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You are a truck driver; you know that to keep your rigs moving without any kind of violation, the form 2290 needs to be made. Be assured that doing it online through form 2290 e-filing is not too tough or stressful if you're doing it with a trustworthy filing provider. Just follow this step-by-step procedure to help you file your Form 2290 Online with ease via electronic means, assisted by a trusted filing provider. Step 1: Select a Reliable E-Filing Company First, select a reputable and authentic seller for the e-filing of Form 2290. The company you want to select should be an IRS-authorized company; besides this, it must have positive reviews from thousands of truckers. That way, your filing process would be safe and soundless. Second Step: Creating An Account Then you are guided to their website for a registration process where they require you to provide them with some personal details such as your name, email address, and EIN number. Then, they will keep this information confidential and monitor your filing status. Add Truck Information Once you create your account, you are required to fill in as much information regarding your truck(s) as possible. Information includes; Vehicle Identification Number, gross weight of your vehicle, and date that has brought it to public highways during a tax period. Step 4: Review Your Form Ensure all details given are cross-checked prior to uploading. Check if truck detail contains EIN are correctly added. In fact, even some legitimate providers also allow error-checking capability and thus reduce the likelihood of most often encountered errors. Step 5: HVUT Payment You are supposed to pay the HVUT depending on the amount of how much your vehicle has consumed, in terms of its weight or mileage. There is always more than one way that reliable e-filing service providers give a person to pay HVUT, that include credit cards or direct transfers to banks. Step 6: File and Get Your Signed Schedule 1 Once you fill it out and pay for, you will submit your application. You get an instant process of e-filing through a valid filing service that will forward to you a signed Schedule 1 with proof of filing your tax. This will be conveyed to you via email in minutes. Step 7: Safe Custody of your Documents The copy of it must be kept in your record, so you will have easy access when receiving your schedule 1, especially for your vehicle's re-registration. Conclusion Use E-file Form 2290 with a professional e-file service provider- fast, easy, and stress-free. No more paper filing headaches. Pay your tax on time, so your truck hits the road without a hitch. Happy Trucking!

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Form 2290 Penalties and Fees: What To Look Forward To

This is very important Form for any person who drives heavy vehicles on public highways as it is related to the Heavy Vehicle Use Tax (HVUT). Nevertheless, incorrect or late filing of these forms can attract severe penalties and fees. One must have a good knowledge of these effects in order to avoid unnecessary expenses and complications

As a result, amounts due from delayed submission could snowball into considerable sums. More often than not, the Internal Revenue Service (IRS) levies fines for not filing the 2290 form by its due date which usually falls on the last day of the month that succeeds the month when you started using your vehicle(s). A penalty of up to 4.5 % per month can accumulate if you fail to meet this deadline up to five months, this also mounts up greatly. Furthermore, $100 is imposed as a minimum fine just in case the tax remains unpaid after it becomes overdue.

Furthermore, interest rates are applied on unpaid taxes besides late filing penalties. The interest rate is equal to federal short term rate plus 3% and starts accruing from the date when return was due until such time as tax is fully paid back. This may significantly increase your liability especially if payment is seriously delayed. For an individual to avoid this kinds of fines including interests there’s need to promptly file his/her Form 2290 and ensure that all taxes have been paid in full. Consistently checking IRS updates while employing digital methods helps simplify everything while minimizing any chances for errors

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What is Form 2290 Tax and How Does it Work?

Understanding Form 2290 Tax and its significance in the world of taxation, Form 2290 holds a significant place. This form, also known as the Heavy Highway Vehicle Use Tax Return, is an essential component of the United States tax system. It plays a crucial role in ensuring that heavy vehicles operating on public highways contribute their fair share to infrastructure development and maintenance.

Form 2290 tax serves as a means for the Internal Revenue Service (IRS) to collect taxes from owners of heavy vehicles with a gross weight of 55,000 pounds or more. These taxes are imposed on vehicles that are used primarily for transportation purposes and have an estimated annual mileage exceeding 5,000 miles.

The importance of Form 2290 tax lies in its contribution towards funding vital highway construction, repairs, and upgrades programs. The revenue generated from this tax is utilized to improve road safety measures, enhance transportation infrastructure, and support various initiatives aimed at maintaining efficient roadway systems throughout the country.

