#enough to cover some medical bills and moving expenses

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fun fact, if you live with someone and they die, even if your spouse is their legal, blood daughter, the probate court might still make you sell the house even if you have nowhere else to go and can't afford rent and you're already dealing with a mess of your own medical issues and resulting debt(which is an entirely different stresser we've been dealing with over the last year), just to cover their debts!

fun fact 2, I still have a bankruptcy on my credit report so guess how hard it's going to be to get a mortgage, which would be a lot cheaper then rent!

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The Doll House - A Gojo x Reader Fanfic Part 1

You sell yourself to the Doll House to pay your mom’s medical expenses, only to discover your trainer is the guy who bullied you relentlessly in high school: Gojo Satoru.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Read Geto’s Part Here!

Read Toji’s Part Here!

Read Nanami’s Part Here!

Read Sukuna’s Part Here!

Read Choso’s Part Here!

Note: Please remember that these stories don’t take place at the same time, or even one after the other! Consider each one its own timeline. So if you see Geto and Toji with other dolls, don’t be alarmed lol. I had to do it this way because if I don’t, by the time I get to the last trainer, there won’t be any other trainers left to interact with!

On the outskirts of town, there stands a particular shop called the “Doll House”. Inside its walls you can find a “doll” to match any taste you might have. All your desires will be fulfilled, no matter how depraved. Satisfaction is guaranteed! The dolls are exceptionally high quality, thanks to the skillful trainers who work with them twenty-four hours a day, molding them into perfect toys for your enjoyment.

Each trainer has a specialty that they focus on, and they all take great pride in their work. Their methods differ greatly, their approaches vary, but they all follow one rule: never get attached to a doll. After the training is complete, they hand the dolls over to their new owners, and never see them again. However, just once over the course of their careers, trainers are allowed to pick a doll they’ve personally trained and keep her as their own.

AU! Each trainer will get their own story! This is Gojo’s. If you’d like to be tagged in future parts, let me know! You must be an adult to be tagged! Any feedback whatsoever is adored!

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Chubby Reader. Dubcon. Pet Play. Bullying. Collars/Leashes. Fingering. Anal sex. Gojo being an asshole.

You stand nervously in the welcome room of the Doll House. The owner is looking you up and down. “Alright, we’ll take you,” she says. 

“Really?” You’re surprised. When a friend suggested selling yourself as a doll to pay for your sick mother’s exorbitant medical expenses, you initially laughed off the idea. Dolls are all slim, sexy women… right? But you’re desperate, so you decided to check, just in case. The Doll House has a reputation for being fair and treating dolls well, so it’s the first shop you went to. 

“Of course,” the owner says. “Tastes vary. We often get requests for… softer women.”

That was a very polite way of putting it. You’ve been of the thicker variety since high school, with more curves than you’d like. But the owner must know what she’s talking about. Still, you’re quite insecure, and the idea of a strange man seeing you naked, seeing every little roll and flaw, was frightening. 

The owner gives you a price, what she’s willing to pay for you. It’s way more than you expected, and plenty enough to cover the medical bills and then some. You think of your poor mother sitting in a hospital bed, waiting for an operation she can’t afford, and your choice is clear.

“Okay, it’s a deal,” you say. 

A contract is signed, money is transferred to your mother’s bank account, and you’re left standing in the welcome room, waiting to meet your trainer. The whole experience is embarrassing, but you did this in secret, telling no one in your family. You instructed your friend to explain things to your mother when she’s well enough to understand, but to tell everyone else you moved far away. At least you’ll be able to maintain a little of your dignity. You don’t want anyone to know you’re in such financial trouble that you had to resort to desperate measures to help your own mother. 

You’re standing in the middle of the room, looking at the floor, when you hear a voice that is horrifyingly familiar. 

“Chubby Bunny? Is that you?”

Oh no. Please no. Not him. 

You slowly look up. Standing in front of you is the tall, gorgeous guy you had a crush on in high school… until he started bullying you relentlessly. 

“Gojo?! Why are you here?” you ask. He was a pompous rich boy in high school. Of course he’s probably here to buy a doll. You’re just mortified that he’s seen you here. 

He smiles as he pulls off his sunglasses. Ugh! Those eyes are so bright, they’re practically blinding you! 

“Looks like I’m your trainer,” he says. 

You feel like someone poured ice water down the back of your shirt. “What?!”

He laughs. “I was surprised when I saw your name on the file, but here you are!”

“I can’t do this,” you say, looking around frantically for the owner. “I’ve changed my mind!”

“Huh? But you already signed the contract,” he says, his smile dropping. “Isn’t it better to have a trainer you already know?”

No. It’s way worse. Indescribably worse. Maybe if it was someone else, anyone else, but not Gojo. 

You met him in high school. Initially, you had a crush on him, like every other girl in the school. He was so tall, with soft white hair and the most beautiful blue eyes you’d ever seen. There wasn’t a soul in the school who didn’t go weak when Gojo looked them in the eyes. 

But you were so shy, and totally certain that a guy as hot as him would want nothing to do with you. So you avoided him. If you saw him in the hallway, you went the other direction. When he said something funny in class, you held back your laughter. When he pulled some stupid stunt for attention, and the rest of the class was cheering him on, you focused on your school work and pretended not to notice. 

Until one day he actually spoke to you. Gojo Satoru, the hottest, most popular guy in school, spoke to you! Unfortunately, what he said was hurtful. He walked by your desk and noticed the cute, round, bunny-shaped keychain attached to your bag and said, “Your keychain looks just like you! You’re both Chubby Bunnies!”

He’d smiled when he said it, making the words seem even more cruel. A few of your classmates heard him and started laughing. From that point on, your nickname was Chubby Bunny. Everyone in class called you that, especially Gojo, who seemed to get a kick out the fact that he’d started the whole thing. 

Every day after that, Gojo teased and bullied you. He made rude remarks about your clothes, “accidentally” knocked your books out of your hands, took your belongings and hid them in his own desk or pockets, just to force you to come and beg him to return them, and even purposely embarrassed you in front of other boys. When you started to like another boy from a different class, Gojo caught you trying to slip a love letter into the boy’s locker. Gojo grabbed the letter, opened it, and read it out loud in front of everyone. That was particularly traumatic. 

The worst part of all was that you had lingering feelings for him that wouldn’t go away, no matter how badly he treated you. Throughout your entire first year of high school, you nursed a pretty serious crush on him. You might have even been in love with him. So when he started bullying you in your second year, it was hard to simply turn those feelings off. 

Now he’s standing in front of you, as your trainer. The very idea of it is unthinkable! Being intimate with him? Being naked in front of him? Who knows what sort of cruel bullying and mockery he would subject you to?!

“Uh, is there another trainer available?” you ask, trying to keep yourself from freaking out right in front of him. 

“Nope, everyone else is occupied,” he says. “Why don’t you want me to be your trainer? That kinda hurts my feelings.”

His feelings?! After everything he did to you? Unbelievable! But you keep your voice as steady as possible and say, “It’s just kind of awkward, you know? Since we went to school together.”

He puts one hand under his chin, as if he’s thinking it over. “Hmmm, I guess so. By the way, Suguru works here too. You remember him, right?”

You feel like crawling into a hole and never coming out. What are the odds that you’d end up at a doll shop where two of your high school classmates work?

“Oh, and Nanami too. He was a year under us but he was pretty popular.”

You turn around, putting your face in your hands. “This is my nightmare come to life,” you mutter. 

Gojo laughs behind you. “Come on, it won’t be so bad. It’ll be like a high school reunion! We can catch up on old times! And besides,” he says, his voice dropping to a lower tone, “you already signed. The owner hates it when people back out of contracts. She’ll destroy you financially. And that would be bad, right? Your file says you have a sick mom.”

You turn to look back at him, and he looks so smug, just like he did back then. But he’s right. You’ve already signed the contract. Backing out now would make your situation a thousand times worse than it was before you came here. 

“The training only lasts six weeks, right?” you ask him. Maybe you could stand it for six weeks. Then someone would buy you and you’d never see Gojo again. 

“Right,” he answers, grinning. “Unless I just keep you!”

A chill runs down your spine. “Haha, very funny.”

You’ve heard about the fact that trainers at the Doll House can keep a doll they’ve trained, but Gojo would never keep you. He treated you like shit in high school. He hated you. 

With a heavy sigh, you lower your head in defeat and say, “Okay. I guess I don’t have much choice.”

Gojo looks happy, and you can only assume it’s because he’ll get to bully you even more. 

“Great, let’s go to my room and get started,” he says, starting down the hall. “Oh, but don’t expect any special treatment just because we’re old friends.”

Friends? That’s laughable. But your fate is sealed, so you can do nothing but follow after him. 

********************

Gojo can barely contain himself as he walks down the hall. His Chubby Bunny is here! And she’s all his for six weeks. For six long weeks, he can do whatever the fuck he wants to her. He’s already getting hard at the thought of stripping her, exploring those curves with his hands, burying his cock in that plush round ass. 

The first time he saw her in high school, he wanted her. He’d always been drawn to soft, cute things, and she was the softest, cutest girl he’d ever seen. He was the most popular boy in school, so he couldn’t understand why she never seemed to notice him. No matter what sort of antics he got up to, she wouldn’t even look his direction. The way she ignored him only made him want her more. He wanted her to look at him, to acknowledge him. But he couldn’t bring himself to directly approach her. 

Then one day he noticed an adorable keychain hanging from her bag, and it reminded him of her. It was a cute, fluffy bunny with big round eyes. Without really thinking, he blurted out that her keychain looked like her, and called her a Chubby Bunny. In all honesty, he meant it affectionately. He thought it was such a cute nickname, and it suited her perfectly. But the other kids in class laughed, and she looked hurt. 

Most importantly of all though, is that she looked at Gojo. For the first time, her full attention was on him. Her eyes were wet as if she were about to cry, and her face was flushed in embarrassment, but she was looking at him! 

The next day, Gojo noticed another boy in class staring at Chubby Bunny’s soft tits, straining against the tight white button up of her school uniform. Gojo didn’t like that. So when she walked by him later, he said, “Don’t they make shirts any bigger than that? Yours is busting off you.”

She looked at him with a shocked expression, but it quickly changed to embarrassment and then anger. She ran out of the room as if someone was chasing her. Shoko, who was standing nearby, slapped his arm. “Don’t be a dick. You shouldn’t make fun of a girl’s weight.”

“Huh? What does her weight have to do with anything?” 

Shoko stared at him. “I’m trying to figure out if you’re being mean or being stupid.”

It didn’t take Gojo long to figure out that the one surefire way to get Chubby Bunny to pay attention to him was to make her mad. So he knocked her books out of her hands as a prank, then enjoyed the sight of her ass in the air as she bent over to pick them up. He took things from her bag when she wasn’t looking, but let her know it was him so she’d have to come over to him and ask for them back. He liked it when she spoke to him, said his name, glared at him. Any interaction was fun for him. From his perspective, he was simply teasing her, getting reactions out of her. 

But it all changed one day when he saw her trying to slip a love letter into another boy’s locker. He’d seen her staring at the boy from afar, and it bothered him. He couldn’t let them hook up! So he snatched the letter from her hand. She’d looked at him with anger. “Give it back, Gojo!”

