from me is to actually take time to celebrate. Don't rush right into more work, take the time to soak in your accomplishment, because it is an accomplishment.

[celila-reblogs]

uhm actually, as a terminologist, i politely disagree with this explanation.

the prefix "bi-" only means "two", it does not automatically mean "twice".

see "bidirectional(ly)" - in two directions.

see "bicycle", it's not "twice" cycle, it has two wheels.

linguistically, monthly means every month, bimonthly means every two months, semimonthly means every "half-month", so twice a month or every two weeks.

"bi-" does not automatically include the meaning of frequency (like once, twice, three times, nth times etc.). it's just the prefix for "two".

the suffix -ly on the other hand, turns the noun "month" into an adverb which includes a recurring frequency: something is happening once a month or every month. adding "bi-" does not change the frequency within the month, it changes the number of months.

see also: hourly, daily, annually etc.

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[ayatosmoles]

every single time

contains: angst, hurt/no comfort, fwb to enemies, reader is called beautiful and sweetheart but gn otherwise, reader and kiyoomi are kinda toxic ngl, very suggestive - minors dni

wc: 1.3k

note: here is my angst submission for The Sakusa Kiyoomi Film Festival hosted by @goreist and @sakusins!! thank you so much to them for allowing me to participate!! i've gotten my heart broken by a fwb before so i hope that that projected enough onto this fic <3 i still have a romance submission for this collab that should be done soon!! hope y'all enjoy :)

You decide that the best time to tell Sakusa is in the shower. At first you thought it would be wiser to tell him before you sleep together, not wanting to look like you were using him for a fuck before putting a wrench in your relationship, but you decided that he’d be able to give you a real response in the shower. If you tell him how much love him when his mind is hazy with lust and a need to release his stress, he’d probably accept it and move one only to come to his senses later. If you tell him in the shower when his mind is clear, he can’t give you false hope, even if for only a few hours.

You feel guilty. Kiyoomi greets you at the door with a familiar smile and a kind kiss on your cheek, a ritual you’ve come to know at least twice a week. He leads you into his apartment across the living room, through the hallway, and into his bedroom. He shuts the door softly and pins you against it to mold his lips onto yours. He begins to trail his lips down to your jawbone and you realize that you’d probably be sitting on the couch talking if you’d gone with your original plan. A small part of you wishes that you stuck with your original thought of telling him before you do anything, because the guilt and dread for what is coming after replaces any pleasure you should be feeling from his mouth on yours.

You and Kiyoomi met in college and quickly became good friends. Neither of you had anyone else throughout your college years, and it was easy to find comfort in each other. Kiyoomi had just started his career in the professional volleyball league, and you were in the process of finding a job that would put your degree to use when you slept together for the first time. You don’t entirely remember how it started, likely just a mix of stress and need for another person. That ‘one-time thing’ became a monthly thing, and then a bi-weekly thing, and then a weekly thing. Sakusa refuses to call you friends-with-benefits, saying that you’re friends that like to do ‘extra friendly’ things sometimes.

He's always been careful to draw a line and establish a heavy boundary between your friendship and your sexual relationship. He didn’t start kissing you until at least a few months in, and he refuses to kiss you outside of sex. ’It makes it confusing,” he said once. Despite this careful boundary, you have a very deep fondness for Kiyoomi deep in your stomach that you’ve chosen to label as love. You think you’ve loved him since even before you had sex, but sleeping together has made it harder to ignore, you think. He’s always been good at telling you sweet, reassuring things when you aren’t sure of yourself. He’s always careful to take your feelings into consideration and try his best to adapt to them. You really aren’t sure why you didn’t expect to feel this way about him.

Kiyoomi lays you down on his bed, carefully running a hand up your waist while his other hand pushes your shirt up above your chest. Your pants were slipped off at the door, and Kiyoomi relishes in the feeling of your near-bare waist and hips.

“Are you feeling okay?” he checks in and takes a break to make eye contact. Somehow you nod, understanding his words through the cloud of guilt clinging to your mind.

“Good. You look beautiful today, sweetheart,” he sighs and rushes to press his lips against yours again.

He’s never used that name before. Should you call someone you aren’t dating ‘sweetheart’? Should you call them beautiful too? That’s too sweet of a nickname for a fuckbuddy. Why would he call you that? He doesn’t think of you like that. If you say anything about it he’s just going to reinstate that rigid boundaries that he so rarely strays from. What then? He only just barely said it and you already have the sound of his voice calling you a sickly-sweet nickname replaying in your mind. He’s probably already realizing what he said and how to take it back. He pulls away from the kiss and immediately notices tears pooling in your eyes.

“I can’t do this, Kiyoomi. I can’t do it anymore.” His eyes furrow.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. It was an accident.”

You choke, knowing that was going to come eventually.

“What if I want you to mean it?”

“What?” he looks at you, confused.

“What do you mean “what’? Are you really that stupid?” you take a moment to wipe the tears falling down your cheeks, “I want you to call me things like that. I want you to call me sweetheart and beautiful and love. I want you to kiss me when I’m not naked, when it doesn’t mean anything. I love you Kiyoomi and I want you to love me back even though I know you never will.”

You try your best to cover your face, tearing your hands from where they laid on Sakusa’s broad shoulders to create a shield over your face. Sakusa doesn’t say anything, he leaves you alone and half-naked to cry into your hands. Only for a few moments.

“You promised that this wouldn’t happen.”

You peek through your fingers to try and read his expression. He’s disappointed; you almost want to say he’s mad too, but Sakusa doesn’t get mad. He just gets frigid with disappointment.

“I’m sorry. I was going to tell you later, I just-“

“So you were going to use me and then break things off?”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you try defending yourself through the chokes of tears, “I didn’t want to tell you when I got here because I was scared you’d just go along with it and then realize what you agreed to after and turn me down after giving me what I want.”

“So… you assumed that I’d use you and then ditch you?” The hurt starts to outweigh the disappointment, but you see what you think of as resentment start to kindle in his face.

He’s right, and you don’t know how to answer. “…I guess.”

“Do you think that little of me? I’ve never been anything but honest with you, and I kept my promise that this wouldn’t lead anywhere and it’s just for fun. You promised that you’d end it if you started feeling anything.”

“Is it so revolting to even think about dating me?” you spit, “You’re acting like my feelings are going to taint you.”

“You’re being ridiculous. I don’t have feelings for you, and I can’t have feelings for you. We were friends, but I don’t think we can be anymore because now it’s awkward.”

“You’re afraid of a little awkwardness? I’m willing to move on if you just say no, but you’re talking like I just ruined your life.”

“No, I’m afraid that you’ll keep breaking promises. You broke every promise you made about this whole… situation and I don’t know how I’ll ever trust you again.” he glowers at you.

“That’s ridiculous, Kiyoomi. I just told you the truth, so I didn’t break anything.”

You push him away from where he still hovers over you to pull your shirt back down. You get up from the bed and put your pants back on after retrieving them from the doorway floor.

“How many times have we had sex since you realized you had feelings?” he glares at you as you try collecting yourself back together enough to leave.

“Every single fucking time, Kiyoomi.”

You leave his apartment, tears rekindling on your lashes when you slam his front door shut.

[illneverrecover]

growl | kth (m)

➛pairing: Kim Taehyung x reader  (per usual) ➛summary: Clearing his throat, he tries again, gaze intense. His eyes are about to fall out of his skull with the power of his attempt at a telepathic message to his friend. “Come on, Jimin. Ask me. You know what? I’ll help you. I pick dare.” A sly glint of amusement pulls at the edge of Jimin’s mouth, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. You look back and forth between the two of them, not sure what was happening but sure as hell knowing it was going to be nothing be trouble. “I dare you to sing a song that shows off your best growling for our girl here,”  ➛genre: non idol!AU, friends to lovers, slice of life, smut ➛word count: 4605 ➛rating: explicit/mature (y’all been knew) ➛warnings:  alcohol use, cursing, cliche use of ‘truth or dare’, Seokjin singing dope songs at karaoke, Jimin being chaotic, slight dirty talk, semi public sex, oral (male receiving), swallowing, Taehyung being a secret softie. ➛notes: Firstly, I would like to start off by saying that this fic idea came from @destiel1597 and the pure lethal sex that is 5th Muster Taehyung™, so this is truly their fault. The both of them. Secondly, y’all should’ve known that the minute I saw  5th Muster Taehyung™, I’d have to let the thirst out somehow. I don’t have self control. Lastly, shoutout to my bby @taetaesbaebaepsae for assisting me & @purpletigertaetae for spamming me with rude Tae inspo to fuel the thotting. You the best.  I promise my next fic will be about another member. If Tae would just RELAX I wouldn’t have to be like this!! ➛song: Toxic - Alex & Sierra (which is the version Tae sings in this. Listen to it and picture him singing it and tell me you wouldn’t do the same). Ma City - BTS 5th Muster version (which you should go watch immediately if you haven’t - this growling Tae was the muse for this entire sinful piece.) 

                             ᴄʀᴏss-ᴘᴏsᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ AO3;; ʟɪɴᴋ ɪɴ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ 

“How many times are you going to dare me to sing this song?”

Seokjin’s face had a thin sheen of sweat, the bright disco lights of the cozy karaoke booth bouncing off his skin, showing the exasperation evident on his face.

“Until it stops being funny. So…” you look around at the others, pausing to sip at your drink. “Never. Get to it, lover boy.” 

He sighs heavily but did as he was told, picking up the microphone and waiting for the flatscreen to start scrolling with the lyrics. The first few bars of the song blared through the speakers, and the guys gave supporting hoots to encourage him. 

Despite his earlier protest, he quickly gets into it, eyebrows furrowed as he dramatically swings the mic, belting out the first few notes. “I gotta take a little time, a little time to think things over...I better read between the lines, in case I need it when I'm older…” 

Next to you, Taehyung laughs deeply, throwing his head back as the elder continues, eyes glistening with unshed tears. No one else in the room was faring much better, every single person in some stage of cracking up at his theatrics. Forcing Seokjin to sing Foreigner songs is always hilarious, and one of your favorite parts of your friends bi-monthly karaoke meetups.

No one really knows when or how the tradition started (though rumor has it, it was at your drunken demand to ‘show off the golden pipes’), but these nights in the same small private room of your local karaoke bar had quickly become the favorite in your friend group. Twice a month, regardless of what was going on, everyone agreed to meet up for dinner, drinks, and the most ridiculous yet always entertaining game of truth or dare - karaoke style.

It was typical of your friends to never do anything the normal way, and this was no different. Instead of selecting songs of personal preference to sing for the room, they were always chosen as either a dare, or a failure to participate in a truth. It was asker's choice, and the victim wasn’t allowed to veto, less they wanted to foot the entire bill for the evening. And between seven men in their mid twenties and the pickled livers of you and your friend, Nari - that was a hefty price to pay. 

Seokjin reaches the chorus, the build up so intense that it’s no surprise when he drops to his knees, his tenor still in pitch and  beautiful despite the theatrics. “I want to know what love is! I want you to show me! I want to feel what love is, I know you can show me!” 

He’s clutching at his chest while staring into Yoongi’s eyes, the younger man expressionless as if this performance was something he saw on the regular. Which, to be fair - it was.

Slinging back the dregs, you lean to grab the bottle of vodka on the table before a large hand beats you to it, Taehyung smiling down at you as he scoots closer. “The usual, milady?” 

You slap his arm, eyes rolling. “Gross, no one says ‘milady’, Tae.” 

He giggles, filling it halfway with the liquor before topping it off with some seltzer - just the way you like it. You were only two drinks in, but the honeyed sound of his laugh always flustered you, a light burn flushing your cheeks. His long, dark hair was wavy and messy in that perfect way that made you want to sink your fingers into it, and between that and the peek of golden chest through the undone buttons of his dark dress shirt, you found yourself feeling thirsty. Well, thirstier than you normally were for Kim Taehyung.

It had become a running gag with the other guys - your little school girl crush on Taehyung, something that they used to tease you at any given opportunity. It seemed to personally offend them that you wouldn’t say anything to the brunette, and no matter how many times you explained you didn’t want to fuck with the group dynamics, they couldn’t seem to stop sticking their noses directly into your business. You’d be annoyed by their immature comments if it wasn’t for the fact that the handsome man seemed completely oblivious to them - and your feelings. 

Thank fuck for that. 

Handing you the freshened beverage, Taehyung moves to pour more into his glass before settling, large thigh pressing into your own. He has always been an affectionate guy, so when he threw an arm over your shoulder just as Seokjin hit the last notes of the song, you didn’t blink an eye. 

However, Jimin did.

He had been watching all night, seeing the way his best friend was buttering you up, going out of his way to try and make you laugh, to make you smile. The way you would scoff and roll your eyes to hide your heated cheeks or the way your thighs were pressing together any time he touched you. Taehyung’s feelings for you were practically neon red signs to Jimin, and yet you seemed obnoxiously unaware - something that was starting to make Jimin crazy. 

Getting involved probably wasn’t wise - neither party had asked for his help. But since when did he ever claim to be wise? Jimin prided himself on being a meddler - he couldn’t just not meddle. Especially when such an opportunity presents itself.

Bowing to the loud cheers, Seokjin moves to sit back down on another sofa, chugging the remnants of his glass. “Alright Joon, it’s your turn - Truth or Dare? And try not to be lame this time, please.”

Namjoon scoffs, faux offense on his face as he glares at his elder. “Hey! Picking truth isn’t lame! I’m telling you my deepest darkest secrets here!” 

“Pretty sure admitting that you want to touch Nari’s tits isn’t a secret, but nice try,” Yoongi deadpans, causing the room to break out in laughter.  You tried to focus on the game, on what ridiculous question Seokjin had prepared for Namjoon, but instead all you could feel was the warmth of Tae’s arm draped around you, all you could think about was how he smelled like a mixture teakwood and lavender, and how much you wanted him to ruin you.

“Y/n!”

Snapping your eyes towards the shout, you come face to face with a deviously smirking Jimin, leaning forward on his knees. He was twirling the straw in his glass like a super villain, and everything about the look he was giving you had your nerves on edge.

“Yes, Jimin? Is there something you need?”

“It’s your turn - truth or dare,” he coos, eyes dancing with mischief. God, he’s such a fucking Slytherin. You were in for it now - you could feel it in your bones.

“Last time I picked ‘dare’ you made me sing half of Evanescence’s discography-”

“Hey, to be fair, you knew it all  by heart and fucking nailed it,” Jungkook interjected, giving you a proud grin.