It is worth noting that compliance with Form 2290 tax requirements is not only an obligation but also beneficial for vehicle owners. By fulfilling their tax responsibilities through timely submission of this form and payment of applicable taxes, individuals and businesses can avoid penalties imposed by the IRS.

Who Needs to File Form 2290?

Form 2290 is a crucial document that needs to be filed by certain individuals and businesses. It is primarily used to report and pay the Heavy Highway Vehicle Use Tax (HVUT). The HVUT applies to vehicles with a gross weight of 55,000 pounds or more and is operated on public highways. So, who needs to file Form 2290?

Generally, anyone who owns a heavy vehicle that falls under the aforementioned weight criteria must file this form. This includes trucking companies, owner-operators, and even agricultural businesses that use heavy vehicles for farming purposes. It's important to note that there are specific deadlines for filing Form 2290.

For most vehicles, the deadline falls on August 31st of each year. However, if you purchase a new vehicle during the tax period, you will need to file within the month following the first use of the vehicle. Filing Form 2290 is not only a legal requirement but also ensures that you stay in compliance with IRS regulations.

Failure to file or pay the HVUT can result in penalties and interest charges. To simplify the process of filing Form 2290, many individuals and businesses choose to utilize online services or software programs specifically eform2290.com designed for this purpose. This tool streamlines the filing process and provide assistance in calculating taxes owed based on vehicle weight and usage.

In conclusion, if you own or operate a heavy vehicle meeting the weight criteria outlined by IRS regulations, it is essential to file Form 2290 in a timely manner. Doing so will keep you compliant with tax laws while avoiding any unnecessary penalties or fees.

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eat your words ◦ l.f

-in a spiral of whiskey-induced stupidity, you claim felix couldn't dominate you even if he tried—oh, how he's going to make you eat your words. 

Paring◦ First time dom!Lee Felix x sub!Reader

Words◦ 2290

Genre ◦ smut, porn with NO plot 😋

Warnings ◦ teasing, kissing, biting, felix being a cocky little shit, questionable dialogue, praise, clothes ripping, boob groping,the start of some fingering, uhhh I think that's it

Taglist ◦ @thetoastghost222 my little pookie wookie sweetie pie <33

A/N ◦ this was originally supposed to be super hard smut like the kinkiest sex known to man kind but then mid way through I found out I HATE writing smut 😃soooo you guys are getting the weird little build up I did to get to the actual smut part and I may or may not a million years in the future write a continuation very unlikely though I really hope I didn't disappoint anybody 🫶

~cookiecreates 🍪

“I don't think you can do it,” You shrug your shoulders, staring at your smirking reflection swirling in the amber glass. His face shifts, a brow lifting ever so slightly, almost unnoticeable, but the way his eyes harden into a sharp, dangerous gaze isn't—challenging, testing irises narrowing like a predator stalking its prey. It was an odd metaphor, sure, but the way he gripped his cup in his hands, squeezing until his flesh turned white, made you tremble both in anticipation and terror, it was the type of fear that made your brain fog and your heart pound, and as the warm whiskey sloshed against the rim of the cup, you could have sworn; you saw the glass bend.

Humans are complicated structures like thick, vibrant layers of dried paint, but when you chip us into the rawest form of art, the naked easel, we are straightforward creatures, and sometimes all you need to do is prod the right places to get there.

“I don't think you can be dominant,” you smile against the edge of your drink, tipping the rest of the liquid back. Maybe it was the whiskey that made you lie or the almost intrinsic need to feel his hands digging into your hips, but either way, your mouth seemed to move without your mind's consent, and right now your vagina didn't care which one it was.

“And why's that?" He leans forward, his elbows on his knees, his lips quirking in a devilish grin. He cocks his head to the side, almost daring you to answer like either way; your words will be wrong. You squeeze your folded thighs in some feeble form to ease the tension that pulses between your legs, clit begging for his attention, longing for his touch, your needy, needy for him.

“You're so…” You tip your cup, a finger lightly teasing the rim, your eyes wander, toying with his patience. You act so nonchalant, so sure in your statement in the way you bounce the glass around as if you couldn't be bothered by the potential consequences of your actions, but little did he know lust smells like whiskey and wine—a rich sort of tang, and as you taste the words on your tongue, the thought of sex has never sounded so-

“Sweet,” your gaze lands on him in all his taut glory, annoyance pulsating off of him in waves. His back is tense against the chair as he folds his arms, both making his black dress shirt hug his chest and sinch around his biceps. He has never looked so alluring, so delectable, so tempting. He sucks his teeth, tongue pressing against his cheek.