He looked at her for a moment, not even sure what he wanted to do with the letter. He just didn’t want her to give it to the other boy. On a whim, he tore the letter open. 

“What’s this? A love letter?” 

She tried to reach for it, but he jerked it out of her reach. She was so desperate to grab it, she had pressed her soft body against his in her attempts. He wondered if she saw the blush on his face when he unfolded the letter and began reading it. The more he read, the more desperately she struggled to reach it, and the closer she pressed against him. Then, all at once, while he was still reading it out loud, she stopped reaching for the letter and backed away.

Tears streaked her cute face, causing Gojo to pause. “You’re an asshole,” she said, and then she turned and walked away. 

He hadn’t intended to make her cry. He just got caught up in the moment. He suddenly felt guilty, realizing he’d gone too far. After that, he stopped teasing her. 

It was nearly a year after graduation that he was out with Shoko. She was drinking and Gojo went along to make sure his friend got home okay. They got to talking about high school and Gojo mentioned Chubby Bunny, wondering what she was up to. 

Shoko had given him a dirty look. “I don’t know why you had to be so mean to that poor girl. She liked you, you know.”

He perked up. “She liked me?”

Shoko took another drink. “Our whole first year, she was always staring at you longingly when you weren’t looking. It was really obvious that she had a crush. Then you had to go and bully her.”

Gojo was still absorbing the fact that the girl he’d liked so much had also liked him. And he’d blown it by being a jerk to her. 

Now, several years later, fate brought her back into his life. This time as his personal toy for six weeks. He’s so excited he can barely breathe. He can’t wait to hear what sorts of cute sounds she’ll make when he fucks her, what sort of face she makes when she cums. He’s going to enjoy this. 

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Gojo leads you to his room, and once inside, he closes the door behind you. He stands a few feet away, facing you, and says, “Okay, go ahead and take your clothes off.”

You give him an incredulous look. Is he serious? That’s literally the first thing he tells you to do? 

“What’s wrong?” he asks. “You’re not shy, are you?”

This sarcastic asshole! He has to know how insecure you are! He made fun of you for years! He couldn’t know it, but you’ve never been fully intimate with anyone before. Partly because of your own insecurity and partly because you’ve been so busy working various jobs to support your mother. You dated one guy for a few months and he never even saw you naked. You gave him a few blowjobs and that seemed to keep him happy. Until you broke up at least. 

“A little,” you say. 

He steps closer to you. “I can help you,” he says, his hands moving to the hem of your shirt and beginning to slide the fabric up. “Raise your arms.”

Numbly, you do as he says, letting him pull your shirt off. He doesn’t even take a moment to look at your bra before he’s reaching behind you and unhooking it, sliding the straps off your shoulders. His hands seem to fly to your skirt, quickly pulling it down as if he’s in a hurry. Then he jerks down your panties, sliding them off your feet. It all happens so fast, you barely have time to be shocked. 

Once you’re fully naked, he steps back and stares at you for a moment before he circles you, like a shark. You feel your face burning. Those beautiful blue eyes are seeing every inch of you, and you hate it. You would have preferred Geto or Nanami. At least they never made fun of you. Being stripped and ogled by your bully is mortifying. 

After making a complete circle, he stops in front of you. There’s a strange look in his eyes. Excitement? Hunger? Is he looking forward to bullying you that much? You use your arms to cover as much of yourself as you can, deciding you’ve given him enough ammo to mock you with. 

“Oh! I have something for you! Hold on,” he says, walking over to his closet. He digs around for a minute before coming back with a small box. He sits it on a nearby table and opens it, then pulls something out. 

You almost wince when you realize what it is: a pair of white bunny ears attached to a headband. They’re high quality, looking rather realistic. These didn’t come with a cheap Halloween costume. He places them on your head and grins. “Wow, so cute! Now you really are a Chubby Bunny!”

This. Fucking. Guy! You glare at him, and in return he just smiles and says, “You’ll get your tail later.”

Tail? You don’t have time to question that before he returns to the box and comes back holding more items. He holds up a pink leather collar with a silver heart shaped ring in the center, then places it around your neck. It’s a little tight, but not overly uncomfortable. He hooks something to the heart ring, and you realize he’s holding a silver chain with a pink leather handle that matches your collar. Is this a fucking leash?! 

Of course Gojo is into some freaky shit. Of course! 

“What is this?” you ask, touching the collar with your fingertips, lightly pulling it from your skin to see if it stretches at all. It doesn’t. 

“I never told you my specialty, did I?” he says, stepping toward his bed. “It’s pet play. Which means you’re my pet for the next six weeks.”

Oh God. This is going to be worse than you imagined. 

As he moves to his bed, he lightly tugs on the leash, pulling you along with him. When he sits down, he pats his lap. “Sit,” he says. You don’t know if it’s a suggestion or a command, so you just stand there, still trying to cover yourself. He pulls on the leash, a little harder this time, and says again in a deeper voice, “Sit.”

You don’t think you’ve ever had real physical contact with him before. Maybe when you were trying to retrieve something he’d taken from you, but that was so quick and frantic, you don’t think it counted. But you have no choice, so you step closer and slowly lower yourself onto one of his thighs. You’re bracing yourself for some kind of joke about how heavy you are, but he just grins at you as one of his hands, the one not holding the leash, begins rubbing and groping all over your body. 

“You’re so squishy,” he says, squeezing one of your breasts. His hand is warm, but you can’t help cringing. You’ve been groped over your clothes before, but this is the first time a man has touched your bare chest. And it had to be fucking Gojo. 

He moves his hand down your stomach, and you stiffen in his lap, hating that he’s seeing and touching everything you’ve ever wanted to hide. But those thoughts evaporate when his hand slips between your legs. If you were stiff before, you’re absolutely frozen now. You close your eyes tightly, turning your face away from him, but he tugs on the leash and says, “Look at me. Look me in the eyes.”

You open your eyes and glance at him, only to find yourself locked in his gaze. God, those eyes. He knows they make people weak. He knows exactly what he’s doing. It feels like he’s staring deeply into your soul as one of his fingers slides between your folds and strokes your clit. 

Your body jolts, and you instinctively try to scoot away from his hand, but he’s holding you firmly in place. Your clit has always been extremely sensitive, so much that you can’t even bear to directly touch it while masturbating. 

Gojo notices immediately. “Have you always been this sensitive?”

He gives the leash another tug, making you look him in the eyes again. You nod. His finger keeps rubbing you, making you whimper. 

“Why are you acting so scared of me?” he asks. “We’ve known each other for years. You know I’m not going to hurt you.”

You just then realize you’re trembling, still trying to get away from his hand, pathetic little sounds coming from your mouth. Of course you’re scared! This man hates you, and he’s currently playing with the most tender spot on your whole body! But you can’t say that out loud. You shake your head and say, “I’m just… not used to stuff like this…”

His finger switches to rubbing circles around your clit, which gives you a small bit of relief. “Oh come on. Your old boyfriends must have had a lot of fun with such a sensitive little clit.”

You’re still shaking, and you try to look away, but he tugs the leash again. 

“Hey, don’t break eye contact!”

You look back at him. You hate looking at those eyes. They take you back to a time and place you’d rather forget. And even worse, they awaken feelings in you that you’ve fought hard to bury. 

“So?” he asks. “Didn’t any of your boyfriends know how to pleasure you?”

“N-no,” you answer. 

“Really?” He has a confused look on his face for a moment as he regards you, his finger still circling your clit, his eyes watching your reactions. “Wait. Have you ever even been touched like this before?”

When you don’t answer, he tugs on the leash again. 

“No,” you finally say, feeling like you want the ground to open up and swallow you. He’s just getting more and more material for making fun of you later. 

His eyes widen, and he says under his breath, “Oh fuck.”

His finger begins rubbing your clit directly again, causing you to jerk and gasp. He’s staring at you, forcing you to maintain eye contact through this whole degrading situation. “Someone told me something interesting a while back,” he says, his face suddenly looking serious. “They said you had a crush on me in high school. Is that true?”

“No!” you yell, tearing your eyes away from him. The only possible way this situation could be worse is if Gojo knew how you felt about him. He’d never let you live it down! He’d mock your feelings mercilessly! 

“What a reaction!” he says, making you look at him again. “Don’t look away now. Look me in the eyes and tell me you never had feelings for me.”

Locked in his gaze, words fail you. You can feel your cheeks heating up, and you know the truth must be written all over your panicked face. 

A grin spreads over his face again. “Say it,” he says, giving the leash another tug and rubbing your clit harder, faster. 

You cry out, squirming under his touch and his stare. Your breaths catch in your throat, but he’s not going to stop until you answer him. 

“I did! I did… have feelings for you!”

His finger slows but doesn’t stop. He gives you a strange look, one you’ve never seen on his smug face before. “Oh man. I wish I would’ve known back then.”

Why? So he could’ve made your life even more miserable? You feel tears coming on, but you’re still being forced to look him in the eyes. You can’t imagine how any of this could possibly be more hellish. 

“But, hey, you’re here with me now,” he says. “We can make up for lost time. I’m gonna make sure you remember these six weeks for the rest of your life. I bet you’re excited, huh? The guy you had a crush on is gonna be fucking you every day! You’ll be sucking my cock all the time. I bet you can’t wait for me to cum in that cute mouth! And I’ll play with this suuuuper sensitive little clit every day!”

You sniffle as tears start to leak out. Why is he saying all this? Just to torment you? All the while, you’re feeling the most intense pleasure you’ve ever felt in your life. You’re going to cum right here while your bully watches, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. 

Gojo is still watching you intently, those accursed eyes almost glowing, not allowing you to look away. “I know, I know it feels good,” he says in a soothing voice, his finger relentless. “I bet you’ve never felt like this before, huh? It’s okay. Just ride it out. You’re gonna feel this same pleasure every day from now on.”

It’s all too much. His heavenly eyes locked onto yours, his sultry voice in your ear, his hand at your pussy, him pulling the leash so that your face is almost touching his. You can’t hold back any longer, and an earth shattering orgasm washes over your body. The moan you let out turns into a sob, and you’re left crying freely, your body shaking. 

Gojo watches the whole thing, and once you finally go still in his lap, he removes his hand and wraps his arm around you. “Now wasn’t that fun?” he asks, either oblivious to how totally overwhelmed you are or just sadistically enjoying it. Then he suddenly jerks the leash forward, causing your mouth to crash into his. He kisses you deeply, his tongue in your mouth, his hot breath melding with your own. It’s the kind of kiss you share with a lover, not… whatever nightmare this is. It’s probably his idea of a sick joke. 

“Now,” he says after breaking the kiss, “want me to fuck this virgin pussy?”

You feel dazed, like your mind is going blank. You don’t even care any more. Let him mock you. At least his touch feels good, physically. It’s not like you have a choice in any of this. 

“Yeah,” you mutter as he eases you off his lap. 

“You have to say it properly, Chubby Bunny,” he says, standing up. 

Numbly, you lower your eyes and say, “Please fuck my virgin pussy.”

“Okay, Bunny. Get on the bed.”