“Well - yeah, okay I did, thank you very much - but as I was saying, I’ve learned my lesson. I pick truth,” you reply smugly, glaring at the dark haired man. Jimin may look sweet, but luckily you know better than to ignore his cunning.

Which is why you shouldn’t have been surprised when he started cackling.

Eyes creasing into half moons, he threw his head back, running a hand through his hair as he faces you once more, eyebrows waggling. “What’s one thing about Taehyung that you find attractive?”

You choke, grappling for your drink to soothe the burning in your throat, though you were sure it was only making it worse. Face on fire, you looked at him with wide eyes as you cough in a feeble attempt to remember how to speak. 

A warm palm starts patting your back, the man in question leaning down to look into your eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, Tae, I’m fine,” you glare at Jimin, his victorious smirk enraging you further. The last thing you want to do is answer this truthfully; anything obvious is going to weird Taehyung out, but you know if you try and give a lame answer, Jimin will have no issues calling your ass out for it.

“Well, I like his singing voice…” you murmur, eyes focused on the ice melting in your glass, which you immediately bring to your lips once more.

Jimin rolls his eyes, scoffing. “His singing voice? What does that even mean?” he kicks at your leg, pushing you further. “Like… the tone? Or just how it sounds?” he sputters incredulously, choking back a laugh.

“Fuck you! Yes, how it sounds. And also when he does that deep growling thing?” you shiver, shaking your head. “I don’t know, it just gets me. It’s really hot.” 

Whoops, seems the vodka had done some of the talking for you, but it was too late to take it back. You feel your skin heat, but you hold your head high, raising a brow at Jimin in defiance.

The room falls silent for a beat, all eyes on you until Jungkook wolf whistles, everyone breaking out in hoots and yells. You turn to the man next to you, expecting him to blush coyly or even brush you off with a gentle smile - he was nothing if not kind - but instead you find a shit eating grin peering down at you. Cocking your head, you look at him questioningly, but he just winks before slugging back the rest of his drink, his gaze drifting to Jimin’s over your head.

It was all he needed to hear.

Your words were the perfect fuel to the fire of alcohol in his veins to make Taehyung feel bold, yet he was still sober enough to know that this could finally be his chance to show you how he feels.

“Jimin, ask me a question.” Taehyung declares, leaning back into the sofa, dark eyes dancing with mischief. 

“Technically, it’s Y/N’s turn to ask-” Namjoon mumbles, but is quickly shut down by the shouts of displeasure from the group, Hoseok and Jungkook both nudging him while the latter murmurs something about being a ‘cock block’. 

Clearing his throat, he tries again, gaze intense. His eyes are about to fall out of his skull with the power of his attempt at a telepathic message to his friend. “Come on, Jimin. Ask me. You know what? I’ll help you. I pick dare.”

A sly glint of amusement pulls at the edge of Jimin’s mouth, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. You look back and forth between the two of them, not sure what was happening but sure as hell knowing it was going to be nothing be trouble. 

“I dare you to sing a song that shows off your best growling for our girl here,” 

The room erupts in cheers and howls once more, your eyes widening as you reach for your glass. Shit, you’re going to need more vodka to survive this, and you know it. 

Taehyung moves languidly to the front of the room, the side of your body he had been pressed to all evening now left cold. He scrolls through the screen with a sharp focus, honeyed gaze looking over at you every once in awhile to make sure you were still paying attention. And the smile he would give when you were- it practically had your heart in your throat. You looked over at Nari, trying to get her to join you on your couch of pain, but she just blew you a kiss before settling back into her spot next to Yoongi, throwing you a shrug.

That bitch.

All too soon he gives a cheer of victory, looking out over the group as he selects the song, moving to the microphone stand. He poses in front of the room, everyone in attendance on the edges of their seats with anticipation for the music to start.

And then the first notes ring out, and a switch flips.

Gone was the sweet and goofy man you’ve all come to know, and in his place is a demon in black, looking like pure sin. His eyes darken as they land on you,  his lips curving in a confident smirk as he grabs the mic to pull closer to his mouth. Sensual plucks of guitar fills the room in a familiar tune, though a version you hadn’t heard before - the upbeat pop turned into a song of seduction.

“Baby can’t you see, I’m calling. A girl like you should wear a warning. It’s dangerous, I’m fallin’...”

Taehyung is all lust powered flirtation, hips seductively sliding back and forth as he continues to croon the lyrics, casting his molten chocolate eyes to your own. He was dancing closer, his steps slow and purposeful, and you felt the rest of the room fade away as you focused on him - and only him.

The chorus hits, and he smoothly switches from his velvet baritone to growling along with the lyrics, body rolling before sliding on his knees directly in front of you, so close you could see the sweat trail down his neck to bury into the open V of his shirt.

“Taste of your lips I’m on a ride. You’re toxic, I’m slipping under. With a taste of a poison paradise I’m addicted to you - don’t you know that you’re toxic?” he purrs, leaning into you,  a singular finger coming to trace up the exposed skin of your calf.

Everything was suddenly too hot, the room too stifled - you couldn’t get any air to cooperate and flow into your lungs, all your blood pooling in your cheeks. Your heart is racing, sweat dotting your hairline as you stare at the dark haired male in front of you, unable to pull away.

“I think Y/N is about to orgasm in the middle of this bar.”

“Min Yoongi, I swear to FUCK, I will murder you,” you force between clenched teeth, turning to glare at the blonde in question. You can see the retort build on his lips before a palm cups your cheek, pulling your attention back forward.

Taehyung was a breath away from you now, pupils blown wide and voice dangerously low as he continued singing, each word dripping with desire. His hand curves around your jaw, a finger slipping down the long column of your neck until it graced the thin skin of your collarbone.

“Too high, can't come down. It's in the air, it's all around...Can you feel me now?”

Fuck, he was going to ruin you.

Mouth falling open, you squeeze your thighs together uncontrollably, your hands death gripping at the sofa beside you in an effort to keep yourself from moaning. It was embarrassing; how easily his performance was turning you on, how a few throaty murmurs of a song from this man had you falling apart. 

Taehyung was nothing but sinful temptation, and he knew it. 

A small part of you heard the cat calls and lewd shouts from your friends, but you couldn’t concentrate on them. Not when the tall sex god was leaning nearer, using your knees as leverage to pull himself up so he could push your thighs completely together, walking himself forward until he could perch into your lap. Oh my fucking God, he’s sitting in your lap.

The music swells into the ending crescendo, and he continues to rasp the lyrics in low, dulcet tones, eyes never leaving your own. “Intoxicate me now, with your lovin' now. I think I'm ready now, I think I'm ready now,”

You gasped, the intention of the words and the vehement look in his eyes making it seem like it was more than just a song - it was a statement, a confession. Breath seized in your rib cage, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth to stop you from asking more.

Shit, you were ready to risk it all for Kim Taehyung.

Before you could say anything further, he growls out the final lines of the song, the sultriness of his voice causing electricity to race down your spine as he holds out the final note. The music finishes, and his chest is heaving with the effort of his seduction, eyes sparkling with pride.

The entire booth erupts into boisterous claps and cheers, several of the guys standing in ovation causing Taehyung to chuckle nervously, the switch seemingly flipped once more.

He slides off your lap, panting as he moves to pour himself some water, leaving you to gape at him fully. His dark curled locks are dampened with sweat, and despite the easy grin on his face you could clearly still see the fire burning deep in his gaze.

“What the hell, Tae! Where did that come from?” you shout, though a smile was already on your face. “You gotta warn a bitch first, damn. I think I’m sweating,” 

Hoseok moves to stand beside him, slapping a hand onto the younger’s shoulder. “Yeah man, I mean she’s probably dripping everywhere by now.” 

You shriek in indignation, punctuating the sentiment with a lime wedge beamed directly at Hoseok’s over-sized skull.

“Hey, don’t attack me! What, do you need us to get you a pad?”

“Sincerely fuck you, Hobi.”

While the others continue to congratulate Taehyung for his one man show, you suck down the rest of your drink, moving to stand. Your knees wobble, and you’re unsure what affected you more - all the booze you drank, or him. Damn, you need a moment.  Slinking toward the exit, you search for the bathroom,  relief washing over you as you spot it down the hallway. 

You’re about to grab for the handle when lithe fingers wrap around your wrist, pulling you to turn around before your back is pressed to the cool wall of the club. You hiss at the contact, eyes blazing as they take in the culprit - Taehyung. 

“Tae?”

He smooths his hands up your arms until each palm is flat against the wall on either side of your head, effectively trapping you in place. His pupils are brimming with depth-less lust though the smile on his face is sweet, the clash making your head swim. 

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you back there,” he murmurs, eyes searching your own. “But it was the perfect chance, and I had to act on it. I couldn’t just sit back and wait any longer, Y/N.” 

“Wait any longer for what? I’m not sure if I’m following-”

“Wait any longer to tell you how I feel about you. Wait any longer to do this.”

You weren’t expecting for his mouth to press against yours, but your lips moved automatically, parting and sighing to accommodate him. His body soon followed, relaxing against your form as his hands moved to cup your jaw. You groaned at the feeling of him, your fingers wrapping around the base of his neck to tangle into his hair. 

Feeling him like this only makes you want more, tongue moving to lick at the seams of his pout before he was sliding his own in kind. He groaned when they met in the middle, the sound causing arousal to pool rapidly low in your gut. Dragging his teeth against your lower lip, he gave you a nibble before pulling away, forehead pressed to yours.

“Does this mean you like me too?” he questions breathlessly, small smile on his face. 

“I’ve always liked you, Tae,” you whisper, turning his head so you could suck at the tender spot under his jaw, his answering whine encouraging your ministrations. “I liked you when we were friends, and I think I like you a bit more after that display.” 

He chuckles lowly, digits sinking into your hair only to pull you back to meet his gaze. “When we were friends? What, are we not friends anymore?”

“Well, not just friends, I hope….” you purr, leaning forward to press your mouth against his swollen bottom lip. “Friends don’t know the way you taste, do they?” 

A groan of your name is his only response before he’s back on you, licking into your mouth with such fervor your knees start to shake. His tongue is relentless, seeking to savor you fully before moving to taste the skin of your neck, your collarbone, the top of your breast. Falling into the lure of Taehyung was all too easy - almost enough to have you forgetting that you were in some stale bar’s dim hallway. 

Grabbing his shoulders, you spin until you have effectively switched places, Taehyung’s tall form now pressed against the wall as you nibble at the exposed skin of his chest. “I think you deserve a performance of your own, don’t you think?” you sigh, eyes inspecting his own, awaiting his approval. 

“I think I’m one lucky bastard who would be a fool to say no to someone as amazing as you,”

The blatant affection in his voice makes you freeze, your throat tightening with every hopeful squeeze of your heart. You were trying to convince him to let you suck him off in the karaoke bar bathroom, and he had to go and say sweet shit like that? 

Shaking your head, you giggle at the sentiment. “You’re too good to me, Tae,” you hum, hands gripping his biceps to drag him towards you, legs propelling you back until you feel the door give way, the light to the restroom automatically clicking on. 

A victorious grin quirks at your lips when you see the private bathroom empty, and a quick flick of your wrist has the door locked just as Taehyung envelopes you into his chest. 

His kisses only intensify, lips undressing you until you were soft and wet and pliant, grasping for anything you could to ground you to him. You make quick work of several more of his buttons until you could nip and bite at his chest unrestricted, your hand fumbling with his belt. 

A low, throaty moan echoed as you grasp his length, freeing him from his trousers enough that you were able to feel him completely in your palm. His cock was just as beautiful as he was, long and thick and dripping with precum, and the thought of having it in your mouth had a rush of arousal flood between your thighs. 

You wince when your knees hit the cool tile, though the promise of tasting him numbed any senses but the ones attuned to him. You thumb at his leaking head softly, his groans edging you near until you could smell his excitement, breath ghosting hot on his cock. Mouth falling open, you slide forward until his hardness was resting on the bed of your tongue, your lips closing to give the tip gentle sucks.

“Fuck, love.  You don’t have to do this, you know, we can-”

Swirling your tongue, you push further, hollowing your cheeks to take him deep into your mouth until he was kissing the back of your throat, your nose nestled into the coarse hairs against his pelvis. His size already had your jaw aching, but the way he groaned your name made it worth the discomfort, and you glide back until only the head remained.

Letting him fall out with a lewd pop, you lick a wide strip up the side of his cock, peering up at him through your lashes. 

“Do you want me to stop?”

“God, please don’t.” 

The words were barely out of his mouth before you moved yours back over his length, taking him as deep as you can each time, relishing the way he stretched your throat. You couldn’t stop imagining how he’d feel inside you, how intense and satisfying the initial burn would be when he was fully sheathed in your aching cunt - how much sweeter your orgasm would feel because it was caused by his cock, caused by him.

His dulcet whines and soft moans were the only sounds besides the wet slide of your mouth, and hearing him sound so desperate for you had you mewling against him, your fingers itching to press against your throbbing clit. 

“You’re taking me so good, love. Feel so fucking amazing  wrapped around my cock,” he hissed, a hand lowering to tangle into the tresses at your crown, guiding you gently. “Such a good girl for me. I’m going to make you come so fucking hard when we get home,”  

His hips started thrusting to meet your movements, the slides becoming sloppy as he got close to his peak. “With my fingers, my  mouth, my cock. I’m going to have you coming so much you’re going to have to beg me to stop.” 

The naughtiness of his words had you moaning around him, the vibrations causing him to let out a cry of your name. You’re sure your panties are ruined at this point, the tops of your thighs sticky with arousal, and as much as you want to touch yourself, you wanted to fall apart under Taehyung even more. 

Pulling off to let air return to your lungs, you glide over him with your fist, urging him to let go. “Come for me, Tae. Let me taste you,” you rasp, before sinking your mouth down him once more. 

“God, you’re so fucking perfect. You gonna swallow me, love?” he breathes, both hands coming to wrap deep in your hair as he continues his pumping, lust filled gaze boring into your own. You nod as you blink up at him, your lips swollen with abuse.

“Fuck, that’s it.. So good, love, I-I’m coming-” 

You still as he tugs at your locks, holding you in place as he thrusts his length deep in your mouth, the warmth of his release coating your raw throat. Swallowing, you allow him several stutters of his hips before he pulls away, hands smoothing to cup your face. 

“Holy hell, Y/N, that was…. Are you okay?” Worry etches his brow as he reaches out for you, taking in your messy appearance - saliva mixed with come dripping from the corners of your lips, black mascara trails smudging the edges of your cheeks. You’re gasping for air, but you couldn’t help the satisfied smile as you took his hands, allowing him to raise you to your feet. 

“Seeing you fall apart was one of the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed, Tae. I’m more than okay, trust me.” 