“You know, I'm going to make you eat your words,” he states confidently, stretching his arms on the top of the chair, spreading his legs apart, flaunting his growing bulge. Saliva pools in your mouth, the only thing keeping you from drooling is the way you press your lips together, blinking back the waves of arousal that soak your panties.

"Well, what are you waiting for?” he beckons you with two fingers before promptly gesturing to his lap. “Don't tell me you're having second thoughts already.” You hop up from your chair, tossing your drained glass onto the bar beside you; practically tripping to sit on his lap.

"Someone's eager,” he smirks, wrapping thick fingers around the colom of your neck, smashing your lips together. You gasp into the kiss, pleasantly surprised by his greedy movements; palms moving impatiently across your skin.

“I want everything off,” you nod, matching his fervent fingers—fighting to unbutton your blouse—and instead of doing what any normal, sane person would do in a situation like this, asking you to unbutton it, he simply rips the fabric apart, literally tearing it off your person like a flimsy piece of wood. Your jaw drops as the buttons clatter to the floor.

"Felix,” you start, but his feverish mouth stops you. “It was in the way,” he snarls, unclasping the back of your bra. “You better buy me another one." You breathe, pulling away, but his hand laces in your hair, bringing you back. “You have my card, darling, buy 10." There's nothing more sexy than using somebody else's money and knowing it won't hurt their bank account a bit.

“Oh, baby, you really know how to talk dirty to me." Your snarky words quickly fizz out into a breathy moan when he forces your hips down, rubbing your clit against his hardened bulge. His kisses are frenzied, an almost desperate passion bubbling beneath the surface of all those harsh words and dead buttons lying idly on the floor.

“Are you 100% sure you want to test this theory, love, 'cause once I start,” his teeth scrape across the fragile flesh of your lip. “I don't think I could stop,” he growls, dragging his palms up your naked waist to knead your tits. A shaky sigh tumbles from your throat, feeling the friction of his calloused hands on your nipples.

“Then don't,” you gasp, caught in this perceptual state of euphoria. Your sentences are exchanged through steaming kisses, not seeing the reason to pull away or breathe, for that matter—why would you need oxygen when you're sitting on Lee Fucking Felix's lap?

His mouth turns hesitant as his thighs tense beneath you like he wants to lift you up, but his morals are stopping him. He sighs, pulling away from your lips, which you whine at, missing his heat.

“I ethically can't carry out all the things I'm thinking about doing to you without your full and complete consent.” Your heart swells with warmth at his caring gesture to get your permission.

“Yes, Felix, you have my consent to do-” You lean in to gasp the words on his lips, “Anything to me, now please,” you beg pathetically, "Make me eat my words.” That was all he needed to hoist you up and chuck you on the bed like a paper doll, completely weightless, fluttering into the sheets.

You squeal, his gaze setting fire to your soul, scorching lines as he lingers over the soft ridges of your chest, drifting down into your clothed cunt. You can almost feel him ripping off your thong. He leers at the foot of the bed, slowly pulling apart every single solitary button with provoking patience. He was purely evil for taking so long to do such a simple task, especially when your shirt lays deceased somewhere in shreds on the bedroom floor.

"You know Felix. How would my shirt think seeing its distant cousin being so carefully treated?” You meant it as a joke, but apparently, Felix wasn't really in the mood for jokes. The way he wildly yanks your ankles towards him crawling over you with a half-unbuttoned shirt hanging loosely on his shoulders, only giving you a peak into his chiseled frame.

"That fucking mouth." He cages you onto the bed, engulfing you with his body. “That fucking mouth is going to get you into a lot of trouble, baby." His voice is a low rumble coming from somewhere deep in his chest. It sends pings of pleasure rushing up your spine.