You stand there for a moment, feeling lost and vulnerable and uncertain. You don’t even know what you want anymore. Once upon a time, you daydreamed about the idea of losing your virginity to Gojo. You fantasized about him making love to you in some unrealistic romantic setting. So yes, some part of you does want to be fucked by him. But it’s a part you hate. 

While you hesitate, Gojo unbuttons his pants, not bothering to take his shirt off. Then he pulls his dick out, and all the fog from your brain instantly clears. 

Holy shit. Oh fuck. That dick is unnaturally huge. It makes your ex boyfriend look tiny by comparison. How the hell is that monster of a dick going to fit inside you?! 

He notices you staring and gives you the smuggest grin you’ve seen yet. “Like it? This is the cock that’s gonna pop your cherry. Take a good look.”

You hate to admit it. You really really hate to. But that is one beautiful dick. The color, the shape, even the extravagant size… it turns you on.  So fuck it. Let him do as he pleases. You start to climb onto the bed, and he adds more instructions. 

“Get on your hands and knees, and face away from me.”  

He’s going to take you from behind? On your first time? You’re not sure how you feel about that, but you do as he said. After you get into position, he scoots you back closer to the end of the bed, and stands behind you. You feel his hands groping your ass as he says, “I know you want me to fuck your pussy, and I will. But right now, I really want another one of your firsts.”

“What?” you ask, turning to look back at him. 

He has a bottle of some kind of liquid or ointment in his hand, and he squeezes some out. You feel it hit the crack of your ass, and then his fingers spreading your cheeks and rubbing it in. Wait, is this lube? 

“H-hey! What are you doing?!”

He gives you a dazzling smile. “I’m prepping you, Bunny. I told you I wouldn’t hurt you, remember?”

“This is definitely gonna hurt!” you screech. “There’s no way that huge dick will fit!”

He gives your ass a light, playful smack. “Calm down. I have a lot of experience with this stuff. It’ll feel great, I promise. Now take a deep breath.”

“Wait-“

“Here we go!”

Your body tenses up as you feel his tip pressing on your asshole. It starts to slip in, and you shudder as you feel the first inch. 

Behind you, Gojo rubs and squeezes the fat of your ass. “Hey, you have to relax. It really will hurt if you stay so tense.”

You take several deep breaths, trying to force your body to loosen up. He slides in a little more, slowly, and then stops. It doesn’t feel like he’s all the way in, but he starts making shallow thrusts. 

It’s uncomfortable, even unpleasant, but it’s not painful. After a while, you hear his voice again. “I’m going in a little deeper, okay?”

You squeak out an “Okay” just before he pushes further in. You feel your ass stretching to accommodate him, and the first hints of pain as he goes even deeper, then starts to pump in and out of you. 

He moves slowly at first, but gradually speeds up, and goes deeper still. How big is he?! It feels like he’ll never be fully in. 

“Ahh… fuck… you said it wouldn’t hurt!” you cry out. 

Gojo suddenly yanks on the leash, pulling you up, arching your back. His free hand reaches around to grab your tit. “I said to relax,” he breathes into your ear. “Just enjoy it. Stop fighting your feelings.”

Again, you try to relax your ass as he continues thrusting into you. It helps, but it’s still uncomfortable. You close your eyes and try to think about how you felt in high school, how you felt the day you first saw him. He was so beautiful, you almost thought he wasn’t human. He surrounded himself with other beautiful people, and you knew those gorgeous eyes of his would never even look your direction. 

Now that impossibly beautiful person is fucking you, not in the way you’d hoped, but he’s still inside you, still gripping your flesh, still grunting out lusty sounds with each thrust. He’s enjoying this. It’s probably just because he gets some kind of thrill from doing something humiliating to you, but the fact remains that Gojo Satoru is enjoying fucking you. 

Thinking these thoughts makes his cock in your ass feel good. It makes your pussy wet. Eventually, it makes you cum, your body going weak as Gojo releases his hold on the leash and you fall face first onto the mattress. Your ass is still up, and Gojo is still pounding it, over and over until you hear him sharply inhale, and then his pulsing cock releases a stream of cum inside you. 

After he’s completely empty, he pulls out, and you fully collapse onto the bed, exhausted. 

********************

Gojo pants as he looks down at Chubby Bunny, at the plush ass he just came inside. Fuck, she’s so cute! 

He lets her rest for a little while before he goes to the corner of the room and pulls out a large, round pet bed. He places it on the floor beside his own bed and waits until she sits up and looks at him. 

“You’ll be sleeping here,” he says, pointing to the pet bed. 

She stares at it as if she’s taking a moment to process it. Then she shrugs as if nothing surprises her anymore. 

After they both clean up in the bathroom, Chubby Bunny curls up in the pet bed. She’s wearing adorable pink pajamas, and Gojo gives her a blanket before getting into bed himself. Before turning out the light, he hooks his end of the leash onto a knob he’d installed on the side of his nightstand. 

“What if I have to go to the bathroom?” she asks. 

“Then wake me up,” Gojo says with a smile. 

“You’re not going with me, are you?”

“Nah, I’ll just unhook your leash until you come back.”

She looks relieved as she makes herself comfortable. Gojo watches her until she seemingly falls asleep, still not quite believing she’s here, with him. He really wants her to sleep in his bed with him, to feel her soft, squeezable body against his all night, but he is still her trainer. He can’t neglect his duty. So he goes to sleep, excited for tomorrow. 

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[lordelmelloi2]

we need help again...

I hate hate hate hate to make this post but we could really use some help. Mostly because I am uninsured until my job opens enrollment for its health insurance in June and on the eve of us signing the apartment lease tomorrow, I have contracted strep throat from my coworkers. Hooray!

I'm gonna try and get an appointment at the community health center doctor's tomorrow because I straight up don't have the money or time to go to the CVS minuteclinic across the street. They said it was $139 for a strep appointment without insurance, I said hell no... If I wait another day I can try and get a sliding scale $40 appt at the doctors. Right now is just stressful because we need money and because they didn't give us our security deposit back I'm not going to have enough money for my bills the beginning of the month. Plus there are literally THREE prescriptions I have asides from however much a Z pack will likely cost and one of them is an ointment from a compound pharmacy that I don't have money to pay for~!!!! 😭😭😭

Asides from that I am afraid that we miscalculated how much we have for rent for May so I'm trying to see about covering those costs so we aren't paying 3 days late into the month of May for our May rent first month. I really don't want to have a bad first impression with these people. They've been very kind to us so far with renting this new place but I don't want to push the limits.

I've already asked my dad for help but he wasn't able to spare enough for us to be totally covered + he needs me to pay him back by August. During the month of April I also applied to multiple credit unions for personal loans and got rejected...

So my total expenses are:

- Medication/Doctor's visit (including pre-existing prescriptions that I haven't had the money to pick up) ($160)

- Phone bill ($75 for this first month, should be going down next month as verizon charges my account with different coding)

- costs for rent/move (like hopefully $200 idk. I think we can swing the last hundred)

In addition: Because of my history of struggling with commissions due to my psychiatric disability, I don't really want to do this but if you donate a sum above $100 you can ask me to digitally paint something for you. Please no complicated requests or anything since I've been struggling with art for years now from depression/anxiety etc. but I would feel indebted to you if I didn't do anything. If this is something you'd like please DM me/send me an ask off anon.

* As for why we have been so financially fucked this month. Our current apartment complex (yes the one with the leaks, roaches, harmful construction noises etc.) has kept our security deposit which has us out $300 that we could've used towards the new place. They have fucked us over one last time.

My paypal as always is at: paypal.me/roseod

And please share if you can. Every reblog/donation of even a small amount is appreciated. Thank you all so much for supporting me.

[cowgirlcasanova]

LIQUOR & LONLINESS

pairing | arthur morgan x fem! oc

summary | arthur sees caroline alone by the fire and gives her some company. caroline can’t stand seeing him so exhausted and tries to take some weight off his shoulders

tags | fluff, flirting but everyone denies it, two idiots pretending not to be in love, fireside chat, massage, cute nervous arthur

word count | 2.5k

a/n | hi bffs! this is my first time ever publishing a fic! i’ve been trying to get back into creative writing again so here we are. please be nice to me ok? :)

i plan on publishing more arthur fics with this oc, building up their world/relationship & revealing her backstory. i just always think it’s so fun to read about ocs so i thought i’d give it a try! so this is a little introduction. hope you like it <3

A small sliver of the moon peeked through the clouds reflecting off the bay surrounding Clemens Point.

The glow of the moon and the dying firelight contrasted beautifully on Carolines face, something Arthur couldn’t help but take notice of as he gazed at her from under the awning of his wagon.

He couldn’t force himself to revert his gaze, completely enthralled by the way the shadows danced across her at the smallest of movements. He was already picturing the angle in which he’d have to move his pencil to even attempt at sketching the sight of the warm and cool light dueling on her face. Arthur cursed himself under his breath at the mere thought of filling another page in his journal with her face, something he’d found himself doing far too often these days.

“Arthur you miserable fool.” He muttered to himself, grimacing as he stretched out his overworked body and rose off his cot.

Caroline sat alone, unsure if the heat she was feeling was radiating from the ebbing fire or from the burn of the dark liquor making its way through her system. She stuck to taking small sips of her glass of bourbon, feeling a strange guilt for drinking it in the first place.

As the only member of the Van Der Linde gang to have advanced medical knowledge it all fell on her to heal their various ailments. She often had just enough supplies to keep everyone afloat, but having the law after you constantly made it a challenge to get your hands on much needed medicine. So, she’d save what she could and turn to liquor as her medicine of choice, trying to save all the expensive tonics and remedies for the traumas that really needed it. Bill complaining of a back injury? Whiskey. The days that Hosea's cough seemed to worsen? Whiskey. Even using whiskey as a last ditch effort to warm John after his wolf attack. She always tried her best to stay out of her own medicinal stash of liquor, But, some nights she wanted the peace that came with the burn of whiskey. Tonight was one of those nights.

“Hey there, Miss Caroline.” Arthurs gruff voice breaks through the unusually silent night. The smell of the burning fire filled his nose as he got closer. He approaches her with a courteous nod, running a hand across his growing stubble.

“Mind if I join ya?” He removed his banged up hat, holding it close over his chest, a small sign of respect toward the lady that did go unnoticed by her. Rarely anything he did went unnoticed by her.

She smiled up at him with the warm smile she always wore, but something about it made him feel like that sweet smile was just for him everytime. Though he’d never let himself believe something as foolish as that. When she turned to look at him the shadows on her face stopped battling and the warm light of the fire covered her completely. From Arthurs vantage point it almost looked as if she was glowing.

“Please do.”

He moves as gently as he can for his size, taking his seat next to her on the old log the gang has fashioned into a bench. His usual confidence was tempered by something softer while next to her. His leg brushes against her knee, as he sits down, a reminder of how close you two are. The weight of his knee was pushing the scratchy material of her skirt against her leg and yet, she can’t bring herself to move her leg away from the tiny space they share. In the harsh life she's suddenly found herself thrown into, although by her own actions. She finds herself craving affection and touch more and more everyday. A gentle touch. Not a casual pat on the shoulder from Dutch or a clap on the back from Sean. Something with meaning behind it, with care and tenderness.