He blushes at your words, and the irony that the complement made him more shy than when he was ramming his dick down your throat not lost on you.  

He tucks himself back into his pants before adjusting your clothes as well,  delicate thumbs rising to wipe away the remnants of your shared tryst off your face before giving you a chaste kiss. 

“So, does that mean… you’ll go out with me?” he questions hopefully, giddy anticipation in his eyes. You weren’t sure if you would ever get used to the rapid switch of power Taehyung wields between sweet and sin, not that you were complaining. 

“Yes, Tae. I’ll go out with you,” you grin, the brightness of his smile infectious. “Plus, I seem to recall someone promising to make me come so much that I’ll be begging them to stop…” you trail off, mischief evident in your teasing glance.

Throwing back his head with a honeyed laugh, he pushes open the door, arm gesturing out to the empty hall before him. “Ah, yes - I believe you are correct. After you, milady,”

Groaning, you slap his chest as you walk past. “Say that again and I’ll go home with Seokjin.”

[benthecir]

JET Blog Part 1, I guess

In case you’re just stumbling upon this and you’re not one of the people I’ve told about this, from here on out, I’m gonna be using this blog to chronicle my experiences as a CIR on the JET Program. Today is 12/8/20, and I haven’t left the US yet. My departure date is currently unconfirmed; it could be as early as January 9th or as late as March, from what I’ve heard. The travel agency is booking the first flights this week; here’s hoping for some good news. I’ve also not heard any details about my placement beyond the name of the prefecture and town. Someone from the town’s BoE emailed me in mid-November, asking me to sit tight while they compile information for me, but that’s it. Tomorrow is the day they’re supposed to contact me by. If I don’t wake up to an email from them tomorrow, I’m to tell my coordinator, and then she’ll bug CLAIR to get the town to pick up the pace. There’s an ALT from South Africa who’s also going to that town, and they (don’t know their gender; I’m no good with African names) got the big email yesterday, so I’m not too worried. Apparently they’ll be living five minutes away from the school, so that tells me I’m probably gonna be living in town too (as opposed to one or two train stations away). I have, however, found the town’s official website. Its front page looks very pretty and modern, but the entire rest of the site looks like it was designed ten, fifteen years ago. Which isn’t really a bad thing. Personally, I think it looks nice. (And the density of information on those pages is certainly higher than the homepage.) So I’ve explored the town on Google Maps (it even has Street View), and it looks like a nice place. It’s small, though. Like, my high school had a bigger population than this entire town. I’ve never lived somewhere as rural as this before, but I think I’m gonna enjoy it there. The town even puts out a bi-monthly (every other month, not twice a month) newsletter, and it looks like the JETs write articles for it. My predecessor, a CIR from Canada, left in September for a job in Kyoto, and it looks like there’s a Hawaiian ALT that’s still there (unless she left too, and the newsletter didn’t say anything about it). If she’s still there, maybe she can show me and the other ALT the ropes. I think that’s about all I’ve got for today. I’ll post again once I have more details about my placement - what my living situation is, what my duties will be, that kind of stuff. As for how often I update this... I guess I’ll just do it when I feel like it. Once I actually get over there, I might even do video entries. Or maybe that’ll be too big of a pain. Who knows.

[lala-pipo]

1. hey hahaha i saw your latest post, how after you posted a fanfic it's all cricket noises! welllll here i am one of those crickets, I guess! I wonder if tumblr shows how many visits your blog had in a day, because I visit your blog daily to check if you updated Dorm Life... hahahah quite literally, every morning after I wake up, it's one of the first things that I check, because I know it could set my mood for the day >.< not to put pressure on you ofc, just to show I'm looking forward for it!

2. hahaha maybe i should come up with an anon name or something at the end of my messages, cos this one turned out to be long... but anyways! So far, I am loving the first chapter! I read it twice already hahaha the first time I was just so excited at having new jogtae content to read, so the second time I was absorbing every little details huhuhu I love your writing style, you are one of my favorite writers! I'm not just saying it, it's the truth! Your writings makes me feel things and 3. I love how you portray the characters, direct the plot, it's just beautiful! I am looking forward for the next chapters! I don't know if you were planning to update it weekly or bi-weekly or even monthly, so that's why I visit your blog everyday to check if you've updated it! Hahaha I also checked you on AO3 to see maybe if you forgot to update it here and only updated it there... oh gosh I sound like such an intense fan... hahaha thank you so so so so much for writing these stories...  4. Last part of my fan message, I promise omg... so I'm just so so looking forward to where the story will lead us, because damn it's only been chapter 1 and SO So sO maNY things already happened, and I was like... we have 14 chapteRS to GO? Like, where will you bring us? angst? jealousy? fluff? some more intense makeout session? some feelings? I am looking forward for where the story takes me, and honestly, I can't thank you enough for writing these stories... hehehe 5. Ohh! and and one last thing, this one is out of curiosity though! Are you Japanese? or maybe you know Japanese? hehehe I was reading the origin of your blog name! Anyways, I hope you stay safe during this pandemic, ... and even if there are only cricket noises, at least this one cricket spoke to you! and would like to say that I appreciate all the effort you made to make such beaUTIFul stories! Thank you! - cricket anon ;D

  _______________________________________________ Dear cricket nony, ^^ I hope you don’t mind if I answer your long message in one post (while answering this I realized you sent two more *le gasp*). Thanks so much for sending me an ask (or several for that matter). It made my day.  (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

My post wasn’t directed at anything/anyone specific but just a general observation I’ve made over the past few months (years -). I remember so many people sending me messages and asks in the past about when I finally continue/finish (w)help and when I did, barely anyone read it, and that seems to be a reoccurring theme and I’m not quite sure what I should take from that, you know. ^^” But I shouldn’t whine, there are more important matters in this world. I’m glad you enjoyed the first chapter of this very self-indulgent fic. I’m sorry that you went through the hassle of checking for updates every day. I should have given a specific time frame in the first chapter and not use the vague word ‘regular’. That’s on me, I’m sorry. T_T I intend on posting a new chapter either every two weeks or three weeks, and don’t worry, I will post a link on this blog when I update. 6v6 As I’ve said in the notes of the first chapter I’ve started working on this in 2016 while I was bored and lonely in my small dorm room on the other side of the world *sways back and forth* and tbh I just wanted to write some JongTae smut ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (not even gonna lie here and pretend that I had some deep, philosophical life questions in mind when I started writing this). That Dorm Life turned into an actual story only happened this year when I tried to thread everything together and not make it into a 170k smut fest. Therefore the first 6 chapters are rather quick paced and there is a lot going on while the other 9 chapters (15 is the epilogue and doesn’t really have plot) are slower paced. So I hope you will also enjoy the other chapters of this little story. ^^ “Like, where will you bring us? angst? jealousy? fluff? some more intense makeout session? some feelings?” Dear cricket nony, I will bring you to all of these things to varying degrees. ^^ I know people don’t like it when pairings are mentioned in the main pairing tag when they aren’t the end goal or just side!pairings (*raises hand* I’m one of those people 😂) that’s why I only mentioned 2min and JongKey in the additional tags, but they will play a crucial role throughout the fic. ^^ So, anyway - I really hope that you will enjoy the rest of the fic as well. I’m still tweaking some of the chapters because there are some things I’m not happy with yet, but yeah - please look forward to the rest OTL.  As for your last question - I’m not Japanese. But the dormitory that inspired this story was in fact located in Japan. I studied there for a year during my Master’s  in Japanese studies. I chose the pen name ‘lala pipo’ because I read the book with the same title in 2010 and liked the narration of it (fun fact: I’m currently re-reading it again because I couldn’t remember why I liked it so much ^^). I posted my first two? SHINee stories still under my original livejournal username, but I didn’t want to spam my private account with fanfics - so I created a new one just for fics and just liked how lala pipo sounded. It’s also easy to remember I think. ^^ Once again, thanks so much for your very sweet messages, cricket nony. You are always welcome to cricket some more. ♡ ～('▽^人) I hope you will also stay safe during this time. I wish you the loveliest of days! Thank you!  (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡

[ichigopanhpff]

BNHA Fic: Blink! Ch. 20

We’ve reach chapter 20! Does anyone really read this thing though? lol

SPOILER ALERT: This is leading up to the Redemption Arc, so there’s a bit of spoiler to the main story here. This one is a much shorter chapter compared to the last one.

Read. Ch. 19 | Masterlist

With November coming to a close, winter was in full swing. There was always something about the cold in Japan that made Ren want to bury her body under a kotatsu and hibernate. She lethargically emerged from the her warm cocoon of her bed to get ready for class. The chill of the air made her shudder aloud and rubbed her arms furiously to stay warm. Putting on her designated “home hoodie,” she grabbed her belongings to wash up downstairs. Even after fully clothed, 1-A’s resident advisor found herself moving much slower than she liked. And her monthly visitor’s cramps did little to help. She saw Asui coming down with half-lidded eyes and yawned aloud.

“I’m sorry, ribbit,” the amphibian girl apologized and rubbed one of her eyes. “Winter is always hard for me.”

“You’re preaching to the choir, Tsuyu-chan,” Ren agreed and proceeded to boil water for some tea. “Would you like some? Maybe it’ll help wake you up.”

Asui slowly nodded and let out another yawn.

Leaning her head on the refrigerator door, the pink-haired girl found herself drifting asleep, only to be rudely woken up by Bakugou.

“If you’re gonna sleep, don’t do it somewhere where people need to grab stuff,” he exasperatingly refuted and pinched her cheek hard to get her to move.

The stinging from the pinch woke her up halfway as the electric kettle turned off automatically. Heaving a heavy sigh, she wobbled over to the other counter and made English Breakfast tea for herself and Asui. Adding a splash of milk and half a spoon of sugar, she stifled a yawn before sipping the hot beverage. She then handed the second cup to the napping frog girl, to which she thanked her for. Heaving a long sigh, she grabbed two pieces of toast and munched on it like a turtle.

Class went by in a blur and Ren managed to halfway wake up just as the day ended. The classroom door to 2-A suddenly slid open and revealed a very excited Ito with something in his hand.

“Everyone! The photos from the festival have been printed!” her classmate announced.

“About time!” one student chimed.

The class crowded over Ito as he opened the album and flipped through until they found the group shot of their class.

“Whoa! We look out of this world!” Tomoe exclaimed.

“I do have to say, the costume team did a wonderful job,” Seri commended. “My dress was so comfortable to move around.”

“And thanks for adding that last minute train to mine,” Ren sighed out. “It was much appreciated.”

“You’re still sensitive ‘bout that?” Tomoe asked with a tone of surprise. “Dude, let it go. Flaunt it.”

“I absolutely refuse to,” the pink-haired girl deadpanned and blushed. “I don’t want it to be bodysuit-gate all over again.”

“Speaking of your costume, Takahiro,” Ito interjected with a sly smile. “Your photo was one of the top three most requested for reprints next to Hadou-senpai’s.”

She blinked stupidly.

“I’m sorry, what now?”

“This one.” He flipped to the page where her photo had the full page spread of a mid-action shot from when she jumped off of the swing. She let out a panicked scream.

“It seems the audience was quite entranced by your wisp character,” Hayasaka remarked, staring at the photo. “Maybe it was a blessing in disguise I injured my ankle and helped backstage instead.”

“Your quirk would’ve made the wisp freakin’ legendary!” she reasoned. “I did what I could while running on 3 hours of sleep and barely remembered half the shit I did!”

“So?”  Akiyama huffed. “ I was on energy drinks and was awake for nearly 36 hours making all the costume adjustments.”

“Well no matter,” Miyake disregarded. “What’s important is the festival was a huge success and we were able to pull off the performance thanks to your help, Takahiro.”

Heading back to 1-A, she found Aizawa with the Big Three and Eri-chan sitting on the couch. She overheard Aizawa saying U.A. was now in charge of her well-being. Before Ren was able to go over to say hi, Togata and Aizawa waved her, Uraraka, Midoriya, Asui and Kirishima out the door to talk.

“It seems like Eri-chan’s parents abandoned her,” their homeroom teacher revealed. “And her closest blood relative is the boss of the Hassaikai, who is currently in a coma. So she has no where to go.”

“You may have heard this from sensei, but her horn is the source of her quirk,” Togata chimed in and tapped the left part of his forehead.

“We heard it shrunk and everything was good though...” Kirishima replied.

“The horn seems to have grown a bit recently,” the third year blond revealed.

“So… we need to make sure “that” doesn’t happen again?” Ochaco asked, thinking back to what happened to Midoriya after Overhaul was taken down with Eri’s quirk.

“That’s why her transfer was U.A. rather than a foster home,” Aizawa summarized. “I’ll be watching over her in the teacher’s lounge to monitor her situation. Hopefully, we can find a way to work out her power.”

“Aizawa-sensei, it seems like you’re taking on a lot of work,” Asui said with a tone of worry.

“This is where, I, friend of Eri-chan and student-on-hiatus, come in!” Togata shouted happily with both hands on hips hero pose.

“We’ll be busy but you can visit her every once in a while,” Aizawa finalized to which those present agreed to.

“If Eri-chan’s mind and body are stable then maybe...” Amajiki clasped a hand on Togata’s shoulder. “The return of the fearless hero could be soon.”

“That’d be nice,” Togata replied with a dry laugh.

“Third years, this is sudden, but can I leave Eri with you for a bit? I have something do.”

“Of course!” Togata enthusiastically agreed.

The first years were asked to return to their dorms to receive some guests. Ren followed them back in and saw the Wild Wild Pussycats talking with the class. She remembered from the report Aizawa gave her they were there at the training camp when the villains attacked. The resident advisor politely greeted and introduced herself to the idol heroes, noticing a small boy bashfully standing with Midoriya.

Talks of their return to the spotlight and the JP Hero Billboard Chart came about; the list of heroes aggregated twice a year based on their level of contribution to society, approval ratings, popularity, etc.

The following night, everyone tuned into the official announcement of the top 10 heroes. As expected, Endeavor was in the number one spot, with Hawks moving up to second. The R.A. glanced over at the bi-hair coloured boy, unflinching and expressionless watching the ceremony. His back almost felt distant from everyone. She wanted to ask how he was feeling about all this, but didn’t want to pry into something that’s not her business.

The next day, everyone was doing their own thing in the dorms. The TV could be heard in the background as several 1-A students hung out in the common area; Ren was huddled on the corner of a couch knitting. Some of the guys were talking and joking around with a few of the girls.