"All the things I should do to you." He drags his lips down your jawline, peppering light kisses across your neck. “For that comment,” he nips that sensitive spot just beneath the bone, pulling a pathetic whimper out of you. “I'm going to make you suffer.” his actions are a complete contraindication to his aggravated tone; soft, gentle pecks that feel like wildfire raging through your muscles. His lips are light on the sweet spots of your skin, “I'm going to tease you until it feels like you can't take it anymore,” he ghosts his mouth over your flesh, hot breath blazing bliss through your bones. 

"I" 

Kiss 

"Could" 

Kiss 

"Do" 

Kiss 

"This" 

Kiss 

"All" 

Kiss 

"Night-" 

You quiver as his finger caresses the collar of your shirt, dragging it  ever-

So

Slightly

Down

Tension thrums through the room as your clit throbs for his touch. You just want to shove his face into your cunt and let his wandering tongue toy with the delicate bud and not the collarbone he's teasing with his teeth.

“I could tease you for hours, dragging my lips across your skin,” he's acting out everything he says like some sick, twisted play, “How long do you think you would last?” Not very fuckin' long, you know that for sure, the way his wandering hands seem to graze every stretch of skin at an excruciatingly steady pace and yet skirting right across the spots where you yearn for him the most. “I touch you in every place-” He drags his finger up the length of your waist, drifting between the valley of your breasts, just to stroke soft circles around your nipple, avoiding the sensitive skin in-between. He leans into your ear, fanning hot, sultry breaths across your cheek. Your body erupts in goosebumps as his voice drops in tone. “You don't want me." You squeeze your eyes shut, breath hitching in your throat; you're genuinely convinced you're going to die, combusting into a million bursting burning flames. There was a configuration on your skin, and the only way to put it out was Felix's face between your thighs; as if he could read your mind, he drifts downward, crawling back on the bed.

He drops to his knees in front of you, still seeming so powerful in his submissive stance, and when he lifts your ankle to his lips, you realize he's teasing you even on the floor with glassy half-lidded eyes blown wide with lust. His mouth was carrassesing the ball of your anckle; tongue, tracing the line of your calf. It was such a passionate form of pain, the way his teeth dug into your flesh only for his tongue to soothe the ache.

Your head tilted backward, spinning in the way he worshipped you, his tongue telling you words his brain couldn't quite convey. It was oddly intimate, especially as his lips brushed the swell of your thighs, whispering secret promises on your skin. It felt like time had cracked—trickling into an absent form of nothingness. You tremble beneath the possessive pads of his hands, holding your bucking hips down.

“Please” you whine, frustrated tears forming pools in your lash line. He's so brutal yet so beautiful, all at the same time; It reminded you of some sort of twisted poetry, a sensual paradox, living under the laws of juxtaposition—the vulgar words melted into the page, twisting and turning into your deepest dirtiest fantasies; no matter how sinful the words seemed to be, they always sprouted into something stunning like a blackened rose or a burning butterfly. You can't help but admire the way their wings flutter off, glowing like a dying star, flaring its final goodbye—soft hues of a bold, blazing blue before slowly being snuffed out.

(cookies interuptions: i dont know how i felt about that 😖)

Your stomach soared as your lashes stuttered shut, eyes rolling in the back of your head as he probs the muscle of your hip with his tongue, not before promptly dragging his teeth across the bone.

"Felix," You whine, squeezing the sheets beneath your palms,

“This was what you wanted, yeah?” His voice feels like fire on your skin.

“No."

“No?” he mocks, pouting in some sick form of sympathy.

“No!” You whip your head around violently, slamming your fists onto the bed. Your frustration must have sparked a loose wire in your head, making you a little bit wild and a lot a bit stupid. He grabs your face, roughly squeezing the flesh of your cheeks. His eyes narrow in a stern gaze.

“Don't test me." He snaps, digging his fingers harder, forcing your lips into a pitiful pout. “You started this love,” he says, dropping his hand to trace a finger over the curve of your lip. “Don't get upset when it doesn't go the way you planned.”

He draws patterns on your skin, blazing a bitter path from your lips down the curve of your jaw, dripping into the valley of your breasts. You pant, breath stuttering in your throat.

"What did you think was going to happen, love, with that snarky little mouth of yours?” He creeps lower. “You want me to touch you?” he whispers, sadistically inching two fingers closer to your clenching core. His voice was like molten cream trickling down his trachea.

