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why did god think it would be so funny to give me a terrible terrible phobia of anything to do with losing teeth or tooth pain or infection while also forcing me to go through some of the most horrifying tooth related ailments
#HOLE INNY GUMS HOLE IN MY GUMS HOLE IN MY GUMS KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME#so like. started feeling real bad pain around my upper left wisdom tooth a week ago.#scared it was an abscess or infection of some sort so immediately got scheduled at the dentist.#tuesday they did the exam and just said i need to get all my wisdom teeth out . this much i already knew but its so spensive :'-)#and i was like 'so no infection or abscess? its just from the tooth itself?'#they were like yup#and gave me a referral to an oral surgeon that ended up not even being covered by my insurance lol đ#so i have had to call around myself#the one office that has gotten back to me so far. said that my insurance would cover up to 1500. and i would still be another 1500 out of#out of pocket#fml fml fml so hardbi dont even have that much in savings.#so called two more offices about it. did that yesterday evening after both were already closed#and now ots the weekend so it won't be til monday that they get back to me#so i need to be quoted on how much it'll be total#then i need to know if anyone will let me do monthly payments.#haha anyway that was a tangent and not even what im most freaked out about#so. yesterday. looked in the mirror with my phone flashlight pointed at the back of my mouth#THERES A HOOOOOLE#đłïž#APPARENTLY THATS SEMI NORMAL BUT I CANT TAKE IT MENTALLY LOL. HAHA LOL#AND THE DENTIST JUST DECIDED NOT TO MENTION IT#DIDNT TELL ME ABOUT THE HOLE JUST HAD TO SEE IT FOR MYSELF VERY COOL đ#'man it genuinely feels like my gums are ripping open it hurts pretty bad đ' <- me clueless to the fact that my gums were in fact#ripping open#killlllllll meeeeeeee
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Food Bank Fundraiser
Hi everyone!
First of all, I want to say thanks to everyone who's been leaving such nice tags/comments on stuff I've posted! It's been really encouraging (o^âœ^o)
Anyway, I think we all know it's very dark days on the economic front for many of us. So as such, I'd like to help raise some funds for Food Banks Canada! In exchange for you making a donation to the food bank, I will draw a character suggestion!
I know this is not really the sort of thing I normally do or post here but... many folks are struggling to put food on the table right now, and the food bank is a source of support for many and provides an absolute necessity. I've seen many people struggling in my own city, and food security has become an even bigger issue than it already was in the last couple of years with the food bank struggling to keep up with demand. Of course, food security is an issue across the whole country that's putting a huge strain on food banks, with nearly 5% of the entire population making use of food banks monthly, and 23% of the population reporting food insecurity (CBC, 2024; Global News, 2024). Unsurprisingly, those who are already most disadvantaged suffer the effects of food scarcity even more (Statistics Canada, 2023). To make matters more desperate, Canada's food bank system is on the brink of collapse (CTV News, 2024).
I know this isn't going to something big enough to change the world or anything, but being able to make even a small impact for individual people is important too!
âšIncentivesâš
Of course, I'm sure people aren't just in it for a reward, but rewards make things all the sweeter, right?
For those who want to contribute, I'll take a character suggestion and add it to a poll (depending on the number of contributors, it may be split up into multiple polls), and then I'll draw as many as I can from top to bottom ranking! If you contribute, please send me a DM with your donation receipt and your character idea! They won't necessarily all be drawn in the same style, and they'll be done according to how much time I've got. (I know that commissions are probably the biggest incentive, but realistically, I struggle to get them done quickly and they're probably not that affordable to everyone)
If you prefer SFW or NSFW, you can let me know (But NSFW will be posted to Cohost). If you make a bigger contribution, I'll reach out to you and ask if you wanna see more specifics/details in your piece. How's that for sweetening the pie? :3
For those who can't make a donation (which is completely understandable), simply spreading the post is also helpful, and I appreciate that greatly as well!
Don't forget that giving a donation allows you to get a tax break based on the amount donated as well!
Alternatives?
If you'd rather donate to your own local food bank, that's great too! You can DM me and send me a pic of your receipt and I'll still add your suggestion to the poll.
If you REALLY want a commission, you can also DM me and I'll do my best to fulfil it! I won't be taking commissions for this till/if there's at least a couple of items on the poll though. The proceeds will go to my own local food bank. The commission will be done later though, and may take some time to fulfil. I take payment only after starting.
When do we start??
I guess once there's a good number of poll options? I have no idea how long that will be, but rest assured I'll keep you updated!
Where do we contribute?
You can make your donation to Food Banks Canada! They really need it!
Alternatively, you can make a donation to your local food bank or equivalent charity.
Other Questions?
Feel free to send me a message or an ask! I'll get back to you ASAP. If I need to include more details or clarify something, let me know! It's my first time doing this!
TL;DR
I want to help raise money for food banks! Anyone who contributes to Food Banks Canada (or donates to their own local food bank or equivalent charity) can DM me with their receipt and give a character to add to the poll. Poll characters will be drawn in order of their ranking, as many as I can manage, over as long a period of time as I can manage!
No pressure to donate of course, I just figured this would be a fun way of raising a bit of money to help out, and allow us to donate more than what I personally can
Current Contributor Count: 13
Suggested Characters:
Imagine your beloved, obscure or popular character here on this poll list! Oooooooh, how lucrative :3
Total funds raised:
780.36$!!!
#I bet Amiya would encourage donations to the food bank too right??#I know it's unorthodox to run it like this!#But boy is it dire days#food bank#donation#Art#fundraising#Arknights#Amiya#pixel art#pixel#art#poll#digital art#artists on tumblr
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Coffee? Please?
Let me preface this by saying; I am not disabled and this is not about 'urgent' vet bills.
[I have an outstanding debt to pay in that regard, but the monthly payment is small and the service was already done. It was the amputation for our kitten Lucky's dead front leg.]
I do have a job and the pay is too good to quit. I work 40 hours a week and I spend almost 13 more hours just driving to and from work because our boss 'can't find a work assignment closer to where I live.' Up until about two weeks ago my partner was also working 40 hours a week on an opposing shift. We were just starting to get on top of our crushing pile of monthly bills. Then she lost her work assignment [not her fault] and he couldn't find anything else for her to do. So she lost a whole weeks pay. He found her a place, but now she's only getting 24 hours a week instead of 40. And we were already struggling to pay for the bare essentials. I was hoping so hard to just have something left when the bills were paid. But my entire tax return was used to pay for overdue bills and it still wasn't all of them.
-We have not had a working washing machine since September. Almost all of my ancient towels have rotted and ripped apart from trying to hang dry them to avoid killing the dryer too.
-Our house does not have central heat or air so we've been freezing for months with no money to buy wood for the stove. [It's warmer now but still in the low 40s at night where I am.]
-We have been flushing the toilet with buckets of water for almost a year because hiring a plumber is not happening.
-For over a year we have been fighting the flea infestation caused by the deadbeat trash-pit roommate we had to force to move out. They're biting me as well as the cats and I'm allergic to them. So I constantly have a rash on my feet and ankles. We never have money for flea drops consistently enough to get rid of them and I do not have a working vacuum to get rid of the flea eggs in the carpet.
-I just had to take on $1200 worth of debt because my tires were bald from my ungodly commute and they told me the brakes need replacing very soon.
-Our youngest cat Lucky will need to be fixed soon because she's almost old enough to go into heat. [She's indoors only but I don't want to deal with the screaming.]
Our predatory mortgage payment is almost $2000 a month with all their shitty add-on fees. My car payment is $334. The internet is $87. The power is usually $125. Car insurance is about $115. Garbage is $65. Our car is shared and I go through 1 tank +1/4 tank of gas EVERY WEEK. I owe both Sunbit AND Carecredit. We're both estranged from abusive parents and have no other family to turn to in an emergency.
I can't ask for money for fanfic. I know that's unethical and illegal.
But I can tell you that I write better/faster/more when I'm not distracted by gut-wrenching despair, crippling anxiety attacks and the bone-deep fear of quickly losing my home because I'm always two missed paychecks away from disaster. I know pretty much everyone is in the same boat, and my problems aren't unique or special.
But anything helps.
I have several hundred dollars in overdue bills from last month and it's already time for the next month's to start arriving. I feel so hopeless and I don't know what else to do besides resorting to begging.
I just set up a Ko-fi account - https://ko-fi.com/followmeontumblr
My Paypal is attached to this old email address - [email protected]
I have an Etsy shop with some things for sale - https://www.etsy.com/shop/PatchworkLaboratory
I also have a Spoonflower shop with fabric featuring my designs. [I only make $1.50 per yard that people buy though.] - https://www.spoonflower.com/profiles/infamousdoctorf
And for anyone who was kind enough to read this whole thing- I do have some NSFW sketches I've drawn for "Eclipse Meets His Match" that I have nowhere safe to post. If you're bold enough to direct-message me with the line-
"I swear on all I hold holy that I am not a minor. Show me the art."
I'll let you see them. Thank you either way.
-Doc
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#365
âI just got the notice. Itâs done. I never thought I would have seen a wire transfer of fifty thousand dollars into my account. OK shithead, you are for real. Get naked. I want to inspect my property. Thatâs what you are to me. You are a cunt. You are a toilet. You are a punching bag. You are whatever the fuck I want to make of you. Right now, I want you nakedâŠ.Â
âI donât give a shit about those two drivers over there. Leave your clothes right there, but hand me your phone. Look at the screen. I saw your post to Facebook. You were able to follow orders. The video was short and to the point. You let your family and friends know that you met a hot daddy that you are moving in with, and that you will be living off the grid and that you wonât be able to respond to anyone for a long time. You actually told them not to worry, that you trust me. That last part was a nice added touch.
âWhatâs your passcode?... Iâm going to change it and then deactivate the facial recognition. Your phone will be locked away, but I will still need to access it from time to timeâyou know, for the $5,000 monthly payment to me. Which reminds me, what is your password for money transfers?... Ok. This is your first real testâŠ. Yup that works. Iâm going to change that code later.
âStand up and turn around. Let me see what I own for the next year. Nice tiny pecker. Donât like that it feels that it is free to get hard.  I completely understand why it is hard. Iâm that fucking hot. When I install you inside the cab, Iâll have a cage to put on it. It wonât come off too often, if ever.Â
âAre you naturally smooth, or do you shave your chest?... Good. No manly pelt for you, God made sure of it. Your pubes will come off in a bit too. Turn around, let me see my new fuck holeâŠ. Nice and hairless. You douched out like I told you? Good. Weâll get you set up for cleaning out while on the road. How many times in the past week have you been bred?...Â
âInteresting. I donât get it. You are quite cute.  You seem to have no problem getting men to fuck you. You have money, enough to not only pay me over 100K across the next year, but you can take a year off to be tied up, roughed up, fucked up in the back cab of some unknown brutal asshole truck driver.