Kirishima, however, was entranced and emotionally invested with how fast their R.A. was going through the yarn, trying to figure out how she was creating something tangible from a thread like magic. Stopping momentarily, she counted her stitches and clicked her tongue. Muttering under her breath, she immediately removed the needle and unraveled a row. The spiky redhead exclaimed loudly as she did it, catching her attention.

“Did something happen?” she looked up and blinked in surprise.

“Gah, you worked so hard at it and you’re taking it apart?!” Kirishima groaned out. “Just leave it!”

“It’ll be uneven if I did. Besides,” she looked down to smooth out the yarn thread before starting again. “One row is nothing. I can remake it in my sleep.”

“What are you making anyway?”

“Something for Eri-chan,” she answered mid-stitch and picked up the rhythm after figuring out where she went wrong. “Christmas is coming up and I figured I’d give this to her as a present.”

“Oh that’s right!” Ashido chimed in. “We should all do something as a class!”

“We can’t exactly go off campus to have a party,” Kaminari lamented and leaned back on the couch across. “Kacchan and Todoroki still have their provisional lessons too.”

“How about we throw a party here after those two take their licensing exam?” Ren suggested and looked up. “As for presents...”

“We can do a Secret Santa!” the pink-skinned girl excitedly proposed.

“Oh, that’s a great idea!” Hagakure agreed and clapped her hands together.

“Looks like we got a plan!” Uraraka eagerly said. “I’m getting excited!”

“Mina-chan, I’ll let you take care of the Secret Santa details then, budget and everything,” Ren directed.

“Roger!” The alien queen saluted with a wink and toothy grin before heading up to her room.

The TV suddenly turned to a breaking news screen, showing part of a city in ruins somewhere in Kyushu with the headline “Endeavor, Number One Hero, Fighting Engineered Nomu.” The camera then pans into a bloodied Endeavor laying on top of rubble. The once vibrant common room fell silent with shocked eyes on the screen. Midoriya grabbed the remote and turned up the volume to hear the newscast. Ren dropped her knitting needles and clasped her hands to her mouth.

Feeling a new presence, those sitting on the couch turned to see a shocked Todoroki staring at the TV. It was like time suddenly slowed down and all the noise faded away from the loud beating of his pulse in his ear. Ren could only look on at the boy with extreme worry.

“Todoroki!” Kirishima called, with Midoriya following right after.

“The scene here, is sadly reminiscent of the nightmare from three months ago...” the caster presented.

The camera zoomed in at the Nomu beginning to walk away, with Endeavor immediately getting back up and rushed the monster with his flames. The scene then cuts to civilians panicking and screaming as they’re trying to escape from the disaster.

“This is society without a symbol of peace!” the live voice over strongly stated.

The main entrance of the dorm bursted open, revealing Aizawa running to them.

“Todoroki...” he panted. “You already saw what’s going on?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me...” the red and white colored haired boy uttered out nervously.

“Stop saying that crap already!” A voice from the TV abruptly shouted, revealing an angry young boy on camera. “Open your eyes before you say that crap! Especially at a time like this! You still see those flames up, right?! Endeavor’s still alive and fighting! So don’t give up just cus the other guy’s gone!”

Panicked pedestrians were still pushing the boy, but he wasn’t giving up.

“He’s still out there risking it for all of us! Can’t you see?!”

The camera changed back to the aerial view they have of the fight. As the broadcast continued on, everyone watched on with bated breath, hoping for a good outcome for Todoroki’s sake. Endeavor’s flames discharged with intensity out of his body and at the Nomu. Hawks then came from behind to assist him with his feathers. By now, the newscaster had changed her tone.

“Dad...” Todoroki’s voice quivered out with strength. “I’m watching!”

All they could see on the screen was a blinding exploding supernova in the sky on the screen and in that instant, two falling figures dropped from the sky at an alarming rate. After the smoke cleared, the victor was clear.

There he was, Endeavor bloodied and beaten up holding a victorious pose with his right fist up in the air and a super crispy Nomu on the ground.

“It’s Endeavor! He’s standing tall in victory, no! Standing tall for his beginning!” the newscaster shouted in elation. The once panicking crowd then erupted into screams and cheers. The other students jumped off of their seats and ran to over to him. Any energy Todoroki had was completely zapped when he squatted down and breathed a sigh of relief and placed his hands together over his forehead. But that peace didn’t last long as the surrounding area was engulfed with blue flames.

“It’s him!” Aizawa stated. “What’s he thinking being out in the open like that?!”

“The League of Villains is here! It’s league member Dabi!” the newscaster announced. “He’s surrounded Endeavor and Hawks with a wall of flames!”

The three got into a confrontation and a fight started breaking out, but was soon broken up by Mirko’s powerful kick.

“You’re one of those League of Villains bastards ain’tcha?!” she proclaimed. “I’ll kick your ass till kingdom come!”

As fast as Dabi came, he disappeared with a black essence coming out of his mouth. And moment of silence filled the void, with only the TV caster announcing the fight was won. Heaving another soul-leaving sigh, Todoroki gathered the strength in his legs and slowly stood back up. Aizawa took him to the side to talk one-on-one. All Ren could do was look on like an outsider.

After a quick discussion, 1-A’s homeroom teacher gave special permission for him to go home for a few days. With the rest of the students retreating back to their respective rooms, Ren decided to stop by Tororoki’s to check on him. She stood in front of his room door and swallowed hard, her right hand freezing mid-air.

What kind of face would he show her?

Would he even want to talk?

Was she here as his friend, the R.A. or something else?

Gathering what courage she had, the door opened just as she was about to knock. She met his hetero-chromatic eyes expressing surprise. All she could do was stand there in stupor, unable to move.

“Ren-senpai...” he softly greeted. “Did you need something?”

“Huh? I, er, uh…” she stammered out at a higher pitch than she liked, feeling her cheeks get warm and looked down at her now fumbling hands. “I-I just wanted to see how you were d-doing and–”

She cleared her throat and calmed herself from her botched words.

“I came by to see how you were doing, that’s all,” she managed to get out and looked away.

Todoroki merely blinked at her slowly. It took him all of his willpower to not pull her into his room and embrace her. He wanted to feel her warmth to comfort him, but he had to hold back. Anyone could come out of their rooms at any moment and would misunderstand their relationship.

But… what was their relationship exactly?

He wanted to say more, but all he could default to was, “I’m fine. Aizawa-sensei’s letting me go home tomorrow to see my siblings and my dad.”

“Oh, right. I’ll… leave you to it then,” she said with a look of distance in her eyes.

Watching her small form walk away from his door, Todoroki felt that sensation bubbling up again. The tinge of pain in his chest she’ll disappear if he dared look away for one second. His hand instinctively grabbed a hold of her wrist, jolting her muscles and turned her head. He looked at her with loneliness reflecting off of his glassy gaze.

“Todo-kun?” she questioned.

Realizing what he’d done, he immediately released his hold.

“I-I’m sorry...” he whispered and grabbed his hair by the roots, looking away with shame. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

Ren slowly walked back and stood in front of him with a softened gaze.

“Just remember it’s okay to not be okay,” she gently spoke with an encouraging smile, making sure to keep a moderate distance from physical contact in case anyone saw. “You have people on your side to help.”

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[ DACRE MONTGOMERY, MALE, HE/HIM ] — If you’re strolling Derry today, you might see [ CHANCE MORGAN ] along the way! The [ TWENTY SEVEN ] year old can usually be found at [ MAIN STREET COFFEE SHOP ], when they aren’t busy with [ MAKING SWEET MUSIC or VOLUNTEERING AT CHURCH ]. I hear they seem to be [ TRUSTWORTHY and OBSERVANT ], but they are also rumored to be [ DISTANT and UNFOCUSED ]. 

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the life

he grew up in an unhappy home with his mother, father, and sibling.

his father was a rigid man, and his mother seemed oftentimes to be the complete opposite, and chance only ever wanted to please the both of them but didn’t really know how.

his family was fairly religious, and chance was raised in the church.  he is still very involved with his church, it’s very important to him.

he loved being outside with nature, and decided when he was very young that he didn’t want to eat meat.  everyone thought it was just a child thing, and he’d get over it, but he never seemed to.  his more airy, whimsical side was definitely something his mother supported more than his father.

after getting into a couple of fights at school, his parents tried getting him involved in other extracurricular activities to try and provide him with an outlet.  he enjoyed soccer, and music classes.  he quickly learned to play guitar and piano, practically a prodigy at such a young age.

his father approved of the boy being athletic, and chance prided himself on being successful in his father’s eyes.  he was easily his team’s star player at only seven years old, and everyone that knew him and his family talked about what a bright future he had, whether he decided to follow soccer or music.

around this time, his parents divorced.  chance tried not to let it affect him, but he felt a little bit that it was his fault.  if only he’d found something he was good at, something the family could come together for, a little earlier.

he kept in close contact with his father for a long time, the man even going to the majority of chance’s soccer games.

at twelve, he started getting a little clumsy.  his soccer coach yelled at him a little more, his parents asked him if he was alright near constantly, but he just shrugged and pouted and yelled at himself internally.  he couldn’t figure out how to tell people that it just seemed like he’d be running one way and then suddenly the world became a little funny and he’d be curving his body trying to stay upright, and then he’d trip and fall and be ridiculed.  this went on for a few months, and then suddenly he was perfectly fine again.

a few months later, the attacks (as he eventually learned to call them) came back.  he ignored it at first, but they were worse than before.  people lectured him about taking his sport seriously, he beat himself up every chance he got, and things weren’t going so well for him.  

one day in the middle of a game, the twelve year old ran full speed down the field after the ball, his entire body leaning crookedly to one side, one hand held tightly to his ear.  people watched the odd spectacle, unsure what could possibly possess a child to run that way.  chance rubbed his ear, and then suddenly stopped running.  while the game went on, every single parent watched as chance rubbed at his ear once, twice, and then puked and collapsed.

at the hospital, chance kept his hands over his eyes and ignored anything anyone asked him.  eventually a nurse thought to gently take his hands away from his eyes, and when he’d focused on her she asked him what year it was.  when his eyes widened in horror and he rubbed at his ear again, she sighed and shook her head.  two hours after that, he was left with a ringing in his ear and a dull nauseous feeling in his stomach.  he stayed in the hospital for two days, suffering several more attacks while he was there, and having to sit up and be poked and prodded through the horrible feelings.

meniere’s disease was uncommon in children, but chance was just lucky that way.  he spent about a year learning to live with something incurable.

he didn’t give up soccer at first.  he played until it became too embarrassing…one day, shortly after his thirteenth birthday, he managed to not only sprain his ankle trying to chase the ball down, but also puke on the only guy that came to help him when he fell.

not long after that, chance’s dad seemed to stop showing interest.  it probably wasn’t intentional, but to a sick little boy it certainly felt like it was, and he held a lot of resentment for his father for a long, long time.  

chance fell into his music a lot harder after quitting soccer.  he started writing some songs, started singing in the school choir when he could, auditioning for musicals, etc.

the medicine his doctor prescribed changed here or there, tweaked when he came back with specific complaints, and eventually it got to a point where it seemed almost controlled.  he could prevent an attack, if he felt like one could happen.  and he could minimize the effects of an attack.  his mother’s purse became a pharmacy.

at first he had monthly visits to the doctor, then it became bi-monthly, and then he only had to go when he had questions or concerns.  when he was fifteen, his mother took him in because she thought he was lying to her when he said he hadn’t heard her call him.  unfortunately, he wasn’t lying, his hearing was deteriorating.  worse, his disease was no affecting both ears.  his right ear had significantly more loss than his left, so they fitted him with a hearing aid to wear at all times.  he learned how to turn it on and off easily, though, and his mother learned that when he reached up and turned it off, he was in a bad mood and best left alone.

the toughest part about everything was that chance had no idea what he was good at anymore.  he was smart, sure, but he was lazy when it came to schoolwork.  he could easily have been valedictorian, but he didn’t care enough to try.  he was still good at music, playing occasional gigs at local coffee shops and such, but he was terrified that one day his hearing would go, and so would his talent.

chance graduated from high school with barely passing grades, happy enough to just have a diploma.  he didn’t actually go to his graduation, opting to get high with a few friends in an abandoned building instead.  he chose not to go to college, deciding it wasn’t necessary for the carefree life he was hoping to live.  

he still resides in derry, maine in a small apartment, working as a barista at a coffee shop and playing music there in the afternoons/evenings.

he is very involved with the church still, considering his faith a large influencer in his life.

the boy

chance has always been a genuinely good person.  he would give everything he owned to someone in need, and it somehow shocks him every time someone else doesn’t do that same.

it’s rare that he isn’t talking.  and when he’s talking, he’s talking loudly.  everything about him is loud.  he’ll blame it on his hearing, but he was loud long before he knew he was sick.

he is fluent in asl and will use it with others that are fluent, and he is quick to warn people that aren’t that they will need to repeat things for him sometimes, or make sure they’re facing him so he can better understand them.

family and friends mean everything to him.  he’d rather have loyalty than any other trait in the people around him.  he just wants to know that people who say they care will be there for him rain or shine, and he takes it very personally when they disappoint him in any way.

he has always been an open book, quick to tell whoever so much as smiles at him his life story.  recently that has changed a little, there is a large part of his life that he keeps to himself, but it’s easy to see how much it destroys him to hold something so big inside.

he is all about the all-natural and the organic, and he’s been a vegan for as long as he can remember.  he’s a hippie through-and-through, and he’s very supportive of people being the best version of themselves.

he likes to be outside, no matter what the weather.  he just feels that there is something so peaceful about nature.

chance keeps his thoughts to himself a lot of the time, but he will share openly with people that are able to get close to him.

he believes in feeling your feelings, and he thinks this is why he’s able to almost always be so smiley.  when he’s mad, he feels it and moves on.  when he’s sad, he feels it and moves on.  so generally, he just feels happy.  or that’s how it used to be.

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OUaT: Tell Me About It

((Happy RCIJ!  This is for @of-princes-and-savages, for the prompt “Sub!Gold has strict rules”.  So, NSFW, and there are references to past partner abuse.  Enjoy!))

Staring into the darkness behind a well-fitted mask covering his eyes, Gold stifles something he would never admit is a giggle as the edge of a fingernail drifts from his bare stomach up his sternum and along his throat.  The trail is retraced by a warm hand, and this he lets himself arch into, sighing out his mounting arousal.  His fingers flex against the headboard, but his palms stay pressed exactly where they were placed.  No silk ties or leather straps or fur-lined cuffs required, just his own will to let Belle do as she will.

Her hand travels further to cup his jaw.  What could be next, he wonders.  A kiss? A slap?  A just tight enough grip on his windpipe?  Each has its charms.  He must wait and see what she chooses.