"Prove to me you can listen.” His hand dips into your panties “Prove to me you can be a good girl.” You sigh, body buzzing with anticipation. It felt like the planets were finally aligning in a swelling earth-shattering symphony, and as he sank into the bed, creeping his face closer to your throbbing core, you clench your eyelids closed, muscles rigid with suspense. He tisks, tilting your head forward.

"Look at me, love” His lips dust over your clothed clit  “Keep those pretty eyes on me.”

You moan, both at his words and how he licks a hot, wet stripe up your concealed entrance; reluctantly, you tilt your head up, positioning yourself over the stacked pillows so you won't droop.

“That's my girl." His eyes were heavy with lust, like drops of honey swimming in pools of ink; the way his pupils took control of his usually sunny aura, dominance seemed to transform him. He was like a burning butterfly confined in a chrysalis too long, and even with his wings fluttering off, he knew he was going to make the most of the time while they were still attached to his skin. 

Oh, how he was going to make you eat your words.

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may y/ns shirt rest in peace

let us all mourn 😞

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Betrayed

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader Gumiho AU; Korean Mythology AU Genre: Angst; Fluff; Horror Words: 2290 Warnings: dead dove: do not eat; implied organ-eating; major character death; murder; strong language; suggestive content; violence

Masterlist | Fictober Masterpost

Taglist:  @soobin-chois

“You can’t be real.” He said, leaning back against the bar where I was seated.

I giggled, “And why is that?”

“Too pretty.” He sipped his drink with a smirk, “You’ve gotta be a goddess or something.”

“Something like that…” I hummed.

Yoongi won me over easily. He was charming and handsome. He seemed to always speak plainly with me, which I greatly appreciated.

I fell into his bed easily that night; I fell in love with him even easier.

🎃

It wasn’t hard being with Yoongi, but it was hard staying in my human form so much.

We were often together, sleeping over at one another’s homes, going out on dates, even spending our lunch breaks together.

I wasn’t opposed to spending a lot of our time together, but the longer I hid my secret from him—eventually refusing to transform into my true form at all, even in private just in case he dropped by suddenly—the stronger my instincts started to nag at me.

The first time my instincts started to break through, we had been cuddling during a late morning on the weekend. Neither of us had work, and we had stayed up late the night before bar-hopping with friends, so we decided to sleep in and have a lazy day together. It was relaxing; maybe a bit too relaxing… As we laid together, Yoongi’s scent curled around me. Subtle tangerine and heated spice wrapped me up like a hug during the holidays. Visions of oranges and clove in mulled cider made my mouth water. He was so sweet and warm; it made sense that his scent was too. I wanted to bask in it—maybe a bit too much—as I started nuzzling into his neck. He didn’t seem to mind or notice until I lightly nipped where the smell was strongest. Yoongi took it in stride, assuming I was feeling frisky, and groped my ass. I played along, unready to reveal that it was actually a scent he didn’t even know he had that was driving me crazy.

The second time my instincts got the better of me, I had been spending so much time at Yoongi’s apartment that I hadn’t noticed how much of his clothing I had… accumulated. Until there was a week he had to travel for work, and I found myself creating a den in my walk-in closet out of the hoodies and shirts I had stolen. It wouldn’t have been such a problem except Yoongi surprised me when he was back from his trip. I had gotten back to my apartment a bit late from work to find him chuckling in my bedroom. He had not only found my “den” but was sorting through the laundry to wash—lightly teasing me about getting behind on my chores while he was away, which of course I wasn’t going to correct.

The third time my instincts took over, I really fucked up. Yoongi and I were going a bit rougher than normal. He was taking great pleasure in holding me down, his strong hands tightening around my neck. When I had regained control, so to speak, straddling him and nipping at his neck, his scent and the moment once again overtook my sensibilities, and I bit him with my fangs. Yoongi had cried out, trying to pull away, and the predator in me didn’t want to release my prey… I growled at him. Then the taste of his blood filled my mouth, and I realized how I almost truly lost myself. Yoongi was understandably confused, but he was too distracted by cleaning up his wound and subduing my whining apologies to delve into why it even happened.