âI donât know what you are running from. And I donât care. What I do care about is I donât want some drama creeping into my cab, during the year you are with me and the time after.
âGet on your knees and look up and into your phoneâs camera. I want you to say the following in your own words. That you come here of your own choice. You are paying me $50,000 up front to live in cab with me, and $5,000 each month. This is non-refundable at any time. You want to be controlled by me in all aspect of your life. You know that I am a brutal sadistic man. Sex with me is not a guarantee and is not part of the money paid. I want you to beg on camera for me to brutally use you, sexually and otherwise. That includes using you anyway I see fit. You consent to all my demands. You can revoke it at any time and terminate our agreement. In fact you know either of us can terminate this role. If I do it, you will be left naked on the side of the road somewhere. If you do it for any reason, then you would gladly pay me a penalty of additional $50K, transferred from this phone. You will beg to be bound for most of the day. You will beg for me to humiliate you and degrade you. You got all that?
âGood. Now look at your phoneâs cameraâŠ. Wait I should also get you on my camera too. Canât be too cautiousâŠ. Focus your attention on your phone, and⊠goâŠ.
ââââ
âThatâs done. So now letâs get you locked up properly in the cab. Come here. When crawling into my cab and Iâm right behind you, pause and lean over my seat. Stick your pussy out. Let the world see your ass. I want to check out my new fuck hole.Â
âThis is a pretty pussy. Oh there is some hair back here. Donât start yelping now. I just yanked out a couple.  Thereâs a lot more to pull out. What? You think Iâm going to use my clippers on a pussy? Or your crotch? Fuck that. Youâll be fine with a yank or two⊠or twenty, or whatever it takes.Â
âIf you are going to have an issue that Iâm going to yank out your hair, this is not going to go well for you. If you canât handle one minute with me, how the hell are you going to last for a year? You paid for one year to submit to a sadistic trucker with one the fattest cocks out there.  Do you still want to do this? Or are you living in a fantasy world? If you want to bail, now is the time. I will pull out of here, leaving you naked without your phone. And I will definitely make sure that the penalty fee is transferred to my account before you can even make it over to one of those two drivers over there.
âWhatâs it going to be? Climb down and go over to them, or climb into the bunk on your back and get your legs up high. You have ten seconds to decide your next year.
âAtta faggot. When you get up there, youâll see some ankle and wrist cuffs. Go ahead and put them on. I need to secure your shit.Â
ââââ
âHey shithead. I talked with one of the other drivers who was watching you present yourself to me. He wants to fuck you. I told him that I will only let him if heâs brutal. He just smiled and said, âOhhhhh I can do that.â So it looks you got your first fuck customer.Â
âDamn you look good. But letâs get you secured. These wrist restraints get clipped here. You secure?... Good. Now this ankle goes over here. The hard one is this last ankle. The fags I secure always find this difficultâŠ. Relax. Relax this leg. Fucker, just suffer through the pain. This is the pose you will be in as we drive across the country; your cunt leading the way.
âNow for this. See this. This is not your ordinary chastity cage. No this one flattens your dick head to just over half an inch. There is no way for you pull out. Your balls, as tiny as they are, are pushed in your taint region so that when you sit down, you will crush them. You wonât be able to get a hard on due to the pain it causes. This is going to hurt.Â
âScream. I donât give a fuck. This is going on. There! Now for the lockâŠ. With that click, this is not coming off.Â
âOh shit! Heâs already here.
âCome on upâŠ. I was about to cunt the fag. You can watchâŠ. I just need to remove some of his pubes. Get over there so you can watch. I donât use a clipper or anything like that. I just grab a hold of a tuft and yank it out. The faggots always scream when I do that. Thatâs music to my ears. Gets me rock hard.
âNo, you can leave the curtain open. I donât give a shit who sees me take ownership of this fagmeat. If the other driver wants to join, so be it. This is the pussyâs first moments submitting to me; he needs to know whatâs in store for him for the next year.
âHey shithead, open your fucking mouth. Eat your pubic hair. Chew and swallow. Everything that gets yanked out goes right into your mouth.
âThatâs what you got to do to these fags. He knew that I am a sadistic bastard when he agreed to live with me for a year. He knew thatâs what he was paying me forâŠ.
âYeah, he paid me fifty thousand to ride with me and ride meâŠ. No shit! And heâs paying me five thousand every month. Fuck yeah. The first transfer went through about ten minutes ago. A friend of mine told me that I should be charging for my fat cock. He told me about a site where this type of shit goes on. I posted that Iâm a driver with a seven by eight-inch dick looking for a hole to fuck while on the road for the next year. I jokingly put a fifty-thousand-dollar price tag, and wouldnât you know it within a week, this faggot replied. Once I showed him a pic of my cock and me next to my tractor, he wanted to throw money at me.Â
âOpen up. Eat this last tuft. I will save the rest of your snatch for another time. Itâs time for me to fuck this cunt. Let me show you the dick that will own your life. Look at it. Itâs barely rock hard, and itâs already fatter than a beer can. You got me leaking boy. There is so much slop under my foreskin. You will be expected to clean me up every day, after every time I fuck you.
âHand me some of that lube.
âHey shithead. You ready to be cunted? The lube goes on for my pleasure, not yoursâŠ.
âScream fucker scream. Right to the root. Resist or accept me, I donât give a shit. Iâm going to dump my three-day load into you through all your screaming. You want me to cum faster, keep screaming. It ainât going to take me long. First cuntings never do. Your pussy walls are like silk on my dick. Oh fuck. Iâm gonna cum.Â
âLook up at me. You know I own you? You know this cunt is mine? Just nod. Good. You want this load? Of course, you do. Itâs what you live for. Itâs gonna cost you though. Look at my fist. Here comes your first black eye.
âBOOM! Fuck yeah. And Iâm gonna cum. Iâm gonna cum! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh. Fuck yeah.
âWhew! That was fucking good. Youâre up!... What? That bother you? Then donât fuck him. I donât give a shit. Besides, I love giving black eyes. My favorite part is making the fagmeat respond âI didnât listenâ to any inquiry as to how it happened. Damn. Thinking about that is getting me hard again. Heâs already starting to regain consciousness.
âHey Shithead! Rise and shine in the summertime!
âYour dick is still hard. Go on. Fuck himâŠ. Yeah, there you go. Go on give it to him. You said you would be brutal. Fuckinâ be brutalâŠ. Yeah yank his nips right off. He needs to know the year of hell that lies in front of him.â
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Before I forget,
I am going to leave commissions open
I am planning on only taking 6 slots per month, assuming the illustrations are big. If there are headshots, I will leave a few more slots available.
I will continue to work on my graphic novel, but due to the economy I need to get some side gigs to help provide a bit.
If anyone knows someone who wants to do childrens books or small book projects that might be interested in a contract with me, please let me know~!
I am wanting more styles for my porfolio as well as experience for my own book, getting the process down.
I have 1 year to get the first volume out in order to sale merch and books at fanX next year.
Anyhow, if interested in a commission feel free to send me a chat~!
I will keep a monthly list of commissions to keep folks updates and keep track.
For commissions I will accept payments through my Paypal and Kofi Before any payments are made, please fully discuss with me the commission information and once we have an agreement the commission can be made!
And do not do NSFW commissions~!
Thank you~! As always you guys are fantastic!
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"Strawberry" Part Two
TW: Language and sexual content
Word count: 7,468
Chapter Four
âNo! No, absolutely not,â Riley said with a concerned look on her face. I FaceTimed her as soon as I got settled in the Airbnb. Since I was the first one to arrive, I felt as though I should get first pick out of the four-bedroom house. This place was twice the size and so much nicer than my own home; no wonder the bill for the weekend was twice my monthly mortgage payment. I saved the master bedroom for Riley, but I decided to claim the room across the hall from the guest bathroom. While it wasnât the biggest room in the house, it was definitely the most beautiful, in my opinion. I sat on the bed rubbing my hands across the satin sheets as I stared at my best friendâs worried face.Â
I pleaded, âWhy not?âÂ
She exclaimed, âBecause heâs a stranger! Because youâre engaged! Because youâre alone! Need I say more?âÂ
âHeâs just coming over to cook for me. Nothing more⊠I havenât even texted him yet,â I said.
âLook, you know Kenneth is literally my least favorite person on the planet, but you have to be smart about this. Youâre normally so level-headed,â she said with a sigh.
âI wish I could explain the way Josh makes me feel. He made me feel better about myself in the hour and a half I sat next to him than anyone has in the past five years,â I said with a lump in my throat. It was true and I realized now more than ever why staying in his company was vital. I needed to be reminded of who I was, who I am, and who I want to be. Josh somehow had the ability to elicit that feeling with his endearing words and beautiful smile.
âOuch,â Riley said with a disappointed look on her face.
âRiley, you know that wasnât directed at you,â I said, realizing I should have chosen my words better.
âListen. I love you. I am not letting your lapse in judgment impact this weekend. Please donât text him. You have never had to endure the dating world because youâve been with the same guy your whole life. Men will say anything you want to hear just to get inside you,â she said.Â
I knew she was probably right. I had zero experience dating anyone because Kenneth and I have been together since we were kids. I always thought marrying my high school sweetheart was bragworthy, but I feel the opposite now. I have had a secret longing inside me for so long, but change is scary.Â
âAnd what if I do text him? Will you still love me?â I asked honestly.
âOf course, but I canât say I would support your decision. Whatâs his last name? Does he live in Nashville? Whatâs this guyâs deal? What power does he have over you?â she asked like she was interrogating me for a crime I had not yet committed.
âOk, so I canât answer the last name part butââ I began.
âAre you serious? You donât even know his last name?â she interrupted.
âHe said he would send me all of his personal information once I texted him. And I will send everything to you. I wonât give him the Airbnb address without receiving what I asked for first,â I explained.
âText him right now while youâre on FaceTime with me,â she demanded.
âRiley, itâs only been one hour since I left the airport. I donât want to look desperate,â I replied. I stared at her face while I could see she was thinking of what to say next. Was I really making a mistake by wanting to hangout with him some more?