When Arthurs leg stays planted firmly, their knees barely brushing, her heart aches at the thought that the ever so tough man beside her may be feeling the same.

"you doin’ alright this evenin’, caroline?” He asks, his voice softer than usual. His eyes moved across her face, taking in the closeness and her warmth that he was now admiring up close.

“Im doin’ just fine. How ‘bout yourself?” Her sickeningly sweet southern accent hits his ears, making him unable to stop a smile from tugging at his lips.

“I’ve been worse.”

“Long day I take it?” She asks, sipping from her glass, not diverting her gaze from him. Her face takes on a concerned expression. He has to glance away from the look she gives him, deflecting his eyes to the fire. Something about the way she looked at him always seemed so soft and genuine. It turned him into a fool everytime.

“Ain’t they all.” He drawls, letting out a self deprecating chuckle.

Arthur stretches out his sore, muscled arms in front of him in an effort to work out the constant deep ache that his overworked body feels. His biceps flex through the thin material of his button up shirt, the material looking like it could give way any moment, unintentionally drawing Caroline's eye. Her heart speeds up as she takes another sip from her glass, doing her best to quiet her thoughts of him with liquor. A quiet, painful groan slips from his mouth at the movement. He closes his eyes and rolls his neck to try and soothe discomfort.

“Did’ya hurt yourself?” She asks swiftly, her voice filling with immediate concern. Arthur scolded himself, trying to push down the warmth he felt over her worrying for him. It was her job.

His eyes warmed at her concern, making her wonder if it was the pain or her that caused the change. She hoped it was the latter. “my shoulder just been actin’ up on me. nothin’ for you to fuss about.”

“Well, if ya keep throwin’ your weight around it ain’t never gon’ heal.” She laughed softly, shaking her head as if she was scolding the tough and hardened man beside her.

He made a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a groan, hating to be reminded of how often he seemed to be caught in some violent altercation nowadays. He hated it more coming from Caroline, the sweetest woman he knows. He couldn't help but feel like she should loathe him and this life. That she should turn heel and run while she still had a chance at a good life. Maybe even being able to settle down with a rich man somewhere, raise a family. The things a woman like her should be able to do. Not running with a gang of criminals.

“It ain’t the “throwing my weight around,” He says chuckling, repeating her choice of wording. “I’m just gettin’ old”

“Oh, you are not gettin’ old you silly man!” She whacked his arm playfully, the sound making a weak thump because of her carefulness, taking extra precaution to hit his forearm and not his sore shoulder.

All he musters out is a small lighthearted scoff at her strike, which felt more like a love tap.

“It ain’t age! It's all that punchin’ you're doing.” A weak attempt at chastising him, but she's not able to keep the smile off her lips long enough. “And yes, I did hear about that fight at the saloon.”

He looked over at her and the way she clicked her tongue in disapproval. She was still wearing that same smile. He couldn’t help but chuckle when she raised her eyebrows at him, the expression playfully reprimanding him and silently telling him that she was owed an answer.

“Yeah, I guessed you would’ve heard about it. But, they were was askin’ for it.” He felt an odd sense of understanding when she didn’t disagree with him but instead laughed and shook her head affectionately. “I'm sure they was.” Maybe she didn’t see him and his life as horribly as he thought.

“I guess maybe I can be a hotheaded fool sometimes.” He spoke, berating himself under the appearance of a good humored joke.

“That you certainly can be.” She chuckled, with a warm grin. He heard no malice in her words.

The way Arthur sits with his shoulders hunched forward, It's obvious he’s tired, sore, and overworked. It breaks her heart, the way he does so much for others here just to end up sitting here aching internally and externally.

“C’mere,” She gestures to the dirt ground under her feet. “Let me see what I can do for ya.” the pleading in her voice sounds like this is just as much for her as it is for him.

He doesn't want to. Making her work for him? No, it should be the other way. For a girl like her, he should be spending every waking minute running around making sure she has everything she could possibly want.

Before he can turn down her offer, she snaps her fingers, pointing at the same spot. She won't allow him to put himself last this time.

“Yes ma’am” He chuckles at her unusual assertiveness.

She carefully lays her hand on his shoulder, as if she was checking to make sure he wouldn’t flee like a wild horse the moment he felt her touch. Once certain, she rolls the pad of her thumb over his sore muscle, taking great care to be gentle. Like there was something she cherished under hands. The fabric of his shirt moves along with the movement of her thumb, stopping her hands from being able to touch his skin.

His broad shoulders relax under her touch, goosebumps rising over his skin when she touches him so delicately. He’s grateful for the shirt covering him so she can’t feel the way his skin reacts so easily to her touch. His head hangs forward as he lets out a quiet groan of contentment, relishing in the feeling. Whether it's the feeling of the sore muscle being worked loose or the feeling of being cared for so sweetly he’s not so sure. She peers down at his face and sees his eyes flutter closed as she continues her soothing movement. Her eyes were stuck on his face as he relaxed for the first time.

The smile lines around his mouth made it obvious he wore a warm expression often no matter how tough he looked at a moment's glance. His aging eyes were developing small wrinkles on the outer corners from years of squinting in the sun and all the times his bountiful laugh trailed up to his eyes. He always smelled of tobacco and ash, even his scent exuded warmth if you're able to get close enough to notice.

Arthur Morgan, The man who could make statues talk. He didn’t look intimidating to her, he rarely ever did but, especially not in the vulnerable position she’s seeing him in now. In their closeness, she could see the way the longer pieces of his growing stubble had a small curl to them, The way he had a few tiny freckles across the bridge of his nose, presumably from being in the sun his whole life. She realized he didn’t look so sad for once, he looked peaceful. And she was the one making him feel that way.

“That helpin’ at all?” She asks quietly, close enough to him that he feels her breath against his ear.

He nods sleepily, angling his neck to the left to stretch the muscle she’s working on. With the more exposed area, she runs her thumb along his neck, landing just under his jaw bone. He lets out a low, content murmur to answer her. “Mhmm” With her hands on him, she can feel the vibration of his rumble throughout her.

“Alrigh’, jus’ relax.” She whispers, her calm voice mixing with the sound of the crackling fire and the waves of the bay lapping quietly.

He lets out quiet, low groans here and there. The rumble in his voice suggests the sound is emanating from somewhere deep in his chest. His head hangs in his calm state, being enveloped in warm light.

Although this was meant to help him, she could feel it soothing her as well. She craved tenderness so deeply that this moment felt like a relief from all the toughness around her. She wasn’t just offering gentleness, she was receiving it. Arthur trusted her touch and surrendered to it. In this intimate moment, he let her be gentle and soft. For now that’s what she needed.

Even though his hands weren't on her at all, she felt as though they may as well could've been.

“That should help it at least.” She feathers her massage off, now just gently running a soothing hand over the muscle. “I don’t wanna end up aggravatin’ it more.”

He rolls his neck as he stands back up, positioning himself on the log once more. “Felt real nice. Thank ya” She feels his hand pat against her knee, gently squeezing it. Her leg felt cold after the loss of contact, even through a layer of fabric. A chill goes through her entire body. She's grateful for the long skirt covering her legs so he can’t feel the goosebumps across them.

“Don't mention it.” She says dismissively, although her heart is hammering in her chest. She takes a sip from her glass hoping he’ll believe the alcohol is the reason for the redness washing over the apples of her cheeks. “Just glad it did ya some good.”

“You’re a damn fine nurse, Caroline” A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, looking almost jovial in nature. He doesn’t look so tense anymore. His shoulders fall in a more relaxed manner and the fire casts long bronze shadows over him, creating contours on his face that give his usually piercing eyes a new kind of gentleness.

“Well thank you Mr. Morgan” She beams at him, happy that her work is noticed. Especially by him. She’s constantly half exhausted with all she does in camp, fixing every small ailment that anyone complains of. And yet, shes not bringing in money or doing “domestic chores” so, Grimshaw sees no worth in her. “I do my best to keep you boys alive.” She laughs.

He scoffs with a lighthearted chuckle at her calling him “Mr. Morgan” He turns his gaze to the fire, watching it dance for a few moments before his eyes flicker down to his hands, looking at them with distant thought. “We’d probably be in a lot worse shape without ya…”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” She laughs bashfully. She’s never been one to accept a compliment easily. But, something about the sincerity his voice holds always manages to make her consider that it could be the truth. She laughs again, shaking her head as if she was physically shaking the thought out. “Now, any other ways you’ve gone and gotten yourself hurt that I should know about?” Her eyebrows raise playfully.

The same scoff leaves his mouth, along with a low chuckle. “No, nothin’ else. Not now at least.”

“Well stop goin’ and gettin’ yourself hurt and maybe it’ll stay that way.” A warm smile bloomed across her face. He couldn’t help but notice the way a small crinkle formed across the bridge of her nose when she laughed. The sight captivated him too much, she seemed almost holy to him.

“I’ll try. No promises” He said with a chuckle that sounded from deep within his chest. “But, I'll try for you.”

[copperbadge]

Radio Free Monday

Good morning everyone, and welcome to Radio Free Monday!

Ways to Give:

bread-tab linked to a fundraiser for boyfriend Tobin, who is raising funds to replace his wheelchair; they are a low-income disabled queer couple, and his insurance is refusing to cover mobility aids. You can read more and reblog here or support the fundraiser here.

Anon linked to a fundraiser for creations-by-chaosfay, who has been dealing with chronic hand pain and has recently identified equipment that would make it possible for her to quilt on a regular machine as if it were a special quilting machine; she received the equipment but it doesn't fit her particular machine, so she needs to purchase a new one as she can't do any hand quilting. You can read more, reblog, and find information on the machine and other support purchases here.

merpancake is raising funds to cover bills after missing work around the anniversary of his father's death, including covering extra costs for his mother; he's taking commissions via DMs/asks at artcake or Merpancake on discord, and also taking donations via paypal here.

Buy Stuff, Help Out:

sailorsol linked to beloved-monarch, who is taking commissions to raise emergency funds for unexpected vet and mechanic bills; they make crochet plushies for various fandoms including Star Wars, TMNT, MCU, and Transformers, and also have some ready-made stock. They've managed to raise enough to cover rent but a cushion is always helpful; you can read more, reblog, and find commission information here.

News to Know:

rionsanura, who is the cover artist on the Meg Boudoun cover of Star Spangled Man from an old fanfic of mine, is working on an album and hopes to have information up about it soon; Sanura's a longtime fandom friend and makes great music, so I can heartily recommend; if you want more news you can follow the Instagram for the band here.

Recurring Needs:

chingaderita is still facing multiple expenses including for water during a drought, medical equipment and medication for family, and food for a family of nine. You can read more, reblog, and support the fundraiser here.

rilee16 is raising funds to get out of an abusive home situation, where their roommate has been harassing them and vandalizing their belongings; they are trying to move out but need funds to do so. You can read more, reblog, and find giving information here.

And this has been Radio Free Monday! Thank you for your time. You can post items for my attention at the Radio Free Monday submissions form. If you're new to fundraising, you may want to check out my guide to fundraising here.

[jplupineislost]

This....sucks.