 A soft sigh floats down from above.  “I wish everyone could see you like this.”

 The darkness behind the mask is instantly populated with staring eyes.  Gold’s body turns to ice as their judgment burns into him.  Pathetic.  Disgusting. Perverted.  Unfit father.

 He tries to breathe while panic sends blood roaring in his ears.  It won’t be like that.  Belle wouldn’t dare.  The contract is clear, he made sure of it.  Even if it’s not in fact a legal document, she knows he won’t hesitate if she breaks her word.

 But, why would she say that?  It doesn’t make sense.  Exposing him would mean exposing herself, and she couldn’t possibly want that.  Then she wouldn’t be the town’s noble beauty sacrificing her virtue to a beast for the sake of a well-funded public library. She’d be dragged down right along with him.  Just another sick freak.  Probably lose her job.  She won’t risk it.  No, she won’t.  He can relax.

 “E.L. James.”

 Gold sits up and pulls off the mask to fix a puzzled frown on Belle, who is already reaching for the demure blouse thrown on the end of his bed.  “What?”

 “You heard me,” she replies while gathering the rest of her clothes and dressing in short, small movements, “So you know you don’t get to ask questions.”

 She’s right of course. The paragraph on safe words is particularly exact.  He just never thought it would be invoked by her.  It shouldn’t have to be.  He’s supposed to be good for her.  Nothing he does should make everything come to a screeching halt.  He contemplates getting on his knees and begging to know how he failed, but that would only make his transgression worse.  She doesn’t have to tell him a damn thing, just as he wouldn’t have to tell her.  So he’s left in silence with his stomach in a curdled knot, watching her scurry to the door, toss him the tiniest glimmer of a fake smile, and vanish from his house.

 ---

 Belle’s never seen anything like it.  One second, Aaron was pliant and warm, humming with anticipation under her tender touch.  The next, he was gone, and Mr. Gold was back, stretched out blindfolded and nearly naked on the bed but somehow just as cold and calculating and imperious as he is behind the counter of his pawnshop.  And Belle in turn felt like one of the desperate souls who came to him, small and alone, uncertain and weak.  Stripped of all dominance like a gossamer veil torn from her face.  So she bolted.  She wondered what gave her the nerve to engage in this arrangement with Mr. Gold. Now she knows, she never really had the nerve at all.

 It was just a strange fluke that probably never should’ve happened anyway.  She still remembers, likely won’t ever forget, that day in the library.  The place was shamefully understocked, but as the only employee Belle was never done re-shelving.  On that day near closing time she wasn’t halfway through when the ancient book cart’s wheel had stuck.  With a growl she’d sat down on her knees to curse and yank at the thing, meanwhile being vaguely aware of an approaching visitor.

 “Could you-?  Hey, just- take those three books on the end and put them away.  They’re right down that row.”  She flicked her head in the direction she’d been going.  The visitor let out a soft grunt, and did as told.  Belle felt a small rush at that, but put it down as relief to have just a bit of her work done by someone else.

 The visitor came back again and again while she worked to unbend the warped bit of metal blocking the wheel.  He stayed on the opposite side of the cart from her, revealing only his fingertips as he reached for more books.  When the last book on the top row was gone and the wheel squeaked a full rotation, Belle stood up and came face to face with the great and terrible Mr. Gold.

 But then, no, she didn’t. He was another man entirely, beneath the Armani armor.  Bright-eyed and alert, and fully focused on Belle in a way that made her pulse thrum hot.

 It didn’t last.  He coughed and his eyes dropped and all that remained of the man she’d glimpsed was a slight darkening of his cheeks. Before she could apologize for ordering him about like an unpaid intern, he muttered, “I just came to say... Regina thought you should know...”

 Some wild whim spurred Belle to straighten her spine, lift her chin, catch Gold’s flickering gaze and command, “Tell me.”

 “Town council meetings,” popped from his mouth, “Ah, every person employed by the local government is required to attend.  Bi-monthly.”

 “Is that twice a month or every other month?”

 “Every other.  First Friday, five o’clock, town hall.”

 “Right.”

 “Yes.”

 “I’ll be there.”

 “Good.  That is, I mean, um-”

 “I’ll finish shelving. Thank you, Mr. Gold.  For the information and for, well...  It’s hard to find good help, eh?”

 One last soft grunt, and he spun on his heel and left.  And Belle calmed her fluttering heart with an armful of books that had places to be. But the encounter never strayed far from her thoughts.  It was just so incredibly unexpected to find someone here, in itty bitty Storybrooke, that she... could get on with.  And to have that person be Mr. Gold...  The townsfolk spoke of him like a curse.  Obviously no one thought the world of their landlord, but Belle was quietly of the opinion that being the big fish in a little pond had given Gold a reputation to match, whether he’d earned it or not.  In any case, the big fish he was, and Belle couldn’t imagine their moment meant anything to him but time wasted doing her chores.

 But then he came back, and asked her to dinner, at his home.  She would’ve agreed out of pure curiosity alone, just for a chance to see inside the infamous pink Victorian.  As the date of the dinner approached, she wondered if she’d find candlelight, soft music, good wine.  What she got was a very long contract.  This was a strong indication that what she and Gold might have wouldn’t be much like chaining up her college roommate Ruby and playing with vibrators and paddles had been.

 She’s invited to read the contract as many times as she wants, but not a word is negotiable.  A warning bell chimed in her mind then, but it faded as her gaze rose from the paper and focused on Gold.  There was no polished dealmaker before her then.  Just a man staring into a cup of tea clasped between his palms, waiting for her to shove his needs away and run.  Her hand crept across the table until she caught hold of his fingers.

 “Tell me your first name,” she murmured.

 He swallowed and his eyes, soft and bright once again, rose to meet hers.  “Aaron.”

 “I’m delighted to meet you, Aaron.  I’m Belle.”

 The most delicate smile graced his face.  “Delighted.”

 They didn’t race to the bedroom that night.  Or the next. In fact Belle had time to wonder if Aaron changed his mind before she received her first signal:

 What would you like for dinner?  

 A bland text, not impossible to explain in an innocent way.  Belle could reply with anything, was in fact encouraged to be extravagant.  All she wanted was hamburgers and iced tea on a Saturday night.  If Aaron was scandalized, he didn’t show it when she arrived at the Victorian.  She was promptly guided to the dining room table and placed at the head of it like a visiting queen.  However, as he turned away she said, “I’ll join you in the kitchen.”

 She watched him mentally scan the contract and come to the conclusion that he hadn’t specified where she would eat.  And so she followed him to a stool at the kitchen island.  From there she had a perfect view as Aaron cooked, and she reckoned he enjoyed her instructions on seasoning the Kobe beef and her compliments on the brioche buns.  She directed him to sit beside her as they ate their meal.  They fell into conversation Belle internally marveled at even as it flowed like water.  Aaron grew further from Mr. Gold in her mind with each passing minute.

 When their plates were empty, he inquired in a soft, low voice, “Will you go upstairs?”

 Belle bit her lip as heat surged between her legs.  “Clean up,” she said, “I’ll be waiting.”  She swiveled on the stool and darted away before seeing his reaction.

 She might’ve thought that first night would be all talk- comparing their yes/no/maybe lists, establishing safe words, a discussion of toys perhaps.  But it seemed Aaron barely walked through the door before Belle had him splayed out in bed, begging for release.  She took her time, busy memorizing the beauty at her command.  She’d heard people say he had a face like a lizard, that he was too short, too scrawny, going grey, and who’d want to deal with that limp?  Fools, all of them, and as much as Belle enjoyed having Aaron to herself, she wanted the sneering gossips to know how wrong they were.

 That’s all she meant by her idle remark.  But it nonetheless touched the deep well of shame that lurks behind every word of their lengthy contract.  Belle realizes this a few days later, and uselessly wishes she could stuff the words back into her mouth, though she wonders why he cares so much when he doesn’t seem to mind the tarnish on the rest of his reputation.  No matter, the damage is done, and she can only wait and see if Mr. Gold will ever let her see Aaron again.

 ---

 Typing “W” and “h” on his phone brings up the word “What.”  The rest of the sentence comes readily in the suggestions below.  What would you like for dinner?  He could send it.  She might respond.  One last time.  He can cook for her, and she can tell him in detail how he destroyed their arrangement. Or maybe she’ll just pop by for the second part, as he deserves.  However, it’s been over a week and so far he’s done nothing but exercise his innate talent for cowardice.

 In any case, the whole sordid mess must be set aside in favor of much more important concerns. The time has come for his son’s tri-annual visit, and so Gold’s world currently revolves around the needs and wants of a ten-year-old boy.

 After eating the biggest sundae the ice cream shop can make, spending a weekend in Gold’s cabin in the woods, and running around the local playground far faster than his father can keep up, Bae suggests an activity Gold almost wants to say no to.  “It’s at the library.  We get to read a story, and then act it out.  And there are costumes, and we get snacks at the end.  Can we go?  Please?  I want to be a wizard!”

 Gold twists his mouth into a smile.  “Not a brave knight?”

 “Nah, he just swings a sword around.  That’s boring.  I want to do magic!  So can we go?”

 It’s a perfectly wholesome afternoon of fun for all ages.  It’s not Bae’s fault his father is entangled in the worst kind of indecency with the head librarian.  So they go. And Bae is adorable in his starry robe and pointy hat while Gold documents every moment on his phone, all the better to keep himself from gazing dolefully after Belle.

 However, snack time arrives, and Bae is too busy socializing with his new friends between bites of graham cracker and sips of juice to continue distracting his father.  Of course none of the other parents present would dare strike up a conversation with Gold, for fear they’ll wind up with raised rents for their trouble.  Belle might have, but beyond giving him and Bae the exact same greeting she gave everyone else, she has since remained in constant motion, her eyes firmly averted from wherever Gold happens to be.  She might as well spit on him.

 Eventually the torturous snack time ends, and Gold shepherds Bae out to the Cadillac.  He’s got the lad buckled and straightens to shut the door only to find Belle standing outside the library, watching him.  Panic thuds through his heart, as if she might start haranguing him for his failure as a sub right there in the street. Instead, she gives him a brittle smile and a tiny wave.  And his panic is replaced by pure bafflement.  He manages a nod though he knows his face is creased in a frown, then bolts to the driver’s side door.

 “Hey, Papa,” Bae asks a moment after they’ve pulled away.

 “Yes, son?”

 “Are you friends with Miss Belle?”

 Gold coughs on his surprise and splutters, “W-why do you think that?”

 “It just seemed like maybe you wanted to talk to her while we were eating.”

 Bloody hell, he was so obvious even a child plied with snacks and new buddies noticed.  He’s pathetic.  Through a surge of despair, he mutters, “Yes, well, I doubt she wants to talk to me.”

 “Why not?”

 Gold bites his tongue, but eventually must reply, “We were friends, yes.  But not anymore.  It’s complicated.”  He rolls his eyes at the cliché, but supposes it’s only become so because of its truth.

 “Are you sure you’re not?”

 He blinks and casts a glance at Bae, who sips on the straw of a stolen juice box while giving Gold his own contemplative stare.

 “You should make sure,” he says, “because one time I thought me and Emma weren’t friends anymore because she thought I stole her turn on the best swing at recess, but she just forgot she said she wanted to beat her record at basketball that day so I stayed on the swing longer.  But then I asked why she was mad and she told me and I told her what she said and then we were friends again.”

 Silence reigns for a long moment within the Cadillac.

 Bae drops his head back against the seat with a sigh, “What if we’d never been friends again, just because I didn’t ask?  That’d be crazy.”

 “Yes,” Gold says slowly, softly, “That would’ve been crazy.  I’m...  I’m proud of you for asking.”

 Bae smiles wide. “Thanks, Papa.”

 They ride on.  And Gold wonders where Bae learned to be such a brave and true friend.  Certainly not from his parents.  But maybe father can learn from son, because if Gold wants anything, he wants Bae to be proud of him.

 ---

 What was Belle thinking, with that idiotic little wave and smile?  The contract was very clear- no unnecessary social interaction.  But there was this dazzling glow about Aaron, when he was with his son.  Belle orbited around them throughout the fairy tale play activity, trying in vain to catch a hint of its warmth.  She trailed them out to their car, and when she managed to catch his eye- well, Mr. Gold looked at her like she was an insect clinging to his suit.

 And then, days later, what might have given her a thrill of joy instead makes her cheeks flare hot as her cold stomach flips- a text reading, Would you like to come over tonight?

 Clearly they need to discuss her infraction and the punishment thereof.  Belle has no idea why Mr. Gold phrased his summons as a question. Clutching her phone between clammy palms, she replies, Is 9pm all right?

 Of course.  Thank you.

 She swallows a groan of frustration.  This man is torturing her, which she might have thought was her job.  Little did she know.

 She goes to their appointment with as much dread as she went with anticipation to their first.  Her heart feels like a stone in her chest as she rings the doorbell.  It opens quickly, revealing Mr. Gold, except he looks an awful lot like Aaron in just a white button-down and slacks.  His smile is much like Aaron’s too.  It’s weird.

 “Good evening.  Come in,” he says softly, moving aside so Belle can enter.

 In the foyer she fidgets with the cuffs of her sleeves.  “So, should we go to your office, then?”

 He blinks a few times like he’s trying and failing to translate her question.  “Oh, uh, well, I hadn’t actually thought about that...  I think maybe the kitchen would be better.”

 Belle can’t imagine why, but she trudges after him when he walks away.  He takes her to her customary stool at the island and sits himself beside her, which seems cruel.  She has such good memories of this particular spot.

 “Right, well,” Mr. Gold mutters, first fingers and thumbs rubbing together in a nervous action Belle recognizes but can’t fathom.  “I suppose I should just start right off with an apology.”

 Belle’s dread is blasted away by confusion.  “What?”

 Mr. Gold doesn’t seem to notice, gaze roving everywhere but in her direction as he continues, “I’m not fond of apologizing when I don’t know what I did wrong, but whatever I did, I’m surely sorry for it and I hope to make it up somehow.  I’ll be better.  I will.  I’d just- I’d just like one more chance, if that’s possible.”

 “What are you talking about?”

 Her confusion finally infects him.  “What are you-?  I’m talking about the other night, when you left.  You used your safe word.  I thought it was- over.”

 Startled shame clutches her insides.  She knows her exit that night was graceless, but she didn’t realize how much damage it did to Mr.- to Aaron.  “It’s over if you want it to be,” she mumbles.

 “I don’t.”

 A glimmer of hope brings Belle’s eyes to his face.  “You don’t?”

 “No.”