âOk, fine.But I want his full name, phone number, picture, social security number, a copy of his birth certificate, and a vehicle description within the next two hours, or I will catch the next flight to Nashville and come kick your ass,â she said with a scowl on her face.
âWithin the next two hoursâŠYes maâam,â I said with a salute. I ended the FaceTime so I could start to unpack my suitcase. I brought outfits for all of the activities on Rileyâs weekend itinerary, something I had no say in creating, but Iâve always been willing to go with the flow. I didnât bring any extra cute outfits because I expected to stay in tonight. And while thatâs still the case, I especially didnât expect to have company. Would Josh change his clothes before coming? Would it be weird if I didnât? Why did I care so much?
My phone started to ring which brought me back to planet earth. Kennethâs name was on my phone screen. He was the last person I wanted to talk to, but I figured if I didnât answer his call, he would only continue to call me.
âHey,â I said once I picked up my phone.
âAre you at the Airbnb, yet?â he asked.
âYes, Iâve been here for an hour talking to Riley on FaceTime,â I said.
âWhy didnât you let me know you made it?â he questioned me.
âI honestly had so much on my mind that I intended to, butââ I started.
âGlad to know Iâm not on your mind,â he said in an accusatory tone.Â
âKenneth, I donât want to argue right now. Iâm at the Airbnb. Iâm unpacking. I need to start decorating the house here soon before everyone gets here tomorrow,â I sighed into the phone.
âWhat are you doing about dinner?â he asked. Shit.
âIâll probably DoorDash something local. Iâm staying in, you know that,â I reminded him. âCan you send me a picture of Sassy?â I asked, trying to change the subject.
âYeah, I will here in a bit,â he responded. âI think the guys and I are gonna go grab a beer after we get off work tonight,â he said.
âDidnât you guys just go out last night?â I asked.
âYeah, weâre still celebrating our big win for the company. Are you seriously questioning me when youâre the one in Nashville on my dime?â he asked.
âJust be safe. Donât forget to send me a picture of Sassy, please,â I said in an attempt to end the phone call.Â
âYeah, I will. Have a good night, I guess,â he said with the least amount of enthusiasm a human could have.
âThanks, you too,â I said, returning the disinterested tone. I hung up the phone and stared at myself in the reflection of the full-length mirror near the side of the bed. How can someone who says he loves me make me feel so bad about myself? How can someone who I once loved more than anyone in the world make me feel like I am the unworthiest person on earth?
This feeling of despair solidified my decision. I opened my contacts app and scrolled until I found the name Plagiarism; as soon as I saw it, I let out a laugh. It felt good to laugh again..
Me: âHey, itâs the girl who has no name.â I hit send without overthinking the text. What if heâs never watched Game of Thrones? What if he doesnât get it? What if I look like a total idiot?
Plagiarism: âThe smart, beautiful, arrogant one?â
Me: âIâve heard that a couple times today.â
Plagiarism: âI was wondering if you were actually going to text me. Iâm glad you did. What would you like me to cook tonight?â
Me: âChefâs choice. Surprise me.â
Plagiarism: âAny food allergies? Likes? Dislikes?âÂ
Me: âIâm easy to please.â
Plagiarism: âNoted. Iâm going to run to the store because Iâm low on groceries. I havenât been home in a while. Iâll text you when Iâm about to check out so you can send me your address.â
Me: âRemember Iâm not sending you my address until you send me the safety precautions first.â
Plagiarism: âRight. As you wishâŠâ
I stared at my phone screen waiting for the text bubble to pop up to show heâs sending me the information Iâve asked for. As I wish? What the hell does that even mean? I couldnât stand waiting on his response a second longer, so I left my phone on the nightstand and began hanging up my clothes for the weekend. I opted to change into the comfy clothes that I brought to lounge in tonight after all. I inspected my hair and makeup in the mirror; I could definitely use a refresh. I carried my toiletries bag to the bathroom and began freshening up. Should I wear perfume? I wasnât wearing any today on the plane. Would he think I was weird for wearing perfume in pajamas? God I hope heâs wearing that cologne again. Suddenly I heard my phone buzz. I ran to check the screen when I saw it was a text from Riley.
Riley: âDid you text him?â
Me: âMaybeâŠâ
Riley: âSend me his number.â
I knew Riley wouldnât try to contact him. She just wanted to have his information on hand in case anything were to happen to me. I copied the number I had saved for Plagiarism and forwarded it to her. I put my phone back down on the nightstand to continue freshening up in the bathroom when I heard my phone ringing. Who the hell is calling me?
âYes?â I asked questionably.
âThatâs not even his real phone number!â Riley exclaimed.
âWhat do you mean itâs not real? I have already texted him⊠Of course itâs real,â I explained.
âNo, I just Googled that number and itâs a Google Voice number. That means he gave you a fake number connected to an app. I donât like this one bit,â she said.
âRiley, youâre overthinking thisââ I tried to respond.
âYouâre not thinking at all!â she yelled. I sat in silence as I realized she may be right. All I knew about this stranger was that his name is Josh, heâs a concert photographer, he lives in Nashville, and he listens to a band named Greta Van Fleet. Oh, and he loves his mom. Thatâs it.Â
âPlease be smart about this,â Riley pleaded, breaking the awkward silence.
âHe just responded!â I yelled into the phone while I put her on speaker. I opened his message to find a selfie that I swear was taken by an angel. I stared at his photo for so long I wanted it burned into my memory. I could tell that he changed clothes too. Those sunglasses from earlier now hung around his sweatshirt collar. I zoomed into the background trying to find details but all I could see was that he was in the driverâs seat of a nice vehicle. His hat from earlier was gone unleashing curls styled into⊠Is that a mullet?Â
âWell what does it say?â Riley yelled to knock me out of my trance.
 I read aloud his text to Riley, âMy name is Joshua Michael. You already have my phone number. Here is a picture of what I currently look like. I just pulled into Whole Foods, so Iâm heading inside to pick up some groceries for dinner.â
âHe has two first names?â Riley questioned.
âYou would focus on that,â I said with a laugh. I was too busy staring at the selfie he sent me. His soft smile hid the perfect teeth behind his full lips. His eyes were soft and inviting. I wonder if those are natural curls.
âWhat did you say he did for a living?â Riley asked.
âHeâs a concert photographer,â I replied.
âWell, thereâs a country music artist named Joshua Michael. Heâs old. Let me search for his photography businessââ Riley said.
âI donât know if he has his own business. He could work for a company,â I said with an annoyed tone that she was still in her investigative mood.
âTrue. Send me his picture,â Riley commanded. I went back to my messages and saved the selfie he sent me. I texted it to Riley and waited for her commentary.
âOhhhh, ok Joshua,â she said in a high-pitch tone. She got it.
âIâm telling you, his conversation alone is more enticing than his looks,â I said.
âI understand why you are willing to risk your life for a stranger now,â Riley said.
âHe texted me again!â I yelped not acknowledging her dig.Â
âRead it to me!â Riley exclaimed.
âOk, I am grabbing two bottles of wine. One red, one white. Unless you think I should get something else?â I read aloud.
âYou donât even drink,â Riley said.
âI drink!â I defended myself.
âOh yeah, once in a blue moon doesnât mean you drink. You better limit yourself to one glass. You know youâre kind of a lightweight,â Riley said.Â
âOh, so now youâre ok with him coming over?â I said with a matter-of-fact tone. Riley had been so against the idea of Josh coming over for dinner until this moment. Itâs the first time she sounded like she was in on the idea, so I knew I had to take advantage of it.
âHeâs coming over regardless of what I say, so I might as well embrace it. Send me a picture of his vehicle when he pulls into the Airbnb,â she commanded.
âYes, maâam. Anything else?â I asked sarcastically.
âI want you to text me periodically through the night to check in, ok?â she instructed.
âYes, maâam,â I responded.
âAlright, well have fun. Be safe. I love you more than anything. Use your head. Drink no more than one glass of wine. Text me often andââ she tried to say.
âOk, ok. I got it. I need to get off the phone to freshen up my makeup,â I interrupted. I said goodbye to Riley and hung up the phone. I went back to my text messages to reply to Josh; I wondered if he was annoyed that I hadnât responded yet.
Me: âOne bottle of white wine would be fine.â
Plagiarism: âIâm buying two just in case.â
Me: âIt wonât be necessary.â
Plagiarism: âThen Iâll leave the unopened bottle there for you and your friends to drink later this weekend.â
Me: âHow thoughtful.â
Plagiarism: âAlways. Iâm almost finished here. Can I have your address now or is my background check still processing?â I let out a laugh. Against my own better judgment, I sent him the address to the Airbnb. I couldnât believe I was about to spend the evening with one of the most interesting, attractive men I have ever met. They donât have guys like him in my small Oklahoma town.Â
Plagiarism: âMy GPS says Iâll be there in 20 minutes.â
Chapter Five
With 20 minutes to spare, I took what my mother always called a âwhoreâs bathâ in the bathtub. I continued to inspect my hair and makeup in the mirror. Why did I care so much about what I looked like? I brushed my teeth and reapplied my lipstick. I decided on a soft shade of pink to give my lips some color but not too much color. I stood back and examined my lounge set: I got this matching cropped short sleeve sweatshirt and pants on sale at Walmart, and this guy shops at Whole Foods. And he flies in Group A. And he has an assistant. I am so not his type. He is going to be bored of me within the first 10 minutes.Â
I put on another layer of deodorant because my nerves were starting to make me sweat. What am I doing? This was a bad idea. This was a stupid idea. I needed to text him right now and tell him I changed my mind. My anxiety was starting to get the best of me, so I started to remember my coping skills. I left the bathroom and sat on the couch in the spacious living room. Breathe. I opened my Spotify app and rather than listening to a familiar song to help calm my nerves, I hit a random song on the Greta Van Fleet playlist that Josh had downloaded to my phone. I closed my eyes and listened to music as I concentrated on my breathing.
âA beauty lives in every soul. The more you love, the more you know. They pass the torch, and it still burns. Once children then, itâs now our turn.â
This song was just what I needed to hear. Did Josh introduce me to my new favorite band? I continued to breathe and take in the beautiful lyrics when I heard a door shut. My eyes shot open and I jumped up from the couch. I glanced over the living room once more to make sure everything looked perfect. I peaked out the window to see him getting the bags of groceries out of the back of his Jeep. I quickly snapped a picture to text to Riley before he saw me. I continued to watch him from the window as he grabbed his final bag. Did he buy the whole damn store? I moved away from the window and waited by the door to let him in. I felt like I was going to pass out.