So I've briefly mentioned some of this stuff before but given my current circumstances, I think some transparency might be needed. I could potentially be homeless soon and I'm at the end of my rope.

Under the cut will be how I ended up in this position with some potentially triggering topics [harassment, assault, abuse] Links to help me keep my home are at the very end if you want to skip the triggering parts.

Around two years ago, I was living in an apartment with my mother through government assisted housing. Between the both of us, our combined incomes were far beneath the poverty line even for a one person household. We're both disabled, so our methods of getting income are limited. The apartment became a health hazard to my mother because of neighbors stealing packages that contained medical supplies and upstairs neighbors nearly constantly smoking cigarettes and weed with the smoke coming down to our apartment through the connected vents.

The smoke was so strong that it stuck to our clothes and doctors would run secret drug tests because they thought we were lying about not doing drugs. We both have asthma, but mine is not as severe whereas Ma also has COPD and was having to do daily breathing treatments due to the smoke. We did everything we could to get it to stop including contacting management to see if they could talk to the neighbors about smoking outside instead of inside; we were essentially told we either had to just deal with it or move. This is on top of the same neighbors causing several floods from their apartment into ours. Given our financial situation, there was nowhere we could go.

Ma's health started getting worse from the smoke to the point that her doctor's told us that we needed to move or she could be put in a home. So with no money to live anywhere else, it was looking as if Ma would be taken away and I would be left homeless.

Our situation was taken advantage of by someone Ma thought she could trust. An old friend she had known and lost contact with but found again years later had agreed to help us move by all three of us getting a house and splitting the bills based on income. It seemed like the perfect solution; space, no more smoke, and the ability to install disability aids- the apartments had not allowed us to make the apartment accessible, which led to several injuries over the time we lived there. I had managed to save income tax + stimulus money that was just enough for a home inspection and other necessary expenses, so I covered those with the agreement that Ma's friend would pay me back for his part. He never did.

We managed to get a house- one that turned out to not even be up to code but it was too late to back out now, which put me into dept with loans to fix. There are still many repairs needing to be done, but those have no choice but to wait.

Moving in, MF said the place he lived prior had bedbugs but he had treated his things already so not to worry about it. He lied. The back bedroom got an infestation we had no money to get rid of, leaving us to resort to cheap sprays that did very little. It also became quickly apparent that MF was incredibly irresponsible with money; he would spend hundreds of dollars on unnecessary expenses from video game loot to luxury items. He frequently was late on bills that usually fell to me to pay off with whatever savings I had, so anytime I had a savings, it would be gone shortly after so that things like utilities would not be cut off.

Conflict and arguments became common over various things. MF was barely less than a stranger to me, but I tried to be polite and get to know him. The more I talked to him, the more I became uncomfortable. He was a sexist pig who laughed about beating one of his exes.

And now we were stuck living with him. MF is also disabled and took advantage of that as well. He was manipulative and would put up the image of 'poor disabled white man' to get out of trouble who knows how many times at this point. Ma secretly got into contact with some of his past partners and people who lived with him, and they had pretty consistent stories; he made their lives Hell. He called them all crazy and jealous, but given the fact that he was also making our lives Hell, it was clear he was a liar. Every time he got caught lying and called out on it, he tried to gaslight us.

MF escalated his behavior knowing we had nowhere else to go and no money to do so. He tried pushing boundaries with me, getting too close when I was bent over and had my hands preoccupied or when I wore certain clothes. I would immediately tell him to not get that close to me and he would react negatively with anger and trying to make it out as if I was overreacting.

My mother is not as confident in enforcing boundaries as I am. She wanted to 'keep the peace' but was being abused when I wasn't in the room. I didn't find out until much later when she ended up physically injured with bruised ribs. This was also when her doctors found out how dangerous our living situation was.

Then Ma had major surgery for health related reasons. She was in and out of the ICU for over a week recovering, and the entire time, MF was going to the hospital and telling the doctors/nurses all sorts of lies from being Ma's boyfriend to husband, took me off her emergency contact, and refused to tell me what was happening to her. MF would up and leave without warning, and because of my work and other factors, I could not go see Ma while he was there. One day I told MF that we would go see Ma together so that I could actually get to see her in recovery.

The next morning when we were supposed to go, he left early by himself without saying a word. I had to take my little brother to work 'cause he didn't have a car and had to prioritize that so my brother wouldn't lose pay or his job. When I got to the hospital afterward, I had a suspicion and went to the front desk to ask where Ma was before I went anywhere. Found out then that MF had also lied about what room Ma was in. When I get there, a nurse was checking on Ma and asks who I am. I tell him, and he turns to MF and asks "Is this the one you said wasn't coming?" I was seething. Ended up having a breakdown shortly after because I finally learned what all was happening with Ma.

Ma's doctors and social workers, after several months, were able to find a way to get MF out of the house. He was given the options of leaving and owing only $500 a month in mortgage or being taken away by police. He didn't leave until the day before he would be forcibly removed. He stole several items of ours while leaving junk and spare furniture behind. Him leaving behind furniture was not out of kindness, but another way to lie and play the victim to people who didn't know what was happening. 'They kicked me out and stole my things' is the gist of what he told others so they would pity him and give him money/luxury items.

Since he was only obligated to pay $500 in mortgage, Ma and I had to figure out how to pay the bills he had been covering while living there. We managed it, but we could not cover that $500 with our incomes. MF did not pay that $500 and hasn't in over a year. We've been scrambling month after month to cover it. I got a better job and still can't cover it. We tried to seek legal action to hold MF to his contractual obligation of the $500....he put himself into a temporary hold at a mental clinic to be deemed 'incompetent' at the time. He's hopped around places to not be found, all the while threatening us and trying to sell the house while we're still living here.

He told us that he only has to wait it out until we have no choice left but to sell the house and he'll get his cut due to being a partial 'buyer'. Several times he even showed up without warning, coming into the fenced yard, digging through our trash, and getting into the shed. He only stopped as far as we know when threatened with the police.

For the past year, we've been struggling to cover his $500 and facing potential homelessness every month. We've been managing by the skin of our teeth, but it's looking as if our options are running out. Then with him trying to sell the house from under us, he may be able to succeed if we can't pay the mortgage, which will get him even more money than what he's already stolen from us. We're working on taking him off the mortgage, but that is taking time we may not have. We also can't legally get a roommate due to our state laws.

So I'm asking for help. If y'all could commission me, get stickers/magnets/etc. from my Redbubble shop, or donate through my Ko-fi, that would be greatly appreciated. Even just reblogging could help. I'm doing whatever I can to not lose my home.

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[simslegacy5083]

NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 9 Ep. 108: Bad Timing, Tough Choices

Arriving back on the island from their aborted trip, Noemi ran herself a bath, hoping the warm water would sooth her contractions.

Following behind her Luigi grabbed the mail and discovered their bills had arrived. The amount they owed made his blood run cold. He knew at a glance the balance due far exceeded what moving (and decorating) had left in their poor depleted bank account.

He’d just sat down at the computer to try and figure out what to do when Noemi interrupted him. She told him she knew the midwife was expensive, and they’d agreed to wait until she’d been in labor for awhile to call them, but she would feel better if they went ahead and called them now.

Her water had already broken, her contractions were regular, and she was worried about how things were going and how far she still had to go. Maybe it would be best to have a medical professional nearby sooner rather than later to keep an eye on things.

Luigi didn’t know what to say. They already couldn’t pay their bills, and asking the midwife to come over would make that deficit worse for every hour they worked. He did his best to soothe Noemi, offering her a massage and suggesting that they wait just a little while longer.

He gently kneaded her back, wincing himself each time she moaned in discomfort. As he worked his mind raced around in circles, full of recriminations for his stupidity spending all their simoleons and concerns about how he could avoid ruining his loves carefully thought-out birth plan.

When Noemi was all massaged out Luigi led her to the bedroom to “try and rest for awhile”. After tucking her in tight he went back into the study, turned on some music to clear his head, and logged onto the net. He had to find a way to make some quick cash.

He scoured the Llamacorn Listserve for a freelance side job that would bring in what they needed, but there was nothing close to paying enough fast enough. Then, out of nowhere, an entirely different idea occurred to him.

 He’d won the hack-a-thon at Geekcon… maybe instead of finding a job on the venerable website he could hack it?

The listserv acted as a payment processor for many of its one-shot side jobs. He was sure that with access to their systems he could redirect some of those simoleons to his own account to cover their bills.

He would take only what they needed and “report the problem” as soon as they earned enough from their new jobs to return the money.

Luigi wrestled with his conscience in the empty room. The beautiful girl resting in his bed had convinced him he wasn’t evil. Would doing this to save her birthing experience just make things worse later? Would she still love him if he was caught stealing? Did he have any other, less evil, choice?

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[alice-steel]

I'm a disabled trans woman currently living with my underpaid and overworked partner off their income as we wait for the beurocracy to agree that I'm disabled and give me the benefits I paid in for the ~10 years I worked before accepting that I'm disabled. Our day-to-day budget, while tight, is functional. However we are so poor as to only get medical insurance through medicaid and to live in the state of Missouri which both already had an explicit exclusion of trans surgeries from Medicaid and recently passed a bill which doubles down on that exclusion and adds in an exclusion for HRT as well.

I've been in touch with a trans legal aid group who said they'd be willing to help with pursuing legal action regarding the old exclusion once I get a direct rejection of the prior authorization I've requested. However, I don't really want to go through the stress of that whole process if I can help it at this point so I'm redoubling .y efforts to get help paying for surgery out of pocket. I've already had a consultation with Dr. Loren Schechter at Rush in Chicago and have all the required medical letters so basically the only thing keeping me from getting surgery scheduled is a lack of funding.

If possible, I would also love to get together enough to just move to the Chicago area, but that's not my priority right now.

I don't currently have a confirmed price estimate for the surgery itself or really any of the related expenses but based on the information I've seen from others I'm guessing it's going to be around $10k-20k. I have no expectation of being able to raise that much from people here, or anywhere else I might share this but I hope to raise enough that I can manage to get a loan to cover the rest.

Donation channels:

Cashapp: $AliceSteelTDD

PayPal: alicesteeltdd

FBPay: message me for link

Crypto: fuck that shit

Others will be added upon request so long as the channel seems trustworthy.

I will update this post as I receive donations and/or details on the actual expected costs.

$0/$10,000

Update: I just received a good faith estimate. The estimate says it will cost $50,615 to them with half up front. Beyond that, I'll also need to cover travel and living expenses for a few months in the area for recovery and follow-up appointments, which I'm guesstimating at around $4.5k. I guess the numbers I'd heard before were after insurance coverage. I've updated the target to $55,000 accordingly. I have yet to receive any aid, so the progress remains at $0.