“But I broke the contract.”

 “When?”

 “At the library.  I waved at you after the activity.  I know that’s not allowed.  But you were just so sweet with your son, and I didn’t even know you had a son, and I just wasn’t thinking and I’m sorry, I won’t do it again-”

 Belle’s gaze has fallen to her lap where she plucks at her skirt.  Her words stutter to a stop as Aaron reaches out and covers her hands with both of his.  She forces herself to look up and promptly falls into the darkness of his eyes. “Belle, why did you use your safe word?”

 Nothing but truth can survive here.  “Because you... left.”

 “What do you mean?”

 “I know I said that dumb thing about people seeing you,” the eyes flicker and she hurries to say, “I didn’t mean that, of course I would never-”

 “I know.”

 “Okay, you know, good. But when I said it, the way you reacted...  It was like having a door slammed in my face.  A door that I... I realize now was only ever just cracked open.  You’ve got this contract, right?  And I respect it, but...  I want more.  I don’t mean to throw an ultimatum at you.  I never want to push you.  But I... I just want to know you.  Can’t I at least have that?”

 Belle’s babbling, she hardly understands what she’s saying herself and is certain it’s pure gibberish to Aaron, but for some reason he doesn’t move away.  In fact his eyes look damp and his next breath shudders around a hard swallow.  Belle’s hand leaves his to cup his cheek, smooth over his hair.  “It’s- it’s not easy for me to...”

 “Okay,” she whispers, “That’s okay.  Just, let me...”

 She reaches for his cane and presses it into his right hand, taking the other in hers to guide him away from the kitchen and to the master bedroom.  Then, it could almost be one of their normal nights, except Belle has less to do without his full suit to remove, and Aaron isn’t usually shaking and wide-eyed and pale.

 “It’ll be okay,” she assures him, voice still as soft as a breeze, “Lie down.  Stretch out.  Hands on the headboard.”

 This familiar action seems to calm him a little and he soon takes his position, letting out a long slow breath Belle watches with a bitten lip.  She can’t help running a hand along his flank, leaving it to rest just above his hip.

 “Beautiful, as you always are,” she murmurs, and watches tension thrum through him, a frown glancing over his face.  He doesn’t believe her.  Sorrow squeezes her heart.  “Why can’t I tell you that?” she inquires.  It’s one of the more baffling stipulations of the contract.

 “I...  It’s not...” His mouth draws into a tight line and his eyes fall shut.

 “Do you want your mask?”

 He nods in short sharp jerks.  Belle fetches it from a drawer in the nightstand and slips it over his eyes, taking the golden opportunity to again run her hands over his hair.

 “That’s better, isn’t it?”

 “We’ll see,” he grits out.

 Belle sits back and runs both hands firmly up from his stomach to his shoulders.  “You are beautiful,  Aaron,” she reiterates, “What’s made you think you aren’t?”

 After several slow, even breaths, the tight line of his mouth softens.  “I didn’t do this sort of thing.  Not until I met my wife.  She... showed me.  And it was exciting.  I enjoyed it. Most of the time.”

 A chill darts through Belle’s stomach.  She leans close to run her hand along the side of his face and murmur, “Aaron, you should enjoy it all of the time.”

 He swallows and his breath shudders again.  Belle lays a line of kisses below his collarbones, the last and longest dropped over his pounding heart.

 “She liked to push me,” he whispers harshly, “She wanted to be more... extreme.  More public.  I didn’t. And when I denied her, she left, and found someone who wouldn’t.  I received divorce papers.  I tried to fight, I hoped she could be reasoned with, for our son’s sake. Instead, I was punished.  She submitted this testimony that... that I...”

 The tight line returns, and Belle keeps her hands moving over his body, trying to ease pain away with pleasure.  “Tell me about it.”

 “I’ll just...  I’ll put it this way- I’m lucky my visits with Bae aren’t supervised by Child Protection Services.”  He takes another deep and ragged breath, and more words spill out, “She made what we did together obscene.  Said she didn’t want it but I insisted, I had to be her slave, and she was just trying to make me happy, even though it made her sick, because what kind of man wants that, hm?  How could a man like that raise a son?  I’m unfit, I’m perverse, I’m wrong, I’m- I’m...”

 “Shh...”  He’s nearly hyperventilating, nearly writhing on the bed even as his hands stay exactly where Belle put them.  She drapes herself on him, head pillowed on his chest until it stops heaving.  “You’re so brave,” she says, and her head jolts with the force of his derisive snort, “You are.  You went through all that, and still chose to try again, with me? That’s brave, Aaron.”

 “I shouldn’t have. It’s dangerous.  If Milah or her lawyers found out, who knows what they’d do?”

 “Whatever they tried to do I tell them to shove it up their arse,” Belle growls, “You don’t deserve to live in fear.  And neither do I.  We’re not hurting anyone.”

 “But what if they took him? What if they wouldn’t let me see Bae?”

 “Then I’d submit my own testimony all about how Bae loves you, how you’re a wonderful father and a wonderful person and I love- being with you, whether we’re talking over dinner or- or 69ing and it’s no one’s damn business but ours!”

 A smile breaks onto Aaron’s face and his chest shudders with deep chuckles.  Belle chuckles with him, and again takes the chance to press kisses into his skin.

 “Put your hands in my hair,” she breathes, and immediately feels strong fingers bury themselves in her curls, cradling her head and massaging her scalp.  “Mm, yes, like that...”  She tilts back into his touch, arching and rising so her forearms are braced on his chest.  “What do you want, Aaron?  Tell me.”

 “I want... what you want.”

 “No, no.  What I want tonight is for you to tell me what you want.  So go on.  It’s a little late to be shy.”  She rocks her hips just slightly against his and repeats her order, “Tell me.”

 He bucks up with a gasp that becomes a growl.  His next words come with stolid force, “I want you to sit on my face.”

 “Ooh,” Belle coos in delight, “Did I give you an idea earlier?  Do you want me to turn around and return the favor?”

 “N-no.  Not now.”

 Belle dutifully files the thought away, then rolls off to get out of her clothes.  She sets her knees on either side of Aaron’s head and just the sight of that makes her throb.  Maybe after all this talk of emotions and trauma the rest of the night would be better spent cuddling, but Belle feels like three decades have passed since they were like this and if his fingers twisting in the sheets is any indication, Aaron agrees.  She takes those tortured, lovely hands of his and sets them on her hips.  Then she runs her own over his hair, frowning slightly at the mask string getting in the way.

 “Can this come off?” she asks, grazing her fingertips over it.  Now knowing what she does and suspecting more about his ex- firstly, the monster better prepare to meet Belle’s fists if they ever cross paths, and secondly, she must double her consent checks.  Aaron will know without a doubt that nothing will happen between them here that he doesn’t want.

 Therefore she stays perfectly still until he nods, and carefully slides the mask off and puts it away. Regaining her position, she instantly smiles to see Aaron blinking up at her, black-eyed with anticipation.  She anchors her fingers in his hair and draws his head up as her knees spread to bring her folds to his mouth.  She whimpers at the first touch and is soon enough moaning and shivering through firm licks and the odd nibble.

 A few tugs on his hair bring his nose to rub at her clit when he tilts his head just right.  He makes good use of that fact while pressing his tongue as deep as it will go within her channel.  Belle tosses her head back as waves of pleasure begin to crest, at some point hearing herself gasp out, “Wait, wait, hold on.”

 “Uh, what?” Aaron asks, and the vibration of his voice almost sends her over the edge.

 “Touch yourself.  I want you to come when I do.”

 He groans and Belle truly must lean away if she wants to last a few more minutes.  When she feels the rhythm of his tugs she allows herself to return, and promptly lets out a choked cry as Aaron renews his attentions with interest.

 Far too soon Belle’s climax come barreling down and she has to shout around the first tremors, “Now, Aaron, now!”

 She’s a little too early, but she’s not that upset about it because her mind clears just fast enough to see Aaron’s head cast back, his face slack and gorgeous as pleasure overtakes him.  That’s an image she’d like to keep forever.  As he settles panting on the mattress, she eases off to reach for tissues to clean up the white splatter painting his stomach.

 “I- I can...” he mutters weakly.

 “I know, but I want to,” Belle counters with a smile as she tosses the tissues and then tucks his spent cock into his pants.  Then she settles herself beside him, one arm braced so she can gaze down at his slightly dazed face.  The contract states that she leave after climax- Belle detects another bad lesson from the ex.  She smooths Aaron’s mussed hair, and then leans in for a lingering kiss, and a swipe of her tongue over the juices she left on his chin.  “You did so well,” she breathes against his lips.

 “I, ah, right.  Good.”

 She moves away, giving him space.  “Shall I go?”

 His hand shoots out to grab the wrist of her braced arm.  He looks at it like it belongs to someone else.  “If you... I mean, if you’d like to, then...”

 “I’d like to stay,” she replies with a grin, and curls into his side, head on his shoulder.  They have a lot of renegotiating to do in the morning, but for now he laces their fingers loosely, and the pair drift off to sleep together.

[sitavnabi]

How I Saved $10000 in 10 Months

I’m not a saver by birth. I like to spend money. I view money as only one type of currency, not the most valuable one. Time comes first in the ranks, followed by energy, and then comes money. Money is not and has never been particularly valuable to me. It rarely ever brought me happiness but I was convinced while growing up that my net worth was a reflection of my self worth.

I never liked the idea of being frugal. I didn’t enjoy having to go without to prepare for a future emergency. For the last three years I have made a pretty consistent yearly amount through tutoring, babysitting, administrative tasks, and other similar odd jobs. But, I lived like I made a lot more. I wasn’t spending on luxuries and going out. I was just spending more than I had on things that I needed, or seemed to need. I became increasingly worried about not having enough money.

The fear of not having enough money, instilled into me at such a young age added to this terror churning inside me. I went to bed and woke up in frenzy of overwhelming nausea and tears.

But one day, after a particularly bad incident with a client, I decided that enough was enough. This particular client generously offered to pay my semester tuition in full in exchange for unlimited tutoring. Eternally grateful, I accepted. This client proceeded to give me the run around for four weeks and on the final day, had me drive over 30 miles from town to town chasing her for the check. After a grueling three hours, she called to let me know that she was in the hospital and her husband never agreed to give me the money.

I was embarrassed, humiliated, exhausted, spent, and so ashamed of myself for letting this person take advantage of me and exploit my needs. It was in that moment that I decided to stop letting money have any hold on me whatsoever. I was going to manage my money; it was not going to manage me.

I joined Frugal Families on Facebook and gathered several books to help me. I read Ana Newell Jones, Amy Dacyzyn, and Dave Ramsey among countless others. (I don’t necessarily recommend this but I like to read so it was a win win) You can get similar information by watching Youtube videos or short articles.

Through all my collectives, I found that managing finances and saving money comes down to a pretty simple idea: don’t spend money. But, my problem, along with many people, isn’t that I didn’t know HOW to save money, but that I couldn’t convince myself of WHY.

My thinking of money was all screwed up! I associated saving with withholding, going without, deprivation, dependence, poverty, and unhappiness. I held money in the top tier of my self esteem and felt that I needed it to prove to people that they should respect me. Putting $1000 in the bank and not touching it is infinitely easier than learning to love yourself if you don’t already. Once your self esteem has been tied into how much money you spend, its a tough knot to untangle.

So, I took these baby steps ( to all my Dave Ramsey fans out there). It took me a couple months to compile all these steps and even longer to start to truly follow all of them. I am 23 years old, I make about 24K a year, I am a part time college student, and I don’t have any kids or dependents. A lot of people may be discouraged from reading this article because maybe I don’t fit their demographic, make more or less, have fewer expenses or some other excuse. They may be right. I don’t know how well these steps may work for other people and I definitely cannot guarantee any results. It’s just a look into my own experience. But, if you want to break the ball and chain of money has around your ankle or maybe even save up $10000, grab a notebook and at least give this a try!

1.

Remove people from your life that you feel value money too much. These people are easy to identify: who in your life do you feel judges you the most? Limit contact with these people for a set period of time (maybe forever), or just until you save $10000. These people breed thoughts of inadequacy and manipulate us into spending money we don't need and becoming people we don't want to be, i.e. a woman in the Tightwad Gazette who admitted that she spent more money on her wealthy nephew’s Christmas presents than her own children.

2. 

Write down your goals, hopes and dreams (not financial goals). What kind of person are you now and what do you hope will change after you become financially stable? Where do you see yourself in ten years? What would you do if you had a million dollars? What are some things about your life that you wish you could change? Why can’t you? What are aspects of life that you are grateful for? What is your dream career? What are some of your insecurities and fears? Ask yourself all these questions and any more you can think of. This should be a private journal entry that you can look back to so, be as open as you can for yourself.

3.

Write down your financial goals. How much money do you want to save? My goal was $20,000.

4.

Analyze your spending. Print out the last few months of your bank statements. Make a list. In and out. What went into the bank account and what went out. This is on the bottom of every monthly statement.

5. 

Categorize all the items that went “out”. I use a pretty simple system for this: necessary and not necessary. Rent, car payments, gas, and doctors are needs. Mcdonald’s, make up, even buying books instead of borrowing them are not necessary. Be careful not to categorize non necessities as “wants”. This implies a careless decision was made and that we should feel bad or embarrassed about it. Our money is ours and we may choose to spend it however we wish. Remember that we want to feel more confident in our decisions through this process.

6.

Evaluate your needs list. Obviously rent and car payments can’t be negotiated down but if all your needs eat up more than half your income, see if anything can change. In my personal example, I had a car payment of $198/month. During the summer months, when babysitting jobs were scarce, I only made about $900/month. Coupled with rent, I had $100 left over every month to survive on. The solution was not easy, short term, or inexpensive. I had to buy a used car and get rid of my lease, find another side gig for the summer, or find a cheaper place to stay.

7.

Evaluate your non necessities list.Create a category for every expense (eating out, crafts, shopping, subscriptions) and then prioritize them in order of used. If you spent $300 this month on books, it goes to the top of the list. Next, think about what you could and couldnt live without. Put those in order too. Note: this does not mean cutting everything out. Think about what is important to you and what can change. Just because something isnt a basic need, does not mean it is not important. For me, going out with friends, and a small budget to grab some fast food if I was still hungry after lunch meant a lot. So those went to the top of my list.

8.

For future reference, I recommend using a debit card as cash to be able to track all your purchases. So this baby step is get a debit card at a bank that is near you with a safe and convenient ATM. Commit to putting cash onto the card in small amounts to avoid temptation, but often, like once a week. I never keep more than $50 available on my debit card at any time. I have worked my weekly amount down to just $15, just enough to eat out twice a week.