âCome on in,â I said as I opened the door. Somehow he looked even better than he did earlier. I glanced at his matching tan sweatsuit that complemented mine. His sweatshirt had a tiny triangular symbol with rhinestones, a symbol I did not recognize, sewn into it. He definitely did not get that from Walmart. I closed the door behind him as he carried what looked like seven bags of groceries to the kitchen. I followed him trying to appear calm, cool, and collected. I sat at one of the barstools behind the counter to watch him as he unpacked his purchases.
âMrsââ he began.
âMiss,â I corrected him. He looked confused as he glanced at my engagement ring still on my hand. Why didnât I take this off?
âMiss, I hope you like Polish food,â he said as he pulled out the two bottles of wine.
âIâm not sure Iâve ever had Polish food,â I said in a curious tone.
âIâm about to rock your world,â he said with a smile that displayed the gap that I will dream about tonight. I examined his hairstyle while he unpacked bell peppers, onions, carrots, mushrooms, various spices, and a package of beef. His hair was definitely styled in a way that Kenneth would die before wearing. It was a mullet alright, but not like any mullet you would see in Oklahoma.Â
âThis is my grandmotherâs recipe. Normally it simmers on the stove for several hours, but we donât have that luxury. It will still be good. Itâs my favorite comfort soup. Itâs called gulasz,â he explained.
âLike goulash?â I asked.
âSimilar, but this is the Polish version. Where are the knives?â he asked as he started to wash the vegetables.
âThis is my first time using the kitchen too, so your guess is as good as mine,â I said with a nervous laugh. I got up from the barstool to start opening the plethora of drawers until I found the utensils he would need.
âSo youâre Polish?â I asked as I handed him a cutting board.
âYes,â he said with a sense of pride.
 âHave you ever been to Poland?â I asked as I searched for two wine glasses in the cabinets. âOne drinkâ I practically heard Rileyâs voice in my ears.
âNo, not yet. Itâs definitely on my travel list when I go to Europe later this year,â he said as he stirred the beef inside the pot he found.Â
âIâve never been outside of the United States. Hell, Iâve barely been outside of Oklahoma. By the way, why were you and your assistant in Oklahoma City anyways?â I asked.
âMy whoâOh, yeah, he and I had a business meeting yesterday afternoon, so we flew back this morning. Our flight last night was canceled. We showed up to the airport this morning and asked for the earliest flight to Nashville, so we were limited to Southwest. But hey, no complaints now,â he said. Although his back was to me, I could hear the smile in his voice.
âA business meeting for your photography?â I asked as I watched him sprinkle paprika into the pot.
âYes, something like that,â he said with a smirk as he glanced over his shoulder. âDo you live in Oklahoma City?â he asked.
âOh, God no. I had to drive an hour and a half to get to the airport. My hometown is tiny. We donât even have a stoplight,â I said.
âYou still live in your hometown?â he asked. I watched him chop the vegetables with great focus. His knife work demonstrated that he was skilled. I gazed at the veins in his hands protruding with every motion. He dumped the sliced vegetables into the pot and covered it with a lid. I realized I had been watching him for too long and almost forgot what he had asked me.
âYes, everyone left except me,â I said with a laugh to hide the pain in my voice.
Josh immediately stopped what he was doing and turned to face me. I could feel him studying my face as if he were trying to read me like a novel. He slowly walked over to me. I felt my cheeks get warm as he stood so close I could smell his cologne over the aromatic dinner on the stove.
âAre you lonely?â he asked with a look in his eyes I couldnât quite place. Pity?Â
âMost of the time, yes. But itâs a feeling Iâve grown accustomed to,â I said with a shrug.
âI could sense that about you. Itâs one of the reasons I didnât want you to spend your first evening in Nashville alone,â he said looking at my mouth. Did I have lipstick on my teeth?Â
âYes, I definitely appreciate the company. How long until theâwhat was it called again?â I asked.
âRepeat after meâŠâ he said slowly. âGulasz.â I watched his mouth closely as his tongue flicked between the syllables.Â
âGulaszâŠâ I repeated back to him.
âGood girl,â he said with a wink. I felt myself forming into a puddle on the floor. âIt should be finished in about an hour and a half.â
 I needed to distract myself from him. I moved around him to walk toward the counter where I had left the two empty wine glasses. âSure, alcohol will helpâ I could hear Riley again. I realized the wine he had bought needed a corkscrew. The only wine I have ever had only had a twist top.
âThis is one of my favorites despite it coming from a grocery store. If I had more time to prepare, I would have brought some bottles from my favorite winery,â he said as he began searching the kitchen drawers for a corkscrew.Â
âIâm honestly not a wine connoisseur. I rarely drink,â I said timidly.
âWe donât have to open a bottle if you donât want to. Iâm perfectly fine drinking water,â he said, putting the newly found corkscrew back in the drawer.
âNo, no, I would like a glass,â I said with a smile.Â
âAre you sure? I would never ask you to do anything you didnât feel comfortable doing,â he said. His face looked so genuine that I wanted to take a picture to remember it.Â
âIâm sure,â I said, holding the glasses out to him. He took them from my hands but never broke eye contact. I couldnât stand the tension any longer, so I walked into the living room and waited for him to bring us the glasses of wine. I glanced at my phone to see two notifications from Riley and 49 from Nashville Babes. I cleared the group text notification and opened Rileyâs messages.
Riley: âOk, so he drives a nice ass Jeep. Slay.â
Riley: âI need a check-in soon or Iâm booking a flight.â
Me: âAll is good. Dinner is cooking. I havenât even had a sip of wine yet.â
I put my phone away as Josh sauntered into the room carrying two glasses of white wine. I placed two coasters on the living room table for him. He took a seat on the couch next to me while handing me my glass.
âCheers, darling,â he said, holding his glass out.
âCheers,â I said with a nervous laugh. We clinked glasses and took a sip of the wine. I could feel Joshâs eyes on me but I refused to look at him. I scanned the room looking for something to initiate a conversation.
âHave you always lived in Nashville?â I asked him.
âNo, Iâm actually from Michigan. I moved here about five-ish years ago,â he said, not breaking his gaze off of me.
âIâve never been to Michigan either. Iâm sure that doesnât surprise you,â I said timidly.
âI bet there is a lot about you that would surprise me,â he said with a wink. I took another drink of my wine to hide my smile.Â
âTell me about that ring on your finger,â he said candidly. Ah, the elephant in the room.
âThis is my engagement ring,â I said looking down at my hand. I used to love this ring. I hate that I donât anymore.
âWhen is the big day?â he asked.
âThere isnât one,â I said. âNot yet.â
âMarriage isnât for me,â he said with a sigh.
âWhy not?â I asked.
âI just donât see the purpose. I can love someone, or multiple people in my lifetime, and I donât need a piece of paper from the government to signify that love. I think society has a twisted expectation with matrimony. If I find someone with whom I want to share a connection with, I will focus my time and energy on that person for as long as I can,â he said finishing his wine. He placed his empty glass on the table next to mine that was still nearly full.Â
âTo each his own,â I said, eyeing our wine glasses.
âI donât mean to offend you,â he said.
âYou didnât. I think you have some interesting ways of looking at the world. Iâm sure that comes with traveling so much with touring,â I said. Josh looked at me like I had just said the raunchiest curse word he could think of. His shocked expression quickly faded.
âYes, photography. Touring. Right,â he said as he stood up and made his way into the kitchen. That was weird.
I watched him check the gulasz on the stove before grabbing the opened wine bottle and bringing it back into the living room. âYou need to catch up. Iâm starting to look like a lush,â he said while pouring himself a second glass.Â
âI told you Iâm not much of a drinker,â I said, grabbing my glass from his peer pressure. I took another drink as he sat back down on the couch.Â
âOne more glass and Iâll show you that exotic dance routine,â he said, wiggling his hips. I busted out laughing.Â
âHold on, Iâll need to go get some dollar bills out of my purse!â I said jumping up. Going along with the joke, I polished off my wine and placed the now empty glass back on the table. I scurried into the bedroom in which I claimed earlier to find my purse. I was looking through my wallet when I heard Josh enter the room.
âSo this is your bedroom for the weekend?â he asked, looking around. He walked over to the nightstand and placed two full glasses of wine on it.
âIâm not drinking another glass of wine,â I said.
âThatâs fine. Iâll drink both,â he said with a smile.
âJoshua Michael, you are a lush,â I said with a giggle. He walked over to where I was standing with the dollar bills in my hand.Â
âAre you going to tell me your name?â he asked.
âDo you normally go over to strange womenâs houses when you donât even know their name?â I asked.
âI donât kiss and tell,â he said with a wink. He moved closer to me. My breathing became short and I found it hard to stay standing. âHonestly, itâs probably best if I don't know your name.â
âReally?â I asked.
âThis right here,â he said, reaching out for my hand and toying with my ring. âThis right here tells me I donât need to know your name,â he said. âYou will only be here for the weekend and Iâm just here for the moment,â he said, still holding my hand in his. âNo name⊠No strings attached,â he said before letting go of my hand. I watched him walk over to the night stand and grab his glass of wine. He was no longer looking at me but I couldnât stop looking at him. He was waiting for me to make the next move.
Chapter Six
I walked back into the living room, leaving Josh and the wine glasses alone in my bedroom. I could feel the effect of the wine starting to take its toll on me. My lips were tingling with a numbness that was always the first sign of feeling buzzed. I grabbed my phone and texted Riley:
Me: âIâm still good.â
Riley: âWhat was for dinner?â
âYou know you donât have to go to another room to text him,â Josh said as he walked into the living room with his now empty glass in his hand.
âIâm actually texting Riley to assure her that I am still alive, thank you very much,â I said with a hint of annoyance.Â
âTell her Iâll put the leftovers in the fridge for her tomorrow,â he called out as he walked into the kitchen. I looked up from my phone to watch him stirring the contents inside the pot.Â
âIt smells amazing,â I said.
âIt will taste even better. It probably needs another 45 minutes. Can you wait that long?â he asked.
âYes, of course,â I lied. I hadnât eaten since I left the house this morning. The aroma was making my stomach growl in anticipation. I walked back into my bedroom to grab the new glass of wine that Josh had poured me. I took a few sips to try to trick my brain into thinking I was eating something. Alcohol on an empty stomach. Thatâs a good idea.
âI thought you werenât drinking anymore?â Josh asked from the doorway.