Update 2: So I got an insurance quote that would cover surgery and everything and if we (my partner and I) could get a loan for $18k with $400/mo payments for 5 years we would be completely set. The problem is our bank will only loan AT MOST 3 months of her gross pay, which is like 7-8k. That would cover our debts and the base premiums for the year, though. Then if I put back my plasma money for the first 2-3 months alongside the amount less than 400/mo that smaller amount's monthly payment is alongside the raise she's expecting to get in the near future (one way or another) and any overtime/extra paychecks we might be able to pull it off! I have to talk it over with my partner before I can go ahead with this gamble though. (Help from others would still definitely be useful to further increase our success odds though.) So on the assumption that we're going to get 7k out of the 18k target in loans I'm going to adjust the goal back to 10k. As we are able to put back money of our own, I'll add that to the progress section. As of now though, there have been no outside donations, and we can't put anything in ourselves, so the progress side stays at $0. (BTW: Anything I get from OF will also be counted towards this, so if you want some nudes/lewds, check that out. I posted about it on my blog the day the first daily post went up.)

[crazy-bi-btch]

Come Back Home (Ch.2)

Warning: Angst, political talk, men being assholes 😒, mentions of death/illness, mention of slurs, grammar mistakes (oops)

Pairing: LT. Bob Floyd X OC! Civilian “Vanessa Chavez”

CH. 2

-A couple months ago-

Penny and Vanessa were getting ready to open up for another busy night at the HardDeck. Vanessa had made sure to touch up her make-up in the back office, cursing at the flaring rashes that began to welt on her chest. 

After making sure to cover up any blemish visible to the human eye, she got ready for another shift from her personal hell. Base Bar. Penny and she knew that the majority of the clientele were soldiers, sailors, pilots, and any government official you can know of, they were there. Eyes wondering, stumbling around the bar, spitting misogynistic comments left and right. She grew to hate the men who came in, but she played along with the act, hoping her tips of the night would rack up enough to pay her rent and the hospital bills that were the haunting reminder of her illness. 

Vanessa was diagnosed with lupus at the age of 19. It was around the time she decided to drop out of college and move to California, getting away from the great state of Ohio. She knew that the only way of making it as a songwriter was to sell her music in the golden state of California.

 It didn’t take long for her to realize that California wasn’t so great after all. After many failed attempts to contact, sometimes harass, small record labels to take her demos, she had the dreading feeling that she had risked her whole life for a stupid dream. She realized that the only way of surviving, which didn’t require a college degree and would have free housing, was to enroll in the Military. 

It didn’t take long before she was sent off to the Marine Corps Recruit Depot in San Diego. Vanessa hated the training, the extreme heat, and the dizzy spells she would get after each rigorous activity she had. 

Vanessa pushed through the puking, the fainting spells, and the chronic pain she began developing. The day she was to graduate basic training, her symptoms had worsened. She could barely get out of bed, her vomit became bloody, and her life felt like it was a ticking time bomb.

Vanessa woke up in the on-base hospital, confused and in so much pain. Her sergeants stood by, pity in their eyes, as they explained to Vanessa that based on her health condition, she could no longer be enlisted in the Marines. Her status would be discharged, and she would receive financial compensation for ranking in the Private class, but her career was over.

Vanessa, once again felt her world collapse, it was like life was destined to put her homeless or in a coffin. 

All her dreams were going down the drain. 

It was after she was transferred to the San Diego hospital that she was picked and probed enough to diagnose her with Lupus. A pretty expensive disease for a 19-year-old drop-out with no living residence in the state of California, no job, and no one to call. 

Vanessa soon stumbled upon an affordable condo near the beach of San Diego and the Miramar Naval Base that she could just barely afford if she found a well-paid job. She decided to stay as close as possible to the Doctors that promised to help her along with her treatment.

When she moved in, she met Penny Benjamin, her neighbor. She had her daughter and family help her carry her belongings when they saw her sickly state when she tried to move in on her own.

 Penny made sure to be as welcoming and helpful to Vanessa. Even when Vanessa’s health became stable enough, Penny decided to offer her a job at the bar she owned. She told her how great it would benefit her, she would make enough to live and pay for her medication and treatments, until she found a job with better benefits. 

For now, she was stuck here until her body decided to go into some sort of stability that would allow her to move.

This night at the bar in particular had started rough, her hands trembled with the cold temperature of the glasses she had to carry. 

Penny had made an order of beer pints that were somewhat durable to falls, too many were dropping from Vanessa’s grip during her ‘rough’ shifts. 

Vanessa felt guilty but in reality, she had no control over her illness, it was so unpredictable, one day she would be great, and the next she could barely get out of bed from the chronic pain in her joints and limbs. It didn’t help that the monthly chemo rounds would leave her bed-bound for a week. 

That night, as she picked up the pieces of the broken glass and apologized to the tipsy patrons, she heard the chaos of the most annoying patrons. Navy pilots. 

“ God, kill me now,” Vanessa grumbled loud enough for Penny to hear as they both looked toward the pilots. She nudged her back, “ What did I say about joking about death?” Penny teased back while handing her a clean rag. Vanessa rolled her eyes, taking the rag to hurriedly clean her mess so she could get the new patrons' orders. With her best fake smile, she turned around and towards the table next to the darts. 

The pilots, dressed in khaki uniforms, laughed and shoved each other in amusement.

“ Good evening boys…” She glanced at the only female who was equally dreading her existence next to the bunch of men around her,” and girl.” 

“ G’damn… good evening to you sweets.” The blonde man with piercing blue eyes draws out in a southern accent.

 Ken doll, she thought disgustingly. 

Vanessa felt her chest swell in anger and tried to keep her smile from faltering. The rest of his buddies clamored with Oh’s and ‘Damn’.  

Before she could retort to the extremely offensive soldier, she heard a familiar voice behind her, as she turned around she heard the man behind her call out his name, Rooster.

“ V?” Her eyes widened with joy as she realized it was none other than her childhood friend Bradley. Bradley Bradshaw, the scrawny kid from her block, was the one that was to blame for her tom-boy phase. The noise of the rowdy bar and her racing thoughts of her impending illness vanished.

 All she could see was the boy, well man now, that used to bring her so much joy. 

“ Holy shit, Bradshaw?!” V couldn’t help herself from lunging at Rooster as they embraced in a tight hug.

 Their embrace seemed to set off some alarms for both Penny and Rooster’s fellow Dagger squad, who were gawking at the scene. Specifically, Ken-doll, who would have probably caught a fly or two with how wide his jaw dropped. Phoenix made sure to point out how stupid the men looked, she always made sure to humble them. Bob, on the other hand, was too focused on his own troubling thoughts, he was taken aback by seeing Rooster embrace, what he assumed, was a familiar face. It didn’t really spark any interest in him to partake in the group conversation or even being at the bar in general.

After quieting down his squadron from their pestering teasing, Vanessa was able to steal Rooster after heading over to deliver the first round of beers for his squadron.

 At the bar, they quietly bickered over his much noticeable glow-up. “ Who would have thought, Bradshaw I knew you were a military brat, but this… you're a spitting image of your father!” Vanessa teased throwing her rag over her shoulder, Rooster shook his head in embarrassment, “ I mean that mustache…” 

“ Alright, enough! Care to explain what you are doing here at a Naval base bar? I thought you were back home in Ohio?” Vanessa twisted her mouth nervously, the last time they saw each other was the summer before 7th grade.

 Bradley’s mom had gotten sick and they decided heading back to his grandparents in California would be best. They tried to keep in touch after, but in reality, social media wasn’t enough to maintain the childhood friendship they had. 

“ Well, long story short I joined the Marines after my music career flopped and now I am here. A washed up, honorably discharged, wanna-be-artist.” She couldn’t help but laugh at her summary, Rooster, on the other hand, was concerned.

“ What? You joined the Marines? Artist? I’m lost.” He squinted, somehow trying to comprehend that his childhood best friend was somehow a secret pop star who tried joining the military. 

She couldn’t help but giggle at his facial expressions, “ Careful Bradshaw, don’t hurt yourself.” He couldn't help but laugh along with her. 

She was finally able to take in the view of Bradley, semi brown hair, hazel eyes, sun-kissed tan with an amazing smile. She also saw the way his arms flexed under his Hawaiian shirt. Damn, Bradley got hot.

Then the most annoying cat-calling whistle came from, none other than, Ken-doll, Vanessa rolled her eyes looking at her friend. “ Please tell me he’s not your friend.” Rooster shook his head in disappointment. “ Never, but sadly- part of my squadron.” they both walked back, and Vanessa reminded herself to remain cool, calm, and-

“ Heyy sweet baby, how ‘bout another round for your heroes?” The physical ick she felt at his words sent fire into her veins. The others chimed in, “ Thank you for your service babes.” The shorter one slurred, a cringe of disgust faltered her façade. 

“ Dude! Shut up!” Bradley remarked in disgust. She was ready to turn around, ready to kick them out, but she needed to get to Penny first. It seemed that her hands began to shake as she turned, the searing pain in her joint became unnoticeable compared to the anger she felt towards the aviators who were objectifying her. Bradley began going off at his squadron, with Phoenix and Bob shaking their heads with disgust at their squad members. 

Hangman, who she later found out was Ken-doll, didn’t like this. “ What baby? Scared? You’ve never seen these many TopGun pilots? I see you shakin’ over there, we don’t bite.” Vanessa couldn’t take it anymore, She turned around, grabbed a random drink, and threw it at Ken-doll. Everyone in the bar fell silent. Jaws dropped, eyes fixated on what would happen next. Vanessa casually watched his face drip in beer, too stunned to move.

“ Men like you-.....excuse me, Navy men like you are absolutely disgusting human beings who think you can walk around and have people bow down to your every move.” Vanessa narrowed her eyes, red with anger, watching every pilot behind him that equally looked at her pissed, of course except Bob and Phoenix, they looked surprised that she had the guts to confront Hangman. 

Hangman practically vibrated with anger as he swiftly wiped his face in disgust. “ Guess what lieutenant, not from me.” After heaving out her last words, Hangman glared at her with an evil glint in his eyes.

 He clapped in amusement, “ Wow! The rooster didn’t know your girlfriend here was such a liba-tard. Let me guess…. ‘Female is the future.’” It took a matter of seconds before Vanessa exploded and her hands were thrown in any direction that meant hurting Mr. Ken Doll.

 Rooster lunged at Hangman while Vanessa was pulled by Phoenix. The other pilots trying to pry Rooster and Hangman from each other. Penny was quick on her feet reaching for the dangling bell by the bar, obnoxiously ringing it whilst yelling “  EVERYONE GET OUT!”

Vanessa was so furious she could barely register the chaos of bodies pushing and pulling her through the crowd, the booming voices echoed around her. Before she realized it, she was being pulled out by the side door of the bar, in view of the sandy beach that was illuminated by the bright full moon. 

“ Look at me! Hey!” Vanessa soon snapped out of her rage. She was face to face with the khaki-dressed aviator whose glasses rimmed his blue eyes. His expression was laced with concern and worry. “ Vanessa, breath!” His strong hands were on her arms trying to ground her. She hadn’t realized she was heaving out breaths, the adrenaline soon faded and pain ripped through her body. She winced and pulled away from the man. Cold sweat trickled at her forehead, turning away from the man who was the last person she wanted to see. 

She was done with uniformed men, it made her sick.

“ Leave me alone!” She exclaimed trying to step away from him, a blush flushed herself as she realized how sick she must look right now. Her appearance was suddenly an insecurity.

 Bob gulped, he remembered Phoenix telling him to get her out and seeing Vanessa, who he just met, suddenly panicked. It made him even more nervous.