9.

PAY DAY. If you are like me and don’t have a regular deposit schedule, make one and keep to it. Be flexible about how often and how much you want to see your money grow. I tried a bi-weekly deposit schedule but learned that I prefer looking at how much I made at the end of the week. So, I deposit money into my account every Friday.

10.

You have money, now what do you do with it?? Consult your needs list and put aside the amount that you cannot change this month. Pay your bills immediately. 

11.

What is left over? Budget your non-necessities and leave that in your account. Take whatever is left and shove it into your savings account.

12.

Reconsider your budget. This is the part when you slowly trick your brain into enjoying frugality. Remember that amount that you shoved into savings? No you don’t! Next month, create your budget without that chunk of savings, so immediately after payday, shove it into your savings account after bills and before non-necessities. Don’t be discouraged if you have to touch your savings account because you went over budget. Just try to average out the same amount for 3-4 months. Also, even $5 is a hefty deposit amount if you’ve been picking away at your account for the past 6 months. Be proud of yourself for any and all progress!

This last step was very helpful to me because it helped me become more and more creative about how to live on less. I learned to prioritize my hobbies, treated myself sparingly, and invest time I had in place of money I didn’t have. Overall, I became much happier than I was.

Another tip, I’d like to include is to be kinder to yourself. In hindsight it is easy to look at my expenses and realize I could’ve put a little more away here and there but I have no regrets about the mistakes I have made. Step 4 was arguably the hardest thing I’ve had to do in my life; analyze my mistakes and have compassion for myself. Even going forward, the continued slip ups I had taught me more about myself and helped me to make better decisions the next time.

I know this article seemingly boils down to taking a portion of your income and putting it into a savings account. But quite honestly, it has nothing to do with money. I have calculated that I could have put an extra $5000 away in the last ten months if I had really stuck to my needs, but that wasn’t the point. I wanted to live a life without the fear of money: not having enough, always wanting more. I was afraid to check my bank balance and I couldn’t resist a great sale that added to my net worth. Since I started my journey to financial stability, I don’t worry as much about what I have. That isn’t because I have a lot, but because I always know exactly what I had and I am confident about my ability to work with it.  It shifted my mentality of depending on money to take care of me to realizing that only I am responsible and capable of taking care of myself and money is just one of many tools that can help me. Break the chain!

[jasperlewis-blog1]

Location: Betsy’s office, Reddin Medical Center Date: August 14th Time: 1:00 PM Soundtrack: In the Water by Anadel 

Jasper’s nightmares were quiet things. He did not wake up screaming. He did not wake up crying. He woke up with the words stuck in his throat, his ribs aching, his hands shaking.

You’re going to get shit, Jasper. You’re going to get shit every single day of your life.

His parents had put him into bi-monthly therapy when he’d come out as trans, as a way for him to talk about his dysphoria and his transition, and his therapist had been lovely. But she had specialized in gender therapy in particular, not in any other branch, and so Jasper had never quite been able to open his mouth about what it was that he was going through with Derek.

You’re going to get shit, Jasper. You’re going to get shit every single day of your life.

It echoed in his head every time he woke up, curling in on himself like his ribs were broken again and he was trying to force himself to his feet because they still had to practice, he had to keep going, he couldn’t stop until he’d gotten it right. It was the nightmares getting bad again that had encouraged him, originally, to start speaking to Betsy on a more than twice-yearly basis. He’d stopped going to therapy after starting at Palmetto, convincing himself that maybe, just maybe, he was doing well enough now that he didn’t have to worry about breaking down again. It had taken one bad night, a night where he couldn’t drag himself out of the rabbit hole of interviews, of staring at Derek’s charming smile and listening to him talk about winning games and championships and Jasper had spiraled so hard that he didn’t think he’d ever be able to come back out of it.

Betsy had helped to drag him out of that hole. She’d given him a map to himself and let him chart his course, and at the end of it he’d been stronger for it. He’d set up weekly appointments with her after that, and she gave him even more tools to take charge of his anxiety and his triggers, and he further mapped out the world around him.

But the nightmares had crept in on him after the realization that Casey Hendrix was now on his team, and even if he held nothing against the backliner, he knew that their entrance was part of the reason why he had spiraled again. His conversation on the court with Grayson a few nights before surely hadn’t helped, quietly laying out his past but detaching himself from it. It was an old habit, one he hadn’t meant to pick up again, where he talked about the person who Derek had abused as if it was someone different than him.

Jasper’s nightmares were quiet things. He did not wake up screaming. He did not wake up crying. He woke up hollow eyed, with the words stuck in his throat.

You’re going to get shit, Jasper. You’re going to get shit every single day of your life.

Wymack was too sharp-eyed not to notice when Jasper got bad again, but he didn’t push. He simply asked Jasper if he was going to need a session earlier in the week, to which Jasper had slowly nodded.

Jasper barely looked up when he heard Betsy clear her throat, and it took him a long few moments to drag his eyes up from the scars on the backs of his hands. He blinked at her, and sighed heavily, pushing himself up so that he could follow her down the familiar halls to where her office was. He curled up on the couch, carefully taking off his shoes so that he wouldn’t get dirt on it whenever he pulled his knees to his chest.

You’re going to get shit, Jasper. You’re going to get shit-

“Hello, Jasper.”

Betsy’s soft voice cut through Derek’s, and Jasper blinked at her again. The words were stuck still, and he swallowed around them once, twice, and a third time before he was finally able to make them leave his mouth.

“Hi, Bee.”

“You look very tired, Jasper. Would you like a cup of tea this time, instead of cocoa?” Jasper hummed softly in response, and watched as she placed the kettle on the hot plate on her desk. She turned back to him with quiet eyes, cutting through to the heart of him, where he was curled up small and scared, ribs aching, eyes blackened, begging Derek to give him just a second to get up, please, I’ll get it right, I’ll get it right this time, just let me get up, stop Derek stop!

“How was your summer break?”

Ady came to stay with me. I watched him cook a lot. We practiced Exy together. I blew out my arms playing against strangers one night at the park. They laughed when I told them I was fine and told me to get some water. I laid on my back and stared at the stars and remembered Derek’s hand on my throat. I went to museums and art shows. I remembered Derek’s fist against my cheek. I volunteered at the shelter back home. I remembered Derek’s foot against my ribs.

Jasper swallowed again, and forced himself to open his mouth and speak the words out loud.

“Did you remember the exercises we practiced for when the remembering got too strong? For when you get stuck?”

Jasper nodded, and a wobbly smile played at the edges of his lips. “They worked...sometimes.”

After a few moments, he sighed, tucking his face into his arm. His eyes pressed hard into his bicep, but his mouth was uncovered, and so the words were only a little muffled.

“Derek’s linemate started as a backliner here. Casey Hendrix. They’re sweet. They’re a Fox, so I have to get over myself. I talked to Grayson about Derek. We’ve been practicing together. Grant is graduating. Eliana is graduating. Neel is graduating. Carter is graduating. Logan is graduating. I don’t know how to feel about any of those things. When people leave, it’s violent, and I don’t ever see them again.” He sucked in a ragged breath, trying to keep the tears back. “I keep dreaming of it all. My ribs hurt when I wake up. My hands shake.”

The beautiful thing about his sessions with Betsy was that they were always able to pick up where they’d left off and continue on. Betsy helped him unpack the things he’d felt in between sessions, even if it was months instead of a week. By the end of it, he’d found his path again, righted his map and felt like somehow he’d found his compass as well. New ground was being broken and he had to keep moving.

Jasper closed his eyes and his eyelashes were wet against his cheeks, but his ribs didn’t hurt and he could breathe again, at last.

“That’s all the time that we have for now, Jasper. Do you feel okay, now? Steady?”

Jasper smiled, slowly and carefully, and then nodded.

“I’ll see you next week, Bee.”

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Drop and Pop Review – Generate Income From Any Affiliate Offer With Ease

Drop and Pop Review

GENERATE INCOME FROM ANY AFFILIATE OFFER WITH EASE

Dear fellow online marketers out there,

Like many other new affiliate marketers, I had been trying to apply get rich quick schemes and strategies they they all didn’t work out. As you know, loopholes and quick fixes come and go on a monthly basis, and when they get closed down (which the do) you will have wasted time and probably money. What we are looking for is a real ‘ethical’ and evergreen business model to follow and make our online business and income grow bigger and bigger and knowing that it will still work in 5 years’ time.

The method I’m about to reveal in this review is designed to enable an ordinary person with zero tech skills, zero experience and just the change in their pocket to easily make hundreds of dollars every week from a simple ‘but unique’ little carrot & stick approach to marketing. The product is called: Drop and Pop .

A system without traffic is NOT a workable system. Inside  Drop and Pop you will find details on multiple traffic sources, all of which are simple and to the point. But the great thing is that traffic is immediately created and multiplied with the organic by product of activating Drop & Pop.

So with such brief information, are you eager yet to find out more about this profitable system?

WHAT IS Drop and Pop ?

The method I’m about to reveal; is designed to enable an ordinary person with zero tech skills, zero experience and just the change in their pocket to easily make hundreds of dollars every week from a simple ‘But Unique’ little Carrot & Stick approach to marketing.

And if you like what I show you, you too can *make money with this method before the end of this week.

In a nutshell, Drop and Pop is a complete and detailed system for generating consistent income from affiliate products without actually promoting specific affiliate products and one which can be easily adopted by anyone. That means it is totally Newbie Friendly.

Drop and Pop  is NOT Based on Theory. You can actually implement this simple system TODAY in just 1 – 2 hour (even if you’re a complete Newbie)… And make money in 12-24 hours… While simultaneously building a a real business which will generate income passively. You’ll kick yourself for not figuring this out for yourself.

Unlike so many other systems and so called training; Drop and Pop is a formula that will work for anyone (Even Newbies). It is easy to understand and apply, and it’s a system I personally use every week… so absolutely no theory.

It consists of: 5 Short ‘Basics’ Videos (Provided to help Newbies / set up basics)

Overview Full Copy [Training]

Details Page [Training]

Pre-Sell Post [Training]

Magnet – including 6 Magnet Sources [Training]

Traffic [Training]

Fast Start – Reference Guide

Once you have a Drop and Pop Project up and running your work is done and you can expect to make money as early as tomorrow, and then potentially for months, even years to come (Passively).

In fact, each time you do this not only will you make money, but you will also build an Evergreen business I.E your  Drop and Pop posts will begin to rank automatically on Google, Bing and Yahoo… this happens on autopilot, you don’t have to do any additional work for this to happen.

Drop and Pop has nothing to do with SEO or ranking sites. What you see in this Drop & Pop Review is simply a Bi-Product of the Drop and Pop  method. I.E. Many Drop & Pop posts quickly find their way onto Page 1 of Google Bing and Yahoo on Autopilot (You don’t have to do any additional work)

I can categorically state that Drop & Pop is very real. I have been using the very same process myself since November 2017 with astonishing results. So don’t hesitate to check the next parts of this Drop & Pop Review as I’ll show you how powerful it is!

Drop and Pop REVIEW OVERVIEW

Vendor Brendan Mace

Product Drop and Pop

Launch Date 2021-Aug-04

Launch Time 09:00 EST

Front-End Price $17

Bonuses >> CHECK MY ULTIMATE HUGE BONUSES <<

Refund YES, 30 Days Money-Back Guarantee

Product Type Traffic

Support Effective Response

Discount >> GET THE BEST DISCOUNT HERE <<

Recommended Highly Recommended

Skill Level Needed All Levels

ABOUT CREATOR

Drop & Pop has been created and developed by Brendan Mace. In my opinion, I would strongly recommend that Brendan’s products to online marketers who are looking for support.

He has been in this field for more than ten years, so he knows what it takes to be successful. There are many trending applications released by Brendan. Some of which have been favored by thousands of users such as Shotoku System, Set & Forget, You Gen Bots, etc.

Now, let’s look at the next part of this Drop & Pop Review and find out its features!

KEY FEATURES

Here are what you will get inside:

Full access to the Drop & Pop member area

Complete Drop & Pop Overview – Outlining the only system that enables anyone to profit from affiliate products without actually promoting them.

Copy the Free Organic Traffic we used to get 100s of views in hours… Sending this traffic also boosts site authority and engagement.

Developing & sourcing Magnets: Including using other people’s products freely and ethically (Yes it’s legal)… Follow this and find products to use in seconds.

Full Step-by-Step Process suitable for Newbies and seasoned Marketers alike.

The Secret Page: 20 – 30% of everyone who sees this page will result in you receiving commission from any affiliate product you like

Orientation Training Call

Drop & Pop Traffic… multi (newbie friendly) FREE traffic sources included so you can get started instantly without cost.

Access to the Facebook Mastermind Group

The Pre-Sell System: add this content to your blog (as detailed) and you WILL Make Money and build an evergreen business at the same time.

6 Videos covering the basic set up (designed for Newbies)

Let’s take a minute to recap the benefits come up with this training:

Drop & Pop is the only system available that enables anyone to generate income from affiliate products without actually promoting affiliate products… this is a unique system they developed for their own business.

This is system generates Pro-Active & Passive income once setup

Highly targeted, risk free traffic is the key to profiting online. Start with a budget of only $5 and you’re set… That’s it!

Can 100% be run part time (in fact, most people do just that!)

Many Drop & Pop Posts will also hit Google, Bing and Yahoo Page #1 without any additional work!

This is a tried-and-tested easy way to make money if done the right way!

Anyone can do this (even complete Newbies) and get awesome results, so it might as well be you!

It has the potential to make you money and build growing authority assets which generate income for years almost on autopilot.

No technical skills required at all, Drop & Pop is designed to be stupidly simple… All is laid out in an easy to follow system.

Very easily scalable and only invest more after you earn.

VISIT SALE PAGE

HONEST DROP & POP REVIEW – MY OPINION: IS IT REALLY PROFITABLE?

The Drop & Pop system will take you 1-2 hours per project (once your blog is set up)… Traffic is INSTANT (costing under 5 Cents per view). Do this Once, Twice, Three times per week… do it as often as you like. The more you do it the more money you will make both in the short term and Evergreen (Passively).

Drop & Pop is not about ranking in search engines, SEO or any of that boring, time consuming stuff. However based on phrase competition, popularity and engagement on your Drop & Pop posts some will rise to page #1 of Google, Bing and Yahoo on Autopilot… There is no additional work involved.

I can categorically state that Drop & Pop is very real. I have been using the very same process myself since January 2018 with astonishing results from earlybird acess of testing version.