âI changed my mind,â I said, taking another sip.
âThe bottle is almost empty,â he said with a laugh.Â
âWell, thatâs not because of me,â I said, sticking my tongue out.
âItâs rude to stick your tongue out at people,â he said walking into the room. I tried to think of something witty to say back. The alcohol was definitely in my system now. I wasnât drunk but the buzz was nice.Â
âIâm not sure how much longer I can wait before dinner,â I said honestly.
âHow about I take your mind off of dinner for a bit?â he said, closing the space between us. I gasped when he stood so close to me I could smell the wine on his breath. He took the wine glass out of my hand and placed it on the nightstand.Â
âCan I kiss you?â he asked me while staring deep into my eyes like he could glimpse into my soul.
âIâI donât know,â I said nervously.
âIâll wait until you say yes,â he said, giving me a light kiss on the cheek. At that moment, I felt every nerve in my body combust. I was no longer solid matter; I was a liquid. Without hesitation, I grabbed Josh by the waist and pulled him into a kiss. His full lips kissed mine back and I felt his tongue make its way into my mouth. I pulled him tighter and felt his hands move up my back and into my hair. Every part of me was in this kiss. I lightly bit his bottom lip with my teeth and heard him let out a slight moan. I felt his hand grab the back of my head as he gently guided my body to the bed.Â
I began kissing his neck, the same neck I had admired so much on the plane. I tasted his scent and licked the mixture of cologne and sweat off of his neck. He began to remove his sweatshirt and pulled it over his head. I inhaled suddenly when I saw his perfect chest. I moved my lips down from his neck and began kissing his pecs. I continued to make my way down to his stomach until the peach fuzz below his belly button tickled my chin. I looked up at Josh and saw him smiling as he watched me work my way back up to his lips. He pulled me in for another kiss and I whimpered as he moved his hands all over my body.
âCan I kiss you all over?â he asked me as I tried to hide my grin.
âWhere did you have in mind?â I asked playfully. He moved his fingers across my collarbone.
âHere,â he said. Then he moved his fingers lower to my breasts. âHere,â he said again. His fingers began to move slowly downward until they stopped between my legs. âAnd here,â he said with finality. I removed my sweatshirt over my head and threw it to the floor. I began to unbutton my jeans when Joshâs hands stopped me.
âLet me,â he said in a seductive whisper. I moved my hands to allow him to remove them for me. He pulled my jeans down so slowly I thought I was going to melt into the bed. I could feel my panties sticking to me. He worked his way back up to my upper body and toyed with the clasp of my bra. With only one hand, he swiftly undid it and exposed my bare breasts. Heâs definitely a pro at this.
âWow,â he said while admiring my body. I moved my hands over my face to hide my embarrassment.Â
âWhat are you doing?â he asked.
âI donât know,â I said, still covering my face.Â
âMove your hands. I want to see you smile when I kiss youâŠall over,â he said gently. He moved his face back to my neck and I could feel his tongue swirl against my skin. His facial hair tickled my neck as his mouth moved to kiss my collarbone. Per his request, I moved my hands away from my face and placed them in his hair. I twirled my fingers through his curls as he brought his lips to my breasts. He took my nipple into his mouth and I let out a moan against my will. This noise that escaped me made him even more eager as he sucked and swirled his tongue against me. His free hand grasped my other breast and he moved his mouth to show it the same attention. I looked down to see him to find him staring at me as he moved his mouth even lower down my stomach.
âCan I remove your panties?â he asked.
âYes,â I sighed. Just then, I felt his hands gently pull the sides of my lace underwear down my legs. He moved his body to the floor and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He went to place his mouth against my entrance when I squeezed my legs together and pushed him back with my hands.
âDo you want me to stop?â he asked.
âItâs just⊠I donâtâŠâ I said embarrassed.
âYou donât want me to go down on you?â he asked.
âIâŠIâve never had anyone do that to me before,â I admitted.
âI want to show you what youâre missing,â he said, teasing my thighs with his hands.Â
Itâs not that Kenneth and I arenât sexually active. Well, scratch that. I wouldnât say weâre even active anymore, but weâve had sex. Weâve had the same sex since we were teenagers. In the ten years weâve been together, he has never gone down on me; I guess Iâm too embarrassed to ask him.Â
While he was still kneeling on the floor, I looked into Joshâs eyes as his head was positioned between my thighs. I gave him a nod and laid my head back to stare at the ceiling. Before I knew it, his tongue began licking my entrance. Oh my God. I felt his tongue work its way up to my clit where he took his time. With each movement of his tongue, I felt my legs twitch out of my control. He continued to grasp my legs with his hands as my body writhed on the mattress. âOh my God,â I moaned aloud. My thoughts were escaping me as I felt like I had lost total control of my mind, body, and soul. It felt like he was consuming me with every stroke of his tongue.
âOh my God,â I practically screamed as I felt myself cum. I tried to squeeze my thighs together but he held them firm with his hands and continued to lick my clit. This feeling was nearly leaving me no longer conscious. âFuck. Josh,â I moaned as I pulled his hair into my clenched fists. He continued to lick me until I could no longer stand it. I let out another scream and squeezed my thighs together so hard I thought I may kill him. He slowly pulled back and I could see his facial hair was dripping wet. Was that from me?
He kissed the top of my entrance one last time before sitting back on his hands and feet. I laid still on top of the bed, nearly unable to move as I tried to process what just happened.Â
âIâm going to clean up in the bathroom,â he said, waiting for me to respond before jumping up. I still couldnât formulate a single word so I laid there waiting for my senses to come back to me. I heard him laugh as he left the room. I scrambled to find my bra and panties while he was gone. I canât believe that just happened. I canât believe what Iâve been missing.Â
I went to find my phone on the nightstand to see Riley had sent me a series of texts. I skimmed through them and tried to hide my laughter as I sent another check-in text:
Me: So. Much. To. Tell. You. Still alive and very well.
I hit send and put my phone back as Josh entered the bedroom. He found his sweatshirt and began to pull it over his head. He climbed into bed to lay next to me.
âWhat are you thinking about?â he asked softly as I could feel his gaze on me.Â
âWhat are you thinking about?â I returned his question with a question.Â
âIâm wondering how someone could be engaged to be married, yet theyâve never experienced one of Godâs greatest creations,â Josh said with a laugh.
âKenâHe just never has,â I said as I stared into his eyes.
âHeâs a moron. You deserve to feel that every day. I love providing that service,â he said with a smirk.
âI can tell you know what youâre doing, but I donât want to know about your history,â I said, biting my lip.
 âYour taste in particularâŠâ he began to say.
âMy taste?â I asked as my cheeks began to redden.
âYou taste bitter and sweet⊠like a strawberry,â he said. âItâs incredible.â
âA strawberry?â I nearly squeaked.
âItâs now my favorite fruit,â he said as he kissed my forehead. He got up from the bed and handed me my clothes from the floor. âDinner should be ready now,â he said with a laugh.
After freshening up in the bathroom, I made my way into the dining room to find Josh had already made us plates. The room smelled amazing. He opened the second bottle of wine and was pouring us new glasses when I took my seat at the table.
âThis looks incredible, thank you,â I said as I waited for him to join me.
âItâs been simmering for a while,â he said with a wink as he placed my wine glass in front of me. He took the seat next to mine and handed me a spoon. I took a bite of the gulasz and fought the urge to moan again this evening.Â
âOh my God,â I said.
âIâve heard that before,â he said with a smirk. I reached out and pinched him on the arm as he playfully pulled away.
âThis may be one of the best things Iâve ever tasted,â I said as I went for a second bite.
âI used to think that too before, well,â he said, raising his eyebrow at me.
âShut the hell up,â I said laughing.
âSo I saved your number in my phone as Strawberry,â he said with a wink. Should I ask him about the Google Voice thing? No, I donât want to look crazy.
âYou think youâll need my number after tonight?â I said a little too bluntly.Â
âYouâre still here for a few nights. Maybe we can do this again,â he said with a wink.
âIâm going to be too busy with bars, karaoke, dancing, and strippers,â I said with a smug look on my face. âI wonât be thinking about you.â He can tell Iâm lying.
âThank you again for dinner and for keeping me company,â I said as I collected our dishes to take them to the sink. Josh was searching the cabinets for plastic containers to package the leftover gulasz in.Â
âIt was an honor,â he said with that brilliant smile of his. It was getting late and I had yet to decorate the Airbnb before the girlsâ arrival tomorrow. I was in so much bliss that I had forgotten why I was in Nashville in the first place. I needed to clear his lips, eyes, smile, voiceâeverything about him from my mind. This was supposed to be Rileyâs weekend but thoughts of his tongue consumed me. I walked Josh to the door as he moved in to kiss me goodbye.Â
âIf I texted you, would you respond?â he asked with one foot literally out the door.
âI might,â I said as I bit my lip.
âIâll take my chances,â he said as he walked out into the dark driveway. I watched him from the porch as he jumped into his Jeep to leave. I heard my phone ringing from the bedroom. I closed and locked the front door and then took off in a sprint hoping to see the name Plagiarism across my phone screen. Nope.
âHey,â I said as I answered the phone with a heavy sigh.
âWhy do you sound like you are out of breath?â Kenneth asked.
âI just had to run to the bedroom to catch my phone,â I said. âWhy are you still up?â
âWhat did you have for dinner?â he asked instead of answering my question.
âI DoorDashed some pasta from a local Italian place nearby,â I lied into the phone.
âReally?â he asked.
âMhm,â I said wondering why I felt like I was being interrogated.
âThen why is there no history of any orders from tonight on our DoorDash account?â he asked. Shit.
âI mean I called the restaurant and ordered over the phone. They delivered it,â I quickly added.
âOh, and thanks for not leaving me anything to eat in the house,â he said.Â
âI went grocery shopping before I left. There are plenty of things in the fridgeââ I began.
âYeah, it would have been nice to have some leftovers, but instead I have to cook for myself,â he interrupted. He sounded drunk.
âLook, itâs late. Iâm heading to bed. Iâm tired from traveling and decorating the house, so if thereâs nothing else you have to say to me,â I stated. Kenneth immediately hung up; my brief moment of boldness must have pissed him off even more. I shot Riley a quick text to let her know that I was alone, alive, and going to bed so she wouldnât be worried before I left my phone on the charger.