Then there was the time that I was truly almost caught as the… creature… that I am. It had been a long day. Everything had been extra exhausting. Coworkers a bit more annoying than usual. Clients a bit more demanding than usual. Friends a bit more dramatic than usual. The day had simply dragged on, and by the time I made it home, I was teetering the edge of losing all control. What pushed me over was the movie Yoongi decided we should watch. It was some horror film that we had in our list for weeks now and had been looking forward to; however, the day had simply been too overwhelming already. At the first jumpscare, I screamed and felt my transformation slip. My ears and tail popped out, and thankfully, Yoongi seemingly hadn’t noticed before I was able to toss a throw blanket over my body. He proceeded to tease me for being a coward, trying to tug the blanket off me, while I tried to calm myself enough to shift back.

That had been the final straw. I needed to come clean with him, but I was too scared of him being afraid of me and leaving. So instead, I took the coward’s route. I had long decided I loved him (and my human life) enough to give up my immortality. I would continue to keep my identity a secret momentarily while I worked out a plan to become human.

It was either to find the legendary Gumiho Pearl or eat one thousand human livers. The legends said that the pearl could be found in the mouth of fish hidden deep within a lake in the countryside. Only the bravest souls could retrieve it. And as… honestly, appetizing… as the livers sounded, I didn’t want to become the monster that the stories made me out to be. Not if I was going to be with him.

No, I would do it the hard way and find the pearl.

What I didn’t account for was Yoongi insisting he come with me on my “camping” trip…

🎃

“You really don’t need to come along…” I borderline-begged as we walked the trails away from the campsite.

Yoongi followed behind dutifully. He had never been one for camping and hiking so I had no clue why he was so insistent on coming with me on my “nature-walk” (to find the lake) or even the trip as a whole. He tried to reason that it would be good bonding time for us away from our normal routine, but something about his blasé explanation felt so weird to me.

“But what if something happened to you out here alone?” He questioned. “There aren’t many campers at the site this weekend as it is, and who even knows if these trails are regularly monitored by passersby or the rangers. You could get hurt… or lost.”

I knew all of this. It was precisely why I had chosen this weekend to go. I didn’t exactly know what the permanent transformation into a human would entail, and I didn’t want anyone to see any mystical shit happening. But Yoongi didn’t know that.

We walked in silence for quite a while, Yoongi always staying a few steps behind me for some reason. It was about two hours into our walk that I spotted the edges of the lake.

“Wow, look at this place…” Yoongi finally spoke up, coming to peer around the area with me.

It was enclosed in thick brush, even the path we came from was barely noticeable within the clearing, and the only sounds were of faint bird chirps and water trickling from a small creek waterfall into the far side of the lake.

I felt myself choke up, not only from the pure nature, untouched my humanity, but also from the deep, ancient magic I could sense emanating from the depths of the water. It was here. The fabled fish and pearl.

“Yeah…” I whispered, not wanting to disturb the mystical energy in the air, and stepped away from my boyfriend. I carefully approached the lake edge to peer into the crystalline water.

“It’s really just perfect, huh…” Yoongi spoke again. “A beautiful place to end everything.”

His words confused me, and I turned to find him poised with a gun aimed at my heart. My eyes widened, mouth dropping in a silent scream. I was stunned. Blindsided. Betrayed. “Wh– What are you doing?!”

“Like I said, ending things.” He stated it so simply. The smirk on his face felt out of place; it was normally for when he was riling me up, but there was no hint of teasing behind his eyes. They looked dead. Emotionless.

“I don’t… I don’t understand?”

“You thought I didn’t know what you are?”

He knew. He knew. He knew I was a gumiho. When? Did he figure it out? Put the pieces together? Catch me one of the times I was careless with my transformation? Or, had he known the whole time?

He must’ve seen the questions filtering through my flickering eyes as I was trying to read his impassible demeanor. “I’ve known all along. You couldn’t trick me with your fake, pretty smiles. I knew what kind of creature you were from the beginning.”

“Then why are you doing this?” I screamed, tears falling in desperation. I knew what kind of being I was; I knew my kind’s reputation, but I had always tried to do things the human way. Be better for him because I loved him… “I thought– I thought we loved each other…”

He laughed, but the sound was so cruel. So spiteful. I had never heard his sweet, low chuckle sound so hateful. “You think I could really love a thing like you? You aren’t even capable of love! You’re just a disgusting monster.”

“I did love you! I changed myself for you; I was going to become human for you!” I cried back.