Inside Drop & Pop you will find details on multiple traffic sources, all of which are simple and to the point. For Instant Impact I recommend combining the FREE methods with the $0.04 per view paid traffic source.

Experience is not a requirement. We’ve seen “green” beginners that have never tried to do anything else on the internet, and they still made substantial income with this method.

Drop & Pop is designed specifically to be ‘Low-Tech’ easy to understand and apply. The creators put Drop & Pop together for themselves in order to generate affiliate income without having to promote product after product. Once your Blog is set up (Training Included) each DROP & POP project will take 1-2 Hours.

Is this another Loophole?

Absolutely not… loopholes and quick fixes come and go on a monthly basis, and when they get closed down (which the do) you will have wasted time and probably money. Drop & Pop is a real ‘Ethical’ and Evergreen business model… Follow this system and your online business and income will grow bigger and bigger… and it will still work in 5 years’ time

The only downside I have found is that Drop & Pop is a business… and all business requires some investment. n this case, we are really minimizing the total amount of investment you will have to make here. There is no additional costs you need other than to activate the Drop & Pop system.

Traffic: I recommend you use the paid traffic option in combination with the free methods for instant traction… this traffic option can be started for $5 per project.

This is NOT another Empty Promise. Every day yet another product hits the market… It promises to make you $100 per day, you’ve seen them right?

They all promise to be unique, but in reality they are not and nearly always amount to the same thing – and you’re left disappointed. Drop & Pop is different, it’s unique… but most importantly; it works.

You will be getting my ultimate huge bonuses at the last section of this Drop & Pop Review!

HOW DROP & POP WORKS

Step 1: DROP a campaign into the software,

There’s over 100,000 to choose from. Remember: With Drop & Pop you never pre-sell or promote an affiliate product).

Step 2: POP your monetization.

All you have to do in this part is activate your monetization by adding your affiliate links. Drop & Pop works with ANY affiliate product. Monetize on the platform you prefer (we show you how to do this in less than a minute)

Step 3: Relax & Wait for Commissions.

We’ve seen real people from all over the world join and get results within TEN MINUTES of activating their first campaign. Now it’s YOUR TURN to give this a try.

WHO IS DROP & POP FOR?

This Newbie Friendly “No Experience Needed” 4-Step Income System Quickly And Easily Generates affiliate Income While Simultaneously building you an ethical, evergreen business which will continue to pay you passively… Each Drop & Pop Project will take you 1-2 hours.

Drop & Pop is designed for anyone who doesn’t have a PHD in computer science, & can’t get to grips with even more complicated software and so called systems. It’s for you if you simply want to build something uncomplicated which grows… and makes you more and more as it does.

It’s for you if you’re sick and tired of buying loophole after loophole only to find they stop working the minute you start.

Drop & Pop is designed for you, me and anyone else who thinks making money online has just become way too complicated. It’s Not Techy… it’s Not based around some shaky loophole which could stop working in the next 30 seconds… It’s Simple… It’s Evergreen… And It’s both Pro-Active & Passive at the same time.

DROP & POP OTOS AND PRICE

For a limited time, you can grab Drop & Pop OTOs with early bird discount price in these options below. Let’s pick the best suited options for you before this special offer gone!

Front-end: Drop & Pop PRO $16.41

OTO 1: Premium Edition $37.00

OTO 2: Done For You $97.00

OTO 3: Unlimited Leads $97.00

OTO 4: Unlimited Traffic Add-on $97.00

OTO 5: License Rights to EVERYTHING $67.00

Drop and Pop REVIEW CONCLUSION AND ULTIMATE HUGE BONUSES

Thank you so much for reading my Drop & Pop Review! I really hope it did help you with your buying decision. This system is coming out with many bonuses for the early bird. Take your action ASAP for the best deal.

REMEMBER! If you buy this product through my link, you can also get these huge bonuses (Please remember that these bonuses are not for the TRIAL or FREE versions):

VISIT SALE PAGE

You can have an opportunity to receive extra bonuses if you finish 2 steps below:

♦ Step 1: Order the product by Clicking here.

♦ Step 2: After your purchase goes through, email your receipt to me at alexhuynh.1110@gmail.com so I can confirm your purchase and email you information about how to access to your bonus material.

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Drop & Pop Review – Generates Affiliate Income While Simultaneously Building You An Ethical, Evergreen Business

Have you failed to make any real money online? Don’t worry – I did too… I kept failing and failing & I grew tired of all the BS theory shared around.

The amount of FALSE information floating around back then was incredible & it still is. That’s when I decided to stop following poor, long-winded & outdated advice and do things differently…

Sick of Failing?

It’s all Pie in the Sky… none of it actually works. I’m sure you’ve tried this and you’ve tried that only to find out the whole thing was nothing more than a whole lot of ‘Pie in the Sky’ Theory.

You keep buying and hoping…

Trying and failing…

Over and over again

Does that sound about right… Yes?

Well, let’s fix that today… First things first, Let’s check all the details in my Drop & Pop Review below!

WHAT IS DROP & POP?

The method I’m about to reveal; is designed to enable an ordinary person with zero tech skills, zero experience and just the change in their pocket to easily make hundreds of dollars every week from a simple ‘But Unique’ little Carrot & Stick approach to marketing.

And if you like what I show you, you too can *make money with this method before the end of this week.

In a nutshell, Drop & Pop is a complete and detailed system for generating consistent income from affiliate products without actually promoting specific affiliate products and one which can be easily adopted by anyone. That means it is totally Newbie Friendly.

Drop & Pop is NOT Based on Theory. You can actually implement this simple system TODAY in just 1 – 2 hour (even if you’re a complete Newbie)… And make money in 12-24 hours… While simultaneously building a a real business which will generate income passively. You’ll kick yourself for not figuring this out for yourself.

Unlike so many other systems and so called training; Drop & Pop is a formula that will work for anyone (Even Newbies). It is easy to understand and apply, and it’s a system I personally use every week… so absolutely no theory.

It consists of: 5 Short ‘Basics’ Videos (Provided to help Newbies / set up basics)

Overview Full Copy [Training]

Details Page [Training]

Pre-Sell Post [Training]

Magnet – including 6 Magnet Sources [Training]

Traffic [Training]

Fast Start – Reference Guide

Once you have a Drop & Pop Project up and running your work is done and you can expect to make money as early as tomorrow, and then potentially for months, even years to come (Passively).

In fact, each time you do this not only will you make money, but you will also build an Evergreen business I.E your Drop & Pop posts will begin to rank automatically on Google, Bing and Yahoo… this happens on autopilot, you don’t have to do any additional work for this to happen.

Drop & Pop has nothing to do with SEO or ranking sites. What you see in this Drop & Pop Review is simply a Bi-Product of the DROP & POP method. I.E. Many Drop & Pop posts quickly find their way onto Page 1 of Google Bing and Yahoo on Autopilot (You don’t have to do any additional work)

I can categorically state that Drop & Pop is very real. I have been using the very same process myself since November 2017 with astonishing results. So don’t hesitate to check the next parts of this Drop & Pop Review as I’ll show you how powerful it is!

DROP & POP REVIEW OVERVIEW

Vendor Brendan Mace

Product Drop & Pop

Launch Date 2021-Aug-04

Launch Time 09:00 EST

Front-End Price $17

Bonuses >> CHECK MY ULTIMATE HUGE BONUSES <<

Refund YES, 30 Days Money-Back Guarantee

Product Type Traffic

Support Effective Response

Discount >> GET THE BEST DISCOUNT HERE <<

Recommended Highly Recommended

Skill Level Needed All Levels

ABOUT CREATOR

Drop & Pop has been created and developed by Brendan Mace. In my opinion, I would strongly recommend that Brendan’s products to online marketers who are looking for support.

He has been in this field for more than ten years, so he knows what it takes to be successful. There are many trending applications released by Brendan. Some of which have been favored by thousands of users such as Shotoku System, Set & Forget, You Gen Bots, etc.

Now, let’s look at the next part of this Drop & Pop Review and find out its features!

KEY FEATURES

Here are what you will get inside:

Full access to the Drop & Pop member area

Complete Drop & Pop Overview – Outlining the only system that enables anyone to profit from affiliate products without actually promoting them.

Copy the Free Organic Traffic we used to get 100s of views in hours… Sending this traffic also boosts site authority and engagement.

Developing & sourcing Magnets: Including using other people’s products freely and ethically (Yes it’s legal)… Follow this and find products to use in seconds.

Full Step-by-Step Process suitable for Newbies and seasoned Marketers alike.

The Secret Page: 20 – 30% of everyone who sees this page will result in you receiving commission from any affiliate product you like

Orientation Training Call

Drop & Pop Traffic… multi (newbie friendly) FREE traffic sources included so you can get started instantly without cost.

Access to the Facebook Mastermind Group

The Pre-Sell System: add this content to your blog (as detailed) and you WILL Make Money and build an evergreen business at the same time.

6 Videos covering the basic set up (designed for Newbies)

Let’s take a minute to recap the benefits come up with this training:

Drop & Pop is the only system available that enables anyone to generate income from affiliate products without actually promoting affiliate products… this is a unique system they developed for their own business.

This is system generates Pro-Active & Passive income once setup

Highly targeted, risk free traffic is the key to profiting online. Start with a budget of only $5 and you’re set… That’s it!

Can 100% be run part time (in fact, most people do just that!)

Many Drop & Pop Posts will also hit Google, Bing and Yahoo Page #1 without any additional work!

This is a tried-and-tested easy way to make money if done the right way!

Anyone can do this (even complete Newbies) and get awesome results, so it might as well be you!

It has the potential to make you money and build growing authority assets which generate income for years almost on autopilot.

No technical skills required at all, Drop & Pop is designed to be stupidly simple… All is laid out in an easy to follow system.

Very easily scalable and only invest more after you earn.

VISIT SALE PAGE

HONEST DROP & POP REVIEW – MY OPINION: IS IT REALLY PROFITABLE?

The Drop & Pop system will take you 1-2 hours per project (once your blog is set up)… Traffic is INSTANT (costing under 5 Cents per view). Do this Once, Twice, Three times per week… do it as often as you like. The more you do it the more money you will make both in the short term and Evergreen (Passively).

Drop & Pop is not about ranking in search engines, SEO or any of that boring, time consuming stuff. However based on phrase competition, popularity and engagement on your Drop & Pop posts some will rise to page #1 of Google, Bing and Yahoo on Autopilot… There is no additional work involved.

I can categorically state that Drop & Pop is very real. I have been using the very same process myself since January 2018 with astonishing results from earlybird acess of testing version.

Inside Drop & Pop you will find details on multiple traffic sources, all of which are simple and to the point. For Instant Impact I recommend combining the FREE methods with the $0.04 per view paid traffic source.

Experience is not a requirement. We’ve seen “green” beginners that have never tried to do anything else on the internet, and they still made substantial income with this method.

Drop & Pop is designed specifically to be ‘Low-Tech’ easy to understand and apply. The creators put Drop & Pop together for themselves in order to generate affiliate income without having to promote product after product. Once your Blog is set up (Training Included) each DROP & POP project will take 1-2 Hours.

Is this another Loophole?

Absolutely not… loopholes and quick fixes come and go on a monthly basis, and when they get closed down (which the do) you will have wasted time and probably money. Drop & Pop is a real ‘Ethical’ and Evergreen business model… Follow this system and your online business and income will grow bigger and bigger… and it will still work in 5 years’ time

The only downside I have found is that Drop & Pop is a business… and all business requires some investment. n this case, we are really minimizing the total amount of investment you will have to make here. There is no additional costs you need other than to activate the Drop & Pop system.

Traffic: I recommend you use the paid traffic option in combination with the free methods for instant traction… this traffic option can be started for $5 per project.

This is NOT another Empty Promise. Every day yet another product hits the market… It promises to make you $100 per day, you’ve seen them right?

They all promise to be unique, but in reality they are not and nearly always amount to the same thing – and you’re left disappointed. Drop & Pop is different, it’s unique… but most importantly; it works.

You will be getting my ultimate huge bonuses at the last section of this Drop & Pop Review!

HOW DROP & POP WORKS

Step 1: DROP a campaign into the software,

There’s over 100,000 to choose from. Remember: With Drop & Pop you never pre-sell or promote an affiliate product).

Step 2: POP your monetization.

All you have to do in this part is activate your monetization by adding your affiliate links. Drop & Pop works with ANY affiliate product. Monetize on the platform you prefer (we show you how to do this in less than a minute)

Step 3: Relax & Wait for Commissions.

We’ve seen real people from all over the world join and get results within TEN MINUTES of activating their first campaign. Now it’s YOUR TURN to give this a try.

WHO IS DROP & POP FOR?

This Newbie Friendly “No Experience Needed” 4-Step Income System Quickly And Easily Generates affiliate Income While Simultaneously building you an ethical, evergreen business which will continue to pay you passively… Each Drop & Pop Project will take you 1-2 hours.

Drop & Pop is designed for anyone who doesn’t have a PHD in computer science, & can’t get to grips with even more complicated software and so called systems. It’s for you if you simply want to build something uncomplicated which grows… and makes you more and more as it does.

It’s for you if you’re sick and tired of buying loophole after loophole only to find they stop working the minute you start.

Drop & Pop is designed for you, me and anyone else who thinks making money online has just become way too complicated. It’s Not Techy… it’s Not based around some shaky loophole which could stop working in the next 30 seconds… It’s Simple… It’s Evergreen… And It’s both Pro-Active & Passive at the same time.

DROP & POP OTOS AND PRICE

For a limited time, you can grab Drop & Pop OTOs with early bird discount price in these options below. Let’s pick the best suited options for you before this special offer gone!

Front-end: Drop & Pop PRO $16.41

OTO 1: Premium Edition $37.00

OTO 2: Done For You $97.00

OTO 3: Unlimited Leads $97.00

OTO 4: Unlimited Traffic Add-on $97.00

OTO 5: License Rights to EVERYTHING $67.00

DROP & POP REVIEW CONCLUSION AND ULTIMATE HUGE BONUSES

Thank you so much for reading my Drop & Pop Review! I really hope it did help you with your buying decision. This system is coming out with many bonuses for the early bird. Take your action ASAP for the best deal.

REMEMBER! If you buy this product through my link, you can also get these huge bonuses (Please remember that these bonuses are not for the TRIAL or FREE versions):

VISIT SALE PAGE

You can have an opportunity to receive extra bonuses if you finish 2 steps below:

♦ Step 1: Order the product by Clicking here.

♦ Step 2: After your purchase goes through, email your receipt to me at alexhuynh.1110@gmail.com so I can confirm your purchase and email you information about how to access to your bonus material.

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