I was desperately tired but I needed to decorate the Airbnb for Rileyâs bachelorette weekend. I carried the packages of penis and hot pink cowgirl-themed decorations to the living room to begin. To stay awake, I turned on the TV to pull up YouTube to play some background music while I got busy. With the remote, I searched for my possible new favorite band, Greta Van Fleet. I scrolled through the first couple videos until I recognized the face on the thumbnails.
âWhat the fuck?â I yelled.
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So I'm disabled, right? We all know this. Anyway, what THAT means is that I get welfare to help me, you know...live.
And, in its great wisdom, the UK in recent years decided that, instead of having heaps of different forms of government welfare which all need to be applied for and often overlap/interact in the function they serve, it would be much more sensible to have ONE welfare payment, and just give people different amounts depending on which components they qualify for. They called this "Universal Credit".
Now, I have to say. In principle? This is a good idea! But despite the similarity in name, you should 100% NOT confuse it with the concept of a Universal Basic Income (which is a Very Good Idea, fucking hell can we not just do that instead??), because let me tell you. Universal it fucking ain't.
I'm going through the process of "migrating" to the new system at the moment, and in reading up on the thing, man. It's so fucked up.
First of all, you cannot apply if you have more than ÂŁ16,000 in savings. Which...okay. I could kinda see the logic in that. But that's a point against "Universal" already, right? And before you say "Oh but Tott, 'Universal' in this context obviously means that it's the one-and-only benefit, right?" - Well, no. There are actually other benefits which it doesn't replace, such as Child Benefit and PIP (A disability thing, if you don't know, don't ask. It's too fucking depressing).
Secondly. Savings in the bank are counted against you, right? And if you have any more than ÂŁ6k in the bank, you have your monthly payments docked by a percentage of your savings until you fall below the threshold again. But if you own a house, equity held in property is not counted against you. You're potentially free to claim the full amount.
And this is just...it's so fucked up, right? If you own your house, that's fine! You won't be penalised for needing the UC payments to live - which is because half of the benefits being merged into it used to be paid out to working families, to cover how appallingly low our wages are. It would have been an economic apocalypse to count equity. Half the country would have been homeless overnight.
Meanwhile, those who are renting are just...fucked. You can't save up money for a mortgage deposit, even though you could claim UC to cover a mortgage, because you'd have to save more for the deposit than the threshold allows. Any time you save, you'll just have your income docked. So you're trapped in rental accommodation unless you get a windfall, or somehow start earning enough that you don't need the UC. And in the UK, most jobs don't pay a living wage, so most families do need UC. That's why they called it "Universal Credit" instead of "Universal Welfare", by the way. They had to make it sound good to all the Conservatives who are scared of "welfare" even though most of them rely on it too.
So just. Yeah. I'm really angry right now at how entirely fucked up this "benefit" is (In the UK, people use the word "benefits" synonymously with "welfare", which is ironic given they're among the least generous in the entire developed world), but obviously I can't do anything about it because hey. I should just be grateful, right? I live off benefits, woo, what a life! Clearly I have it easy!
Yeah. No home security, and if I balance the books and start to save money, despite the pittance which is my lot, my reward is that they fucking penalise me for it. And yes, this is an old Tory policy which has been carried over into the new Labour government, but I hardly think it's a top priority for anyone to change.
There's a saying among disability campaigners: The cruelty is the point. Shit like this just reminds me how true it really is.
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The Agent and the Fireman, Part 14
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âOh, look who graced us with his presence,â Jerry called out as he walked into the office where Deeks was completing the monthly duty schedule. âYouâve been spending so much time with your Fed friends, I thought you might have jumped ship.â
âYeah, because thereâs an ongoing case where they need my expertise,â Deeks said with a smirk that had gotten him out of any number of minor scuffles in his younger days.
âDoesnât hurt that thereâs your lady agent friend there. Whatâs her name again?â
âNice try.â
âIt was worth a shot. So, is it safe to say youâre smitten?â Jerry continued, not all dissuaded from his purpose. Deeks paused, debating if he say anything. As much time as he and Deeks had spent together recently, they hadnât exactly discussed any parameters for their fledgling relationship.
Glancing over his shoulder to make sure there werenât any listening ears around, and lowered his voice.
âIâve never met anyone like her before. Sheâs fearless, says whatâs on her mind, has this insane laugh. Itâs actually more of a cackle than a laugh. The day she got trapped in that building, I swear she was ready to punch me out when I picked her up and carried her out of there.â
âBut then she got a good feel of those muscles, and she was a goner,â Jerry teased. âShe actually sounds a little like Monica.â
âHey, we do not go there,â Deeks reminded Jerry with a jab of his finger. âSheâs nothing like Monica.â
Jerry shook his head, looking fondly irritated. âOnly you would stumble upon a hot federal agent, and actually start dating her.â
âSpeaking of said âhotâ agent,â Deeks said, picking up his phone as it started ringing. Jerry craned his neck to look over Deeksâ shoulder, but heâd entered Kensiâs contact information under KB. âLooks like theyâre in need of my expertise again.â With a grin, Deeks put his phone to his ear.
âYou know, youâre really annoying when youâre in love,â Jerry said under his breath.
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Kensi had given Deeks the address they thought Jason McHenry might be holed up in, but apparently needed his advice on some device theyâd found.
She met him as soon as he pulled across the street from a small industrial building. She wore a vest and hand a rifle strapped to her right thigh.
âKensi, whatâs going on?â
âWe tracked McHenry here from his mother. You were right, she dropped a payment at a P.O. box yesterday. We took her in, and she eventually gave us this address,â she explained. âWe have people watching both exits.â
âThat sounds promising,â Deeks said.
âIt is. Except for the device rigged to the front door.â Kensi lead him to a small barricade set up nearby where he could see Agents Hanna and Callen standing. âGiven his tendency to burn evidence, we used a camera to check and found this.â
Theyâd reached the barricade by now, and Sam wordlessly handed him a small tablet. He and Callen both wore protective vests and were armed as well.
Tilting the screen away from the sun, Deeks peered at the captured image. There were a multitude of wires and other electrical pieces that made defining the deviceâs purpose difficult.
âThereâs components similar to the last incendiary device you found, but this one does look like itâs rigged to trigger when the door is opened,â Deeks said slowly, enlarging the picture and working his way from one side to the other. âYeah, thereâs a trigger of sorts connected to this wire.â
âCan we disarm it?â Callen asked.
âPossibly. Though Iâd need better imaging and possibly a live camera to be safe.â Deeks looked up briefly to find all three agents watching him closely.
âYou tell me where to cut and Iâll do it,â Sam told him confidently.
âSamâs our resident unofficial bomb defuser,â Kensi explained.
âMm, should I be worried that you have the need for a designated bomb defuser on the team?â he asked, focused on the picture once again.
âOk, enough chitchat,â Sam interrupted. âLetâs get some more pictures andââ
âWait!â Deeks pressed a hand to Samâs chest, physically holding him back. âThereâs a secondary fuse on a time control,â he said, gesturing to the picture. âItâs already been triggered. Everybody needs to move now.â
âHow long we got?â Sam asked.
âI have no idea,â Deeks said, nodding towards the building. âIt could be any second, especially with how long ago he must have triggered it.â
âAlright, everybody evacuate,â Callen ordered, gesturing for Kensi and Deeks to move ahead of him. Deeks heard Sam contacting someone over his radio and giving similar directions as they ran across the street.
Theyâd just crossed onto the opposite side when a massive explosion rocked the earth around them. Deeks heard Kensi shout his name as he was knocked to the ground, someone crashing into him as he fell.
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A/N: Bet you werenât expecting that!
Once again, yes I know that this is not how things work. Just accept the modicum of procedurally stuff and pretend that it all makes sense.
#ncis la fanfiction#marty deeks#kensi blye#densi#firefighter Deeks#light action#Deeks is hot#fireman au#the agent and the firemant#part 14#ejzah fanfiction
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â COMMISSIONS
i am opening commissions for anyone that would be interested. i am struggling a little with maintaining rent and monthly payments with the income i have, so iâve decided to open commissions for a little extra. if youâre interested, keep reading below.
â BASIC INFORMATION
0 / 5
there are five slots, i will be following a first come first serve basis. iâll be writing both sfw and nsfw content, but keep in mind this is a yandere blog â there will always be an amount of violence, gore and dark content.
when youâre submitting your commissions please do so through pmâs and make sure youâre as detailed as possible. if you want to add your own oc, tell me everything i need to know to make it easier for both of us. include preferred pronouns, physical appearance, personality, likes and dislikes, relationships with other characters you want to appear and history.
give me a detailed plot and what you want to happen or give me creative space to create something for you.
â REFUNDS
i will not be offering refunds. i will be sending you the unfinished project before and you are allowed two revisions for drabbles and fics, as all the money made will be sent to a savings account immediately.
â COMMISSION TYPES
this is a small preview of what iâll be offering
⣠drabbles and fics â these are pieces with at least 500 words up to 3000 words. depending on your commission they may take me between 1 â 3 weeks depending on the length you requested.
⣠headcanons â headcanons with descriptive points, will take max. 2 days.
‷ e.g roommates â itadori yuuji
⣠editing / beta reading â iâm offering my help with your fiction. i can check for spelling or grammar mistakes and give suggestions if thatâs what youâd like.
⣠layouts & moodboards â this is kind of like a bundle. iâll be editing you a layout ( header & profile pic ) this can include anything you want, you can also ask for examples.
moodboards will be having 4/6/9 pics with any aesthetic you want or fitting to a story. also will be offering to make covers for your stories.
â FINISHED PIECES
you will be receiving the finished product as a pdf per email ( which wonât be shared anywhere ) i will notify you per pm which email your commission will come from. please donât share or contact this email again. if you have allowed me to post your commission, i will add the piece to my masterlist and tag you if youâd like.
if youâve commissioned a layout / moodboard / cover, please give credit when using it.
written pieces are for personal use only. you are not allowed to share or repost the work as your own, nor reâsell it.
â WHAT I WILL WRITE
i will be writing for bnha & jjk only. as this is a yandere blog, they will always be in this sort of au. though you can add any au you want.
⣠ocâs
⣠various kinks
⣠fwb, hybrids, etc
⣠nsfw content
⣠and more
there isnât much i wonât write. just hit me up with your idea and iâll let you know.
â PRICING
prices are in european currency, please make sure to keep that in mind when paying.
5âŹ âŸ 500 words
10âŹ âŸ 501 â 1000 words
15âŹ âŸ 1001 â 2000 words
20âŹ âŸ 2001 â 3000 words
anything over 3000 words will be priced with 1⏠per 100 words. if i go over the estimated length without your wish, i will not be charging you for extra length.