Yoongi scoffed, “That is a legend, and we both know it. And even if you did, you’re delusional if you think any real human would want to be with a freak of nature.”

His words cut deep into my heart, my soul. But they weren’t new words. They were words I, and those like me, had heard for centuries. The words of a hunter and their propaganda.

Yoongi was a hunter.

And I fell into his trap.

I knew how they worked. He must’ve picked up my information and trail weeks before we ever met. He lured me in, used me for his pleasure, toyed with me, all so he could eventually corner me. He would kill me, and after I die and transform into my natural state, he would collect my paws as proof for a reward and my tail as a trophy.

I never meant anything to him.

Except for a dollar amount.

My eyes hardened, tears drying up, and my jaw clenched. I dropped the transformation as a heartbroken growl tore through me. “So you never cared about me? Months of spending time together, dates, sex… None of it mattered. I was just your next mark, huh?”

“Of course. Sex means nothing except you being easy and gullible. Everything else was a part to play.”

I hummed, lowering into a launchable position. I was trying to goad him into lowering his guard a bit, just enough that when he took the poison-laced shot, I would be able to dodge and counterattack.

Yoongi might have weapons, but I had time, skill, and practice on my side. He certainly wasn’t the first hunter I had ever encountered, and if I remained a gumiho, he wouldn’t be the last.

“So how much will you get for me? How much is my bounty?”

“Think you’re worth a lot?”

I chuckled, just as darkly as he had before. “I know my own history, as I’m sure your society does. Just because I’ve changed my ways the last decade or so, doesn’t mean anything in their eyes. I also know that they know my true age, which I’m sure factors into the trophy price.”

Yoongi nodded in concession. “You’re right. We don’t care about your false change of heart. You’ve done at least a century of harm; ten years of pretending to be a real person is nothing.”

He shifted, my eyes darted following the movement. He was prepping.

“Three hundred thousand.” He cocked the gun. “You have a pure white coat though so I might be able to bargain for more. Who knows.”

And then he shot.

I pounced.

It had been a while since I had exercised this form; it had been even longer—a decade at least, as mentioned—since I had attacked a human, especially a hunter.

My jump was high in the air but not high enough to avoid the bullet grazing my calf. I landed on top of Yoongi, ripping the gun away and tossing it back into the lake, and straddled him. My claws tightened around his neck, digging deep into his arteries and tearing forward.

Tears streamed my face as he gurgled and coughed blood. It splattered onto my face, but I paid no mind. I lifted him slightly, slamming his skull against the ground until the hatred faded from his eyes—along with the life.

I huffed and fell off of the corpse of my ex.

Heartbroken.

Shattered.

Betrayed.

And also in severe pain as the poison pulsed in my leg. It wouldn’t kill me, but it would be a bitch to clean out and would radiate pain until then.

No, what hurt more, was knowing that I had let a man make me feel this weak.

“Never again.” I vowed, rolling his body into the lake. “I will never allow a man to make me feel this low. And I will earn my humanity… But just for you, Min Yoongi, I’ll do it the fun way. I’ll be the monster you wanted me to be… Sorry to leave you without a proper burial, but I have a thousand male livers to devour.”

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What Do Truck Owners Need to Know About IRS 2290 Filing in 2025?

The trucking industry is the backbone of the American economy, delivering goods across states and keeping supply chains moving. But behind every long haul and heavy-load trip, there are important regulations and tax obligations that every truck owner must follow. One such requirement is the annual filing of IRS 2290 — a crucial step that keeps vehicles legally on the road and businesses compliant with federal law.

For both new and seasoned truckers, understanding the details of this form can be the difference between smooth operations and costly penalties. Whether you manage a single vehicle or a fleet, this form applies to anyone operating heavy vehicles weighing 55,000 pounds or more on public highways.

What Is IRS 2290 and Why Is It Required?

IRS 2290, also known as the Heavy Vehicle Use Tax (HVUT), is a federal tax form used to report and pay taxes on heavy highway vehicles. The funds collected go toward maintaining and improving the roads and highways these vehicles use frequently.

If your truck meets the weight requirement and is registered in your name, you must file this form annually. The filing season begins July 1st, and the deadline to file and pay the tax is August 31st. If you purchase a new vehicle, the deadline is the last day of the month following the month you first use the vehicle.