“ I’m just trying to help.” He stepped closer trying to touch her shoulder, but she only flinched and frowned at him with disgust.

“ I don’t need your help! Go back with your squad, or why are you here to continue to objectify me? Want me to thank you for your service also?!” Bob’s face twisted in confusion, stammering over her frantic accusations.

“ What? N-no! You know we all aren’t like Hangmen!” Bob defended himself, Vanessa rolled her eyes and scoffed.

“ So what? That makes you the nice one of the group, I’m sure that does help you to get the girls in bed, News flash-” Her eyes darted to his name on the patch that laid on his uniform, “ Bob. Not me!” Bob felt offended, hurt even. He frowned and maybe it was the beer coursing through his veins but he was not going to let this hard-headed stubborn civilian get to him, not after he tried to help her.

“ You know what? It’s people like you that make it so hard for all of us to get along!” He accusingly pointed at the browned-haired girl with fire in her eyes. “ We came to blow off some steam before starting our deployment training!” Vanessa wasn’t listening, all she could think was ‘how to destroy this navy man’ that clearly had begun man-splaining.

“ WOW! People like me? Go on, say it!  A Liberal! A feminist? A gypsy?” Bob stepped closer, equally challenging her with his voice.

“ Yeah, and who knows maybe socialism is your answer to this world?” Vanessa mockingly laughed. Bob rubbed his forehead in frustration, he really had lost sense of what the true argument was about, he was just pissed at this point.

“ You really think I don’t know how much taxpayer money is being blown out the window for your stupid little aviator trips! Hell even to maintain this base!” Vanessa began. Bob only retorted with the usual ‘ Oh my god!’ that a man would usually start when his beliefs were challenged. 

Penny barged out and stopped the heated discussion from continuing.

“Alright! Enough!” Vanessa turned around unable to face her, the remorse and guilt of starting the first bar fight of the HardDeck history made her enough to be squeamish.

“Bob, go ahead and meet your friends out front. I’ll take it from here.” Bob glanced at her one last time before scoffing and walking away leaving Penny and Vanessa standing out in the salty breeze of the night. Tears rolled down Vanessa’s face, every emotion pilling into her as Penny held her in a tight embrace.

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[vannahfanfics]

I just wanna take a moment to express my gratitude to the folks who have commissioned me! Just in the last week, I’ve gotten more commissions than probably the entirety I’ve had them, and it just means so much than y’all know. I haven’t really made this real public knowledge, but part of the reason I am reviving commissions is because I honestly need it. I’m placing the details under the cut, just because I’m not really trying to take advantage of the popularity in commissions to spin a sob story, but just because I want y’all to know what kind of impact y’all can have on a creator when you support them. 

But the point of this post is to express my heartfelt thanks to everyone who has commissioned thus far and those who may yet do so. I’m working hard to get back to the level of content I was putting out pre-medical school, and I know I’ve got a lot to do, but the support from everyone since I started my humble little circle of RarePair Hell means more than y’all could ever realize. One month of the year is already over, and I’m looking forward to creating more wonderful things that you all enjoy! 

From the bottom of my heart, thank you all!

Now, to dive into why I’m compelled to write this little love letter to everyone at all: 

TBH, this third year has been a financial struggle for me; I am living in a rather expensive apartment by virtue of a severe availability shortage where I live, and it was either sign a lease with this place or face a potentially rocky living situation with my parents (details I will not go into here). I am only getting by because I take the maximum amount of student loans I can every year (I am already $250,000 in debt with a year to go, and that is without debt from my undergraduate degree!), and there’s rumors that my rent may increase substantially come August. I can’t afford to move then, and then move again for residency the upcoming year, so I’m pretty much stuck. 

Even with me taking all these student loans, I had to pull the entirety of my savings just to pay bills in the three weeks between the loan checks over December/January because, when divided evenly between the months, these stipends really don’t go far. It is even worse this semester; we get paid one lump sum every August and January, and the balance is not skewed toward the amount of months. The same amount covers August-December (5 months) as January-August (8 months). After bills, to try and put back money to replenish my savings, I am living on pretty much $1000 a month right now. Which, let me tell you, does not go far these days. It’s more than some people have, and I am definitely grateful that I have it. But it’s still hard. 

I have to pay for my boards soon, which will probably be hundreds of dollars, if not over a thousand—for one national standardized test that we have to take to graduate, mind you! Next year will be even worse because the medical school does not pay for any of the travel rotations that we do; all of the expenses are shouldered by us. I don’t know if any appeals for financial aid will bear fruit. I know for a fact that financial lability is going to limit my opportunities, which will in turn limit my opportunities for residency. To say that I am stressing about the future is an understatement. 

I’ve never been the type to ask for money, especially from online strangers, and again, me outlining my recent financial struggles isn’t a ploy to get more. But I want y’all to be aware of what y’all have unknowingly done. Seeing those e-mails from Ko-fi roll in over the last few days has moved me to tears. The fact that people enjoy my writing enough to give me their hard-earned money—when, universally, we are probably all struggling—warms me to my core. Y’all’s commissions gave me the reassurance that I have more to spend on gas or groceries this month, or have a small sum that I can put into my savings to use for traveling next school year, or have a little extra padding if something happens. 

I know I can’t make this into a side hustle like fanartists can thanks to the gray legality of monetizing fanfiction, and I don’t want to lock my regular fanfiction behind a paywall, anyhow. I write for the love of it and to make people happy, not to make money—even if it would be more beneficial to me to do so. Anyway, I know this boom in commissions probably won’t last. 

But for one month, you guys made my life a little easier. Genuinely, thanks for that. You didn’t know I needed it. I didn’t either. And I’m just really full of love right now. 

[themalcolmwise]

[ jesse williams, cis male, he/him ] - was that MALCOLM WISE i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the THIRTY NINE year old who has been in nightrest for THREE AND A HALF YEARS and works as a SURGEON has a reputation of being INCLUSIVE, but also SENSITIVE. they reside in ASHMORE & people in town usually associate them with TIRED EYES, BLACK COFFEE AND A CONSTANT AIRPOD IN ONE EAR. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.

 bullet intro below !

Malcolm had an unconventional start to life considering he ended up going to medical school. His Mom and Dad were both addicts, and while they made sure he was alive in his infant years, from about age 10 he really just raised himself.

He was determined to be more than his parents were, not because they were addicts, he understood that addiction was a disease, not something to be ashamed of, but better in the sense that they did nothing to help themselves. Nothing to help him. 

So, he took every free class he could while he was in school, and took every extra curricular possible. But, even with all that, he didn’t get into school for three years after graduating.

In those three years, he had to somehow feed himself, and in his first year of adulthood, he lost both parents to overdoses pretty much back to back, so he then had to figure a way to have a roof over his head.

He worked around the late night diners in New York because they were quiet enough he could study between customers. He was going to school - every year he’d apply until they accepted him. Everything has its time - that was what he used to tell himself.

But, late night diners don’t cover bills in NYC, and it was in one he met Nicola for the first time. They grew quite close, quite quickly, and Malc ended up using her connections to make some less-than-legal money. Of course, he stayed an arms-length away from everything though, sure not to let it mess with his aspirations.

Eventually, everything paid off, and he got a full ride into Columbia. But, he still needed to live so he maintained his connections with Nicola, and overtime they became incredibly close, so much so that when she took her revenge and needed somewhere to lay low and obviously heal up from her almost life threatening injuries, he took her in and took care of her.

Malc, obviously, was determined to graduate top of his med class, and that was exactly what happened. But, there were no placements available in NYC, so he was forced to move up to Boston.

He lived in the city for a while but it was expensive, and junior doctors are not paid well despite the hours they do, so he moved a little way out, to Nightrest.

After a couple years, he was asked to go to Salem Hospital to do a residency program and it was there he met Paisley. They quickly hit it off, and sooner rather than later ended up hooking up and then just kind of stayed together.

They both climbed the hospital ranks quickly, him in the surgery team, her in ER. He thought everything was going fine, until one day she broke up with him, and he’s still not entirely sure why. 

Then she was pregnant, and throughout the 9 months he questioned whether it was his, until she was born and immediately he knew it was. But, she wasn’t enough to save their relationship.

He’s tried over the last 3 years to piece together why she left, but every time he brings it up, she avoids the questions and moves the conversation on, or just leaves. He’ll be amicable with her though - for their child.

[dragondroid]

Have you ever thought, "man, I have too many doctor's appointments every year!" Want to inject some extra uncertainty into moving to a new city? Are you sick of having all of that medication just lying around for you to take?

Try the American Healthcare System™!

In just a few easy steps, you too can experience the thrills and chills of not knowing whether you get medication this month:

- Move to a new city!

- Wait 4 months for your benefits to kick in, and get the privilege of paying a tenth of your paycheck after taxes for the company health insurance plan!

- Hope your med refills won't run out, because your doctor from your hometown 3 hours away won't prescribe refills unless you see him in person, for some reason!

- Go through a list of doctors from the company's insurance that they decide they'll cover... Partially, of course. What, you didn't think the people you're paying to cover your health expenses would cover all of them, did you? Better hope that they cover a doctor that doesn't tell you to go outside instead of prescribing antidepressants!

- Call the local hospital and ask for an appointment. The closest one is two weeks out, but you should be able to make it that long if you underdose your medication. You'll feel like shit, but at least it'll stave off SSRI withdrawal.

- The insurance info your employer gave you wasn't enough for the hospital to confirm you have it. You can't book the appointment.

- Go to HR the next day. They email you more info. Call the hospital again, give them every bit of info from your insurance, and it still won't show up in their system. The insurance company must have not updated their records. The hospital says they'll call you back tomorrow after they contact the insurance company. You smile and say it's no problem. you have twenty-one days of medication left.

- you have twenty days of medication left.

- You get a call back from the hospital. They say the appointment you were booked for before is taken now. The closest appointment is 27 days away. You check that the doctor it's with is covered by your insurance and take it. you have nineteen days of medication left.

- you have eighteen days of medication left. You don't need to take your meds on the weekend, right? You can tough it out. You got good at fighting off the suicidal thoughts when you were a teenager. You hope you've still got it.

- you have seventeen days of medication left. you've felt more tired since you started underdosing. you feel awake. you just can't bring yourself to do anything. why bother.

- you have seventeen days of medication left. it's the weekend. no meds today. you lay in bed and try to ignore the nausea and aches. nothing got done today. you wonder if anything will ever get done in your life. you wonder what the point is if you'll never get anything done.

- you have seventeen days of medication left. still the weekend. no meds. you eat to try and give some feeling to your stomach besides nausea. you keep eating. it's free serotonin, as long as you don't mind the fact that it's making you fatter and uglier with every bite. you mind. you play video games until 1 in the morning to try and distract yourself. you have to get up at 7 tomorrow.

- it's monday. you're tired, but at least you got to take your meds that day. your boss asks if you've been doing okay. you force a smile and say you're fine. you're pretty sure he doesn't care about you anyway, just like everyone else. you have sixteen days of medication left.

- you wonder if the doctor will believe you have adhd. you hope he does. you have a diagnosis, but it wouldn't be the first time someone has denied you treatment because you look "too normal." you have fifteen days of medication left.