3âŹ âŸ for layouts ( header & profile pic )
3âŹ âŸ for moodboards or covers
3âŹ âŸ for detailed headcanons
5âŹ âŸ editing & beta reading
iâll be offering bundles as well.
5âŹ âŸ layout & moodboard bundle
2âŹ+ ⟠for a moodboard / cover or headcanons added to your fic commission
â PAYMENT
payment will go through paypal only. iâll be providing my paypal account once both parties have agreed to the commission.
you can ask as many questions as youâd like. asking is always free.
thank you for supporting me in any way. please donât hesitate to send me an ask if you have any questions. <3
i will still be posting regularly and doing requests as before. if you wonât commission anything maybe still like or reblog so people can see. thank you to everyone!
#yandere bnha#yandere mha#yandere boku no hero academia#yandere my hero academia#yandere jujutsu kaisen#yandere jjk#yandere x reader#yandere writing#writing comissions
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Guess who made a mistake with her student loans and now has one that went into Default? Guess who now needs to come up with $37,000? Me. I started up a Spotfund and will link it below. My father is going to talk to his financial advisor about what we can do (set up some kind of monthly payment option), but I want to be able to pay him back ASAP. If anyone knows of any other ways I can expand its reach, make extra money, etc. - let me know!
Thank you for donating or sharing this post! <3
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okay so i have around 6⏠in my bank account and one of my automatic monthly payments just fell in and i'm about to have negative balance lmao
if anyone wants to "buy me a coffee" / donate bc you like my photography, now would be very much appreciated
if anyone needs anything in terms of copywriting, writing or even design let me know as well bc i can do that too
#i also don't know when i'll get paid since my boss sucks ass#i have some money on revolut but i can't transfer to my bank account#if anyone knows how to do that it would also be welcome please let me know through dms đ„č
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HEY!!!!
has this Situation ever happened to any of yall???
say you have some sort of monthly or yearly subscription service, a la netflix or amazon prime or adobe or anything like that.
during your subscription, your debit/credit card expires, and you're automatically issued a new card by your bank or whatever.
a little while later, the thing you subscribe to sends you an email alerting you that their attempt to charge you for the next period failed, and that you need to update your payment information so they can charge you, or else your account will no longer be active.
well, you decide that you don't want to renew your subscription after all, so you let it be, figuring they'll go ahead and just deactivate your account like they said they would.
BUT INSTEAD THEY CHARGE IT TO YOUR NEW FUCKING DEBIT/CREDIT CARD EVEN THOUGH YOU NEITHER GAVE THEM THE NUMBER, NOR AUTHORIZED THEM TO USE IT!!!!
this has happened to me 3 fucking times recently! which, of course, the Lesson i have learned is that clearly i need to cancel my accounts myself instead of trusting that these companies aren't going to invite theirselves into my bank account by using sensitive information that i never even gave them.
like, how is that shit even allowed???
im googling about it and apparently it's spun as some kind of ~convenient service~ in which card companies will hand over your new info to your subscription services in order to ~spare you from the hassle of updating your payment information.~ but since im not a weak ass boot licking capitalist bitch baby, i know they're not doing it as a kind favor to make anyone's life easier - they're doing it to choke more money out of everybody.
but even then, in my situations, the subscription services LITERALLYYYYY STATED that my service would be discontinued if I didn't update the info, and not only did they not discontinue the service, but they also charged me for it! i dont give a fuck what kind of ~agreement~ my bank or my credit card company has with these services. if you tell me you're going to discontinue my account if I don't do X, then that's what you need to fucking do!
don't say "you need to update your payment info in order to continue receiving this service" if what you really mean is "if you don't update your payment info literally nothing is going to change because we're going to get your new credit card info and charge you anyway."
death to america omfg.
#also a big FUCK YOU to ânoomâ for manipulating me into waiting until the end of the pay period before shutting down my account#by telling me that ~we'll send you a reminder to cancel your subscription a week before the next payment would be due~#and then just straight up Not Doing That.
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rant on american healthcare under the readmore
so let's imagine you're me / a regular american person and you pay like $200-$300 monthly to have health insurance (like you're legally required to). it's bigger than any of your other bills as a single person and, if you don't have a car payment, it's prolly the most expensive monthly bill after rent and groceries. (you know, the big stuff, food and shelter.)
So you pay your $200-$300 cuz it's the plan you can afford. So you only pay for doctor copays (if they're in-network and they won't tell you who is) and small fees for medication, like, $10.
except every single fucking time you go to get a prescription - not even a NEW one, one you've been filling every month for your whole life â a doctor has to send a "prior authorization" to some poor fucker who works for your health insurance company who gets to say whether or not you need the medication. and they DENY IT. ALL THE TIME.
That's the reason I haven't been on my asthma inhaler for over 2 years, for the medical condition I've had since i was a fucking BABY. some asshat decided I didn't need it and that they wouldn't pay for it, even tho we PAY FOR HEALTH INSURANCE EVERY SINGLE MONTH.
Now i can't even get my fucking ADHD medication because that same fucker has just decided that even though I've been evaluated by two different psychiatrists, I don't need the medication they both say I do. And now I have to pay $50-$100 for those 30 pills WITH A COUPON because the insurance that costs like $250 a month won't do shit about it. And to make matters worse, every pharmacy doesn't have it because the FDA has decided I'm an addict and to punish me for the brain they gave me by not regulating shit that gives everybody and their mother an attention deficit disorder. Can't deal with lead in the lunchables but you can ban people from getting the meds they need to take care of their own lives.
all health insurance executives should be [redacted] in the [redacted] and their [redacted] should be [redacted] through the [redacted] as a fucking warning to anyone who aspires to break society this badly with their profiteering.
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Summary: Toji Fushiguro, who is in disgrace after having an affair with his bossâ now ex-wife, Akasha Doukas, is now tasked with protecting her as the mercurial grounds of Tokyoâs Underworld begin to shift into uncertainty, putting the entire syndicate and anyone associated with them in peril.
Pairing[s]: Toji x Black OC
Rating: Explicit [smut will make itself known in future installments].
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đč 001. Fushiguro
   The rain is falling hard enough to sting. Curtains of water stream from the sky, beating against glass, against rooftops, pummeling umbrellas. On nights like this there is virtually no foot traffic, and the streets are empty, illuminating the subtle mist of the summer storm in various shades of neon. The silence of Tokyo in the midst of heavy rain is nothing compared to what goes on inside the cluster of empty shops at this hour of the night.
    In the backroom of a costume jewelry shop, strapped to a metal chair, is Hotsuma Masaki. You see, Masaki was supposed to be in charge of collecting a bi-monthly stipend from his block to make the payments to the Yamaguchi Group in order to ensure their shops remain safe and secure. Lately, Masaki has fallen on some hard times. Not as hard as the time heâs having right now, mind you, but he recently found himself in some financial troubles. Now all these transactions with the Yamaguchi Group are, off the books one might say, so Masaki took it upon himself to skim a little off the top of the stipend, figuring they wouldnât pursue him for funds they werenât supposed to be receiving in the first place.
    Unfortunately for Masaki, the Yamaguchi Group has just the individual to deal with such blatant disregard for a formal contract. His name is Toji Fushiguro, and right now he is agitated. To call Toji a dangerous man is to call a jungle cat dangerous when you meet its gaze over the drinking pool. Toji is a mountain of a man, and his name alone is enough to instill fear in anyone who moves in the same circles of the Yamaguchi Group. His specialty is whatever Boss Yamaguchi needs it to be, but he came up as a young yakuza doing wet work. If Boss Yamaguchi needed an enemy, a rival, hell even a nuisance eliminated, he sent Fushiguro. The Problem Solver.
    Right now, Toji has a few questions, chief among them being why the fuck he has been called in to work on his one night off a week. However, he knows why heâs here, and so does Masaki, which is why when he crouches down to peer at the trembling, bloodied mess that is his handiwork, he does not look the least bit sorry. Those frosty, pitiless green eyes seem almost bored.
    Toji Fushiguro is bored, and he emphasizes this by sticking his gloved finger into the wound in Masakiâs thigh, made with a drill. Masaki lets out a strangled sound, breaking into renewed sobs. He knows heâs fucked. Toji has a near 100% clearance rate. You donât survive interrogations with Toji.
    âLook,â Toji drawls as Masakiâs sobs die down into exhausted whimpers. âI donât have all fucking night, and neither do you. Just tell me what I want to know and this ends.â
    âP-pleaseâŠâ Masaki croaks, begging. Tojiâs expression is impassive. âYouâll kill me.â
    Toji sighs. He really doesnât have all goddamn night.
    âWe already know it was you, Masaki,â Toji says. âThis was supposed to be a courtesy in which you come clean. But, if this is how itâs going to be, thenâŠâ
    Toji stands up, Masakiâs wild gaze rolls upward to look at him. He really is a large man, seeming to bend all the light in the room around him. His eyes are cold and menacing, and Masaki finds himself focused on the scar on his lip as Tojiâs mouth pulls into a sneer.
    He doesnât even see the silencer as the gunshot rings out, drowned out by the storm outside.
    The silence after is Tojiâs favorite part; he is almost meditative, connected to the world beyond the mortal coil as the only other soul in the room with him flees to wherever it is souls go. Toji has done this innumerable times before. At this point he should be asking the damned churches to pay a stipend to him he keeps them so busy on Sundays.
    He pulls out his phone, sending a quick text before leaving the room.
    Outside, a black Bentley waits. Toji doesnât bother with an umbrella, hurrying as the driver opens the door. Toji squeezes into the luxurious tan backseat, not surprised to see a familiar face across from him.
    âThis is pretty small potatoes for you, donât you think?â Shiu Kong asks with a grin.
    âHe was going to the cops,â Toji says. âThat would have put a wrinkle in the bossâ plans for this area.â
    Kong sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. âYeah, I can see how that would be a problem. So, whatâs the old man want now?â
    Toji shrugs. âHell if I know, but weâll know soon enough. I donât get paid to know his mind, just do what needs doing.â
    Kong snorts. âWish that fucking demon Sukuna had your discipline. You hear about what happened?â
    Toji raises a brow. âIf itâs about the chop shop then yeah. If itâs about the fight club then Iâm under strict orders to pretend I donât know anything about it.â He grins then. Kong laughs. Both of them know about it, of course, how Sukuna beat seven shades of shit out of some upstart who dared to question him. Toji knows Sukuna has the temper of a live grenade, but he also knows that he doesnât discipline without good reason. Whatever that underling said or did, he likely had plenty of warning before being assigned to work under the two-faced demon. Kongâs phone rings. He answers.
    âYeah? Yeah. Alriâno heâs here with me. Now? Alright, weâre on the way.â
    Kong orders the driver to change the route. Toji leans back in his seat.
    âOld man wants a word, huh?â He asks. Kong grins, lighting a cigarette.
    âYou know how it goes, Toji,â he says harshly. âSorry to keep you so busy on your night off, I know youâve got such a busy social life outside of work.â
    Toji snorts derisively. âVery funny. Letâs just get this over with.â
    The meeting with Boss Yamaguchi is for lack of a better word: unorthodox. Toji normally gets his jobs passed along via Shiu, and if things are really ugly, directly from Boss Yamaguchi himself, but things have been relatively calm in the past few years. Of course, that is all subject to change in their lifestyle, and so when Toji rides the penthouse elevator, he does what any other warrior does in peace time: he prepares.
    The penthouse itself is severe and austere in appearance, the elevator opening to a long marble hallway lined with expensive art and sculpture. More importantly, it is a chokepoint should anyone seek to attack the penthouse. Toji can see no viable points of entry outside the elevator, and instead assesses how heâd infiltrate such a stronghold if he were seeking to claim Yamaguchiâs life.
    Not that he would ever betray his boss and mentor, but it is just how his mind works. Heâs always considering how efficiently he has to work to kill anyone he meets.
    âToji Fushiguro,â Boss Yamaguchi greets, pulling from a cigar as he stands by the floor to ceiling windows overlooking Tokyoâs glittering spread of a skyline, wreathed in the stormâs fog and thick clouds. Toji deduces that the windows are reinforced to withstand an explosion, likely shatterproof to prevent defenestration. If he were to kill everyone here, heâd have to be quick and thorough and leave through the elevatorâŠor the roof.
    âTo what do I owe the pleasure, Boss?â Toji asks, coming to stand just a pace behind Yamaguchiâs shoulder. There are other yakuza in the large space, posted around looking hard of course, but Toji has nothing to fear from any of them. They are not on his level, and Yamaguchi trusts him intrinsically.
    âThings are getting ugly in some of our international interests,â Yamaguchi says. âLooks like the Kamo Group is making their fucking move.â
    Toji makes a derisive noise, sucking his teeth.
    âYeah? We got more than enough connections to hem them up. You know Iâve only got a few specialties, Boss. Who needs to go?â
    Yamaguchi is silent. Though Toji towers over him by nearly a head, it is clear which of them holds power in this room. Toji is dangerous, but he is leashed for now, under the strict aegis of Yamaguchi, and therefore not a threat to the man.
    âIâm putting you and Sukuna on a protection detail for Akasha,â he says and Tojiâs brows go up. Akasha is Boss Yamaguchiâs ex-wife, and last he heard is currently living abroad in Greece as an artist or photographer or whatever. Why assign him to her?
    Fuck, he hasnât seen her in two years.
    âYou sure thatâs necessary? SheâsâŠsheâs so far away.â
    âWhich makes her vulnerable if Kamo wants to get to me. Just get on the next fucking flight and go keep an eye on her. She doesnât have to fucking like it. Itâs for her own good.â
    Toji sighs. âWhatever you say, Boss. Sheâs as like to kill me, though.â
    Yamaguchi finally spares Toji a glare, saying nothing.
    âKong will give you the details. Go and pull that demon Sukuna out of whatever piece of pussy heâs buried in and make sure you do your jobs.â
    Toji snorts. âGot it.â
    As meetings went, that was relatively short and surprisingly painless. Suspiciously painless, if heâs being honest.
    Toji wants to curse, but instead he keeps his cool on the elevator ride down, keeps his cool as he leaves the lobby, and even keeps his cool on the car ride home. Kong gives him the dossier, complete with boarding passes and a heavy transfer to his private account, as well as an address he assumes to be Akashaâs residence.
    âDoes she even know weâre coming?â Toji asks to which Kong shrugs.
    âYou know how it is with her and the Boss,â he says. âHe probably tried to get one of us to tell her, andcshe probably sent his ass to voicemail as usual.â
    Toji nods. Yeah, that sounds like Akasha. He just wonders why the Boss is worried enough to put him and Sukuna on the same detail. Then, he thinks: heâd do the same thing in Yamaguchiâs shoes. Akasha is worth every bit of protection.
    He shakes off the uncomfortable familiarity and anticipation of seeing her again. The last time he saw her had not been either of their finest hours. He just hopes this paranoia of Yamaguchiâs is unfounded. Still, itâs easy money, and protection details tend to be light work. He doubts Akasha has a schedule that will amount to anything more than a free vacation in Greece for a few months.
    He meets Sukuna at the private airstrip outside of Tokyo. The other man, though not as broad, is still tall. Heâs dressed in a crisp black suit, the shirt unbuttoned to show off the cuban link chain around his neck. Even though itâs the middle of the night heâs got on shades.
    âIâm surprised you arenât running late,â Toji says by way of greeting and Sukuna grins although he always looks like heâs just a tad manic when he does.
    âI could always call her back and tell her we can finish,â Sukuna says by way of suggestion. Toji grumbles and shakes his head as they board the private jet that will take them out of the country. Boss Yamaguchi must want this flight to be direct if heâs lending them the jet. Fine by him, Toji will never turn down exclusive in-flight amenities and the best sleep of his life on a plane one can get. For his part, Sukuna is already reclined in his seat, and Toji is relieved to not see him trying to hit on the stewardess although he knows that can change by the end of the flight.
    Akasha.
    Goddamnit.
    Toji pinches the bridge of his nose. He has never been able to refuse Boss Yamaguchi, and he doesnât even think thatâs something one does, but this is a deliberate twisting of the knife. Two years ago, Toji would have leapt at the chance to be Akashaâs shadow, even if all he did was watch her paint and listen to her talk about her love of art all day. He misses listening to her. She was so vibrant and intelligent, so unlike her ex-husband itâs a wonder how they wound up together.
    Especially when Toji knows it should have been him.
    Fuck.
    âSo,â Sukuna says, nearly startling the assassin. He wasnât asleep? âAkasha.â
    Toji sighs. âYeah. Akasha.â
    âBeen a long time since weâve seen her. Think sheâs still mad at you?â
    Toji frowns. âDoesnât matter. We got a job to do.â
    âNot what I asked, Fushiguro.â Sukuna leans forward, those burgundy eyes flickering like rubies in the soft, ambient lighting of the jet.
    Toji leans back, throwing his arm over his eyes.
    âWhat do you want me to say? That I hope sheâs not mad? Akasha was never one to hold a grudge, you know that. And itâs been two years. Iâm sure sheâs completely moved on.â
    Sukuna snorts. âYeah, weâll see how she reacts when you turn up on her doorstep.â
    Toji hasnât actually thought that far. In fact, he hadnât planned on actually making himself known to Akasha if he could help it. Now, halfway over the damned continent, heâs suddenly faced with the reality of the situation. What the fuck can he even say? How will he greet her? Should he apologize?
    Sorry for outing our affair in front of your husband and kids because I was drunk and heartbroken you werenât married to me?
Toji would rather put a fucking pistol in his mouth and eat a round than do that. God, how fucking embarrassing. And even more so when Sukuna was the one who had to carry him out of there. He was lucky Yamaguchi didnât have him executed and thrown in the damned harbor for that. No, instead, Toji had been further chained to Yamaguchi, doing penance in the form of truly despicable and menial work. Things that were once beneath his station were suddenly his priority.
    For two years Yamaguchi barely spoke to him, and nowâŠwell, now he was on a private jet to go and protect the manâs ex-wife, whom he admitted to fucking for at least two years in front of God and his entire damn family. All because Akasha broke things off, and he canât even be mad at her for it because she had been justified.
    Fuck.
    âMaybe I should do the talking on this assignment,â Sukuna says, grinning as he watches Tojiâs inner turmoil flit through his features like a frightened pack of rabbits.
    Toji shoots him an incredulous frown.
    âThe minute you open your mouth, weâll have Interpol and NATO on our asses and youâll have violated at least seven international laws before we even make it to the hotel. Are you even allowed in Greece?â
    Sukuna sits back, looking pleased with this summary of his admittedly earned reputation as a calamity made flesh. âI am! And honestly those fuckers in Ibiza were prudes. It worked itself out, though, remember?â
    Toji chuckles, remembering. Sukuna cemented his loyalty with Yamaguchi by being the most vicious fighter in the ranks. Not only that, but heâs exceedingly perceptive and wickedly intelligent. Most write him off as a wild and untamable bad boy, and Toji wouldnât hesitate to agree, but when it comes to his work Sukuna is thorough and efficient. Heâs justâŠa tad flashy. Heâs also one of the best fighters with an edged weapon outside of Toji himself. The man keeps blades on him at all times, and Toji has seen what quick work he makes of his targets with them. Heâs had Tojiâs back in more than a few scrapes.
    So he can forgive him for the Ibiza Incident.
    âI guess weâll have to call her eventually.â Toji mutters to himself. But first, they have to do some reconnaissance.
    The first thing Toji learns when they touch down in Greece is that Akasha is living on one of the islands, specifically sequestered in a villa on Naxos. He and Sukuna must land on the mainland, and then travel by boat into the Aegean. Itâs a pleasant excursion, and the vista of the island is nothing short of idyllic.
    âTuh,â Sukuna says as they make port and disembark. âSheâs been living in paradise. Guess that divorce wasnât all bad. Sheâs not even bothered to hide her trail.â
    Toji shoots Sukuna an annoyed look. The man has no tact or couth to speak of, despite his elite level work for the syndicate. He just hopes he can keep his fool mouth shut long enough for them to set up and possibly contact Akasha and let them know what theyâre about.
    Part of him hopes he can get through this assignment without grinding his teeth to bits.
    âWell, we know well enough to know it wasnât all great either. Letâs get this done.â
    They know Akashaâs address and after some heated back and forth, Sukuna manages to convince Toji to grab his fucking cock and talk to the woman before he shoots him and then himself.
    Well, that isnât quite how the conversation went but the spirit was there, and Toji finally decided to find his fucking courage and march right up to the front gate of her villa.
    Itâs disorienting at first. It feels wrong to be announcing himself like this, as if he shouldnât be here. He remembers this feeling the first time he and Akasha found themselves aloneâtruly alone.
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