- you forgot to turn off the lights when you left the house today. your roommate asked you politely to remember to turn them off to keep the electric bill down. you're positive he hates you. you have fourteen days of medication left.

- you have thirteen days of medication left.

- you have twelve days of medication left

[myloansclick]

How Do You Budget for an Internship Abroad?

Moving to a different city requires planning, financial preparation, skill enhancement, advance accommodation and flight bookings.  If moving to a different place to improve career prospects, the blog may help. It lists the best ways to budget to complete an internship abroad comfortably.  However, moving to a different country alone makes one overwhelming.

It requires saving enough to survive until you get a part-time job. You must have a lump sum that helps you sustain until then. It is separate from the basic utility expenses. So, yes, you must prepare a lot before boarding the career flight. Let’s quickly explore how to budget 4-6 months before the flight.

6 ways to intern affordably abroad

Congratulations on landing a growth-oriented internship abroad. However, the average cost of interning in new land is €6200. It includes the cost of inflation, and unexpected expenses may increase the costs. However, you can improve your prospects of interning affordably in a new country. Here are some ways to do so:

1)      Check the scholarship prospects

Some universities that provide campus placements offer scholarships to students. It helps them with the costs of interning at a new place. Explore the possibilities of the same with your respective university or college. Check whether you can get a scholarship. If yes, explore the criteria to qualify. It will help you save money on interning abroad.

2)      Outline a budget before leaving

Walking out requires you to budget strongly. It helps you avoid unnecessary cash failures later. You can budget by listing out the expected expenses. It may include saving for a rental deposit, first two months of rent, electricity bills, transport expenses, food, etc.

 If your guardian's income is below the basic, consider dorms, student housing, or hostels. There you may get meals included in the costs. It will help you save on groceries and foodstuff.

3)      Explore the best ways to save on lifestyle needs

If you know someone who stays at a specific place, know the expenses. Check the best ways to save on utilities. He might help you by telling you about the grants, discounted stores, and other ways to save on normal groceries and rent. It makes the move affordable and smooth.

  However, sometimes, things don’t go as planned. You might have budgeted for groceries, rent and transport. What about student medical needs? You cannot ignore or share enough spare cash to finance.

You may get fast loans Ireland if you earn a part-time income. Some internships are unpaid, and you need a sidekick to cover expenses. If you have that, the lender transfers the amount of €5000 to the respective account number. Use it to finance the treatment and medicinal costs. You can also use it for follow-up doctor consultations until you get well. 

4)      Book your flights at least 3-4 months before

One of the best ways to save money on a flight is by booking in advance. It helps you explore different options available to finance the need. Sometimes, booking one in the off-season and late hours helps fetch better rates. Additionally, the seat choice in the plane also helps save extra. Thus, check for discounted flights at night or during the day. There are many comparison sites to help you with that.

Book tickets online after authenticating the platform. It ensures safe browsing and transactions.  Booking tickets early is more affordable than booking one a week before. Decide according to your preparation and circumstances.

5)      Explore the transportation prices

Transportation becomes more concerning when you stay abroad. What if you find the company quite far from your place? In this situation, you would need to plan transport expenses as well. Thus, explore the monthly bus or train passes.

Some cities grant the option to use the same pass for different vehicle types. If you reach the city and don’t have the pass, explore alternatives. Sometimes, savings don’t last until you receive the pass.

Thus, explore affordable loans Ireland online quickly. You may get a small amount if you have the offer or joining letter. It reveals your potential to pay the dues timely. However, you must not leave the internship or the country before paying the loan. Students on a visa may get these small loans for emergencies hassle-free.

6)      Try to reduce the internship time

If you are worried about the expenses of completing the internship, try reducing the term. It will help you cut the additional costs of renting, food and transport. Moreover, you can save on utilities and other related expenses. However, if your internship program sponsors your stay and food, then you do not need to reduce the internship timing.

You can also search for affordable internships in countries like- Africa, Asia, and South America. By choosing any of these, you can afford to complete your internship.

Bottom line

These are some tried and tested tips to save before landing in another country for an internship. Planning and budgeting before will help you avoid necessary troubles later. Additionally, you may be able to concentrate on your career better. Check whether you can get a paid internship and scholarship. If yes, it could reduce your liabilities significantly.

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Benefits of Car Title Loans Vancouver: A Smart Financial Solution for Emergency Situations

In times of financial hardship, unexpected expenses can appear that leave you feeling overwhelmed, stressed and can significantly strain your finances. Car Title Loans can be a clever and beneficial solution in this situation. It's becoming well-liked in Vancouver among people who require quick access to cash. With Apex Loans Canada, You can borrow up to $25,000 using the value of your car as collateral, giving you the emergency cash you require.

How using Car Title Loans in Vancouver is a wise financial move for:

1: Medical emergency:

Medical emergencies can be unpredictable and often require immediate attention. In such situations, health insurance can help cover some expenses, but it may not be enough to cover all medical bills. That is where Car Title Loans come into play. It's fully secured and doesn't require a lengthy approval process or a good credit score. You can get approved in as little as 24 hours with minimal paperwork.

2: Unexpected Bill:

Unexpected bills can happen to anyone at any time. These unexpected expenses can be a financial burden. If you're facing unexpected bills and need cash to pay them, Car Title Loan Vancouver is the best solution for you.

3: Home Repair:

Home repairs can be expensive and occasionally hard to finance in Canada. Consider obtaining a car title loan if you need money to fix all the damage in your home.

Conclusion:

Apex Loans Canada is the best way to obtain immediate cash of up to $25,000. If you decide to pay off the loan early, there are no prepayment penalties with our Car Title Loans Vancouver. The loan term is up to 4 years. Feel free to apply today even if your credit score is low because we do not run any credit checks. Call us at 1-855-908-0908 for more information about our terms and conditions.

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Radio Free Monday

Good morning everyone, and welcome to Radio Free Monday!

Ways to Give:

feralfxckxr is raising funds for an in-clinic abortion procedure after the initial pill failed to work following an assault. They are offering tarot readings and have friends offering art commissions; you can read more, reblog, and find giving/commission information here.

Anon linked to a fundraiser findingfeather is running to help mythopoetry live safely in Ottawa long enough to get her citizenship finalized and her healthcare needs met after her health was neglected for years during an abusive marriage. You can read more, reblog, and find giving information here or give at the fundraiser here.

lexin linked to a fundraiser for Laura, whose lease is up for renewal; she wants to get out but needs to delay, as her physical health is not good and there's a lot of work that needs to be done for her to be able to move house, and some of that work will need to be something they pay others to do. You can read more and give to the fundraiser here.

Anon linked to a fundraiser for a friend, Angel, who is trying to purchase a recumbent bike; Angel has significant physical restrictions and needs exercise to improve health and stave off future health issues. You can read more and support the fundraiser here.

Stevie linked to a fundraiser for friends Caine and Mary, who are trying to restore their small-town farm; they bought the farm attempting to become more self-sufficient as a queer and disabled couple, but the house needs repairs and they've had a few setbacks, and government aid is slow in coming. You can read more and support the fundraiser here.

Recurring Needs:

loversdoom is a college student from the Philippines, studying away from her family, and her parents are unexpectedly unable to support her education; she is dealing with a number of expenses and is now looking at costly medical procedures as well. You can read more and reblog here or give to the fundraiser here.

onedollopofsourcream is raising funds to help with food, transportation, medication for their family, and other expenses after a string of financial issues; you can read more, reblog, and find giving information here.

rilee16 is raising funds to get out of an abusive home situation; with irregular work hours and a tax debt due on top of chronic illness issues, they also need funds to repair their phone, which is dying, and cover utility bills. You can read more, reblog, and find giving information here.

Anon linked to a fundraiser for their friend dyken, who along with their partner has been having trouble covering bills, food, and mental health treatment; their family is abusive and unwilling to help financially. They are accepting donations via paypal and commissions via ko-fi; you can read more, reblog, and find giving information here.

chingaderita's partner recently lost their job due to a house fire that also destroyed the house; they're raising funds to keep food on the table for a family of nine, to try and get a supply of water to keep clean, and for medications and bills until they can find new work. You can read more, reblog, and support the fundraiser here.

karla-hoshi (Hoshi on TikTok) has been raising funds for cancer treatment for her cat Naku, but unfortunately Naku passed last week. Between Naku's treatments and other unexpected financial issues, they are short funds for the last lab tests and for cremation to help make the loss easier; you can read more, reblog, and support the fundraiser here.

And this has been Radio Free Monday! Thank you for your time. You can post items for my attention at the Radio Free Monday submissions form. If you're new to fundraising, you may want to check out my guide to fundraising here.

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Reasons To Buy Homeowners Insurance in Brooklyn and Jersey City

Investing in a home creates an asset that may be the most valuable one that an ordinary US citizen gets in life. Protecting it perfectly is the responsibility of the homeowner as well. Sure, maintaining it diligently can keep its value intact. Unfortunately, natural disasters and incidents of theft as well as unintentional damage, may result in heavy expenses. Most homeowners may not have such sums ready and available to deal with the repairs and/or replacement of structures. The right way to make provisions for such risks early on is to buy homeowners insurance in Brooklyn and Jersey City. ​ There is no limit to coverage, though. One does not have to pay a hefty premium to cover all plausible risks. Instead, it is advisable to opt for standard coverage limits that will include the most dreaded and possible risks. The coverage for almost all homeowners who want to keep their homes well-protected includes the following:- · Building Structure- The dwelling or living area of the home is covered for all damages that may occur due to a natural disaster or an incident included in the list of perils. Any other structures that may not adjoin the main building are also covered. One can thus claim insurance for the garage(s), shed, or gazebo. About 10% of the premium amount may be provided as compensation for the repair of such structures. Another thing to keep in mind is the need to pay enough premiums to ensure the rebuilding of the structure if needed. · Possessions- The home is not limited to the walls, floor, and ceiling. Everything present inside is a part of the home too. The insurance company will thus compensate for damage/loss of personal belongings such as furniture, clothes, sports equipment, electronics, and other belongings except valuable jewelry or masterpiece paintings. The latter may be covered but only up to a limit. Damage to trees, shrubs, and plants is also considered a possession and will be compensated for. · Liability- The insurance carrier will pay for any damages a friend, neighbor, or visitor claims. The liability issues may be settled out of court or take the form of a legal battle within the court. Either way, the homeowner’s insurance will pay for the expenses as long as they are justified. Insurance experts recommend buying additional liability coverage or umbrella coverage to be fully covered despite being held liable. Some companies provide no-fault medical coverage that allows the injured party to submit the medical bills directly to the carrier. This helps the insured to avoid liability claims. · Additional Living Expenses (ADE) - A natural disaster may damage the home completely, rendering it inhospitable temporarily. The insurance company will foot the bills for moving into an alternative room or hotel during this time. The food bills will be reimbursed along with the living expenses up to a certain limit. Some insurance companies have a time limit for paying these expenses. Being confident that no danger will befall the home is foolhardy. It is essential to consider purchasing suitable homeowners insurance in Brooklyn and Jersey City to reduce the risks. Additionally, the financier may make insurance a pre-condition for releasing funds too.