Filing this form is more than a legal obligation — it’s necessary for vehicle registration. Without a stamped Schedule 1 (proof of payment), you cannot register your truck or renew its plates with the Department of Motor Vehicles (DMV).

Who Must File?

You must file IRS form 2290 if:

Your vehicle weighs 55,000 pounds or more.

It travels on public highways.

It’s registered in your name.

Even if your vehicle does not exceed the annual mileage use limit (5,000 miles or 7,500 miles for agricultural vehicles), you are still required to file — although you may qualify for tax suspension.

What Information Is Needed to File?

Before filing, you need to gather the following:

Employer Identification Number (EIN) – SSNs are not accepted.

Vehicle Identification Number (VIN) for each vehicle.

Taxable Gross Weight of each vehicle.

The date you first used the vehicle on a public highway during the current tax period.

Having these details ready will ensure a faster and smoother filing process.

Where and How to File IRS 2290

There are two main ways to file:

Electronically (e-File): Highly recommended, especially if filing for 25 or more vehicles. Many IRS-approved e-filing providers offer instant confirmation and simplified filing.

By Paper: You can mail a completed paper form to the IRS, though processing times may be longer.

E-filing is not only faster but also helps reduce errors, making it a preferred method for most truck owners and tax professionals.

Key Benefits of E-Filing

Immediate access to your stamped Schedule 1.

Automatic error checks before submission.

Secure and encrypted data transmission.

Save time with bulk VIN import options.

Common Mistakes to Avoid

Filing mistakes can delay your Schedule 1 or lead to penalties. Here are common errors and how to avoid them:

Incorrect EIN: Make sure it’s valid and registered with the IRS.

Wrong VIN: Double-check each VIN before submission.

Missed Deadline: Late filings result in penalties and interest.

Underreported Gross Weight: Leads to underpayment and future issues.

Bullet Points: Filing Tips for Truck Owners

File early to avoid deadline pressure.

Use only EINs (not SSNs) for all filings.

Verify all vehicle information before submitting.

Use IRS-approved e-file providers for speed and convenience.

Keep your stamped Schedule 1 safe — it is required for vehicle registration.

How IRS Form 2290 Affects Your Trucking Business

Proper tax compliance through irs form 2290 filing ensures uninterrupted operations, especially when it comes time for vehicle registration or renewals. It also builds credibility and professionalism in your business. Clients and partners are more likely to work with carriers who operate within legal and regulatory frameworks.

Aside from legal compliance, staying current with IRS requirements helps in financial planning. Knowing your tax obligations in advance allows you to budget accordingly, avoiding any last-minute financial strain or delays in paperwork.

Final Thoughts

Filing IRS 2290 may seem like just another administrative task, but it plays a crucial role in the trucking business. It keeps your operations compliant, helps maintain national infrastructure, and supports smoother workflow when it’s time to register or renew your vehicle.

For truck owners and fleet managers, understanding and staying up to date with tax obligations is part of running a successful business. Make sure to file before the deadline each year, use trusted e-filing services, and double-check your data to ensure everything is accurate. In the fast-paced world of trucking, staying compliant means staying on the road — and that starts with timely and accurate filing of IRS 2290.

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How to E-file Form 2290 Without Breaking the Bank

Being the owner of a trucking company, most of the time, these things give an irritating feeling to do taxes, especially with something like Heavy Vehicle Use Tax (HVUT). However, you will be surprised to know that you can file Form 2290 electronically and pay it without burning too much of a hole in your pocket. Here is a step-by-step guide on how to do it effectively and save money. 1. What is Form 2290? It is a tax form truckers must file to the IRS if their vehicle exceeds 55,000 pounds. You will be required to file this form to the IRS yearly and helps funds for road maintenance. 2. Why File Form 2290 Online? E-filing of Form 2290 online is quick, convenient, and sometime cheaper than mailing it. You can do it from anywhere, at any time, and get your quick confirmation from the IRS. Also, you will not fear delays with postal services. 3. How to E-file Without Breaking the Bank Here is how to e-file Form 2290 without breaking the bank: Compare E-file Providers: There are many Form 2290 online services. Some are cheaper than others. Check their prices and see if they have deals on them. Watch for Discounts: Some e-file providers give discounts during tax season and/or first filers. Look for these types of savings to shave some more off. Use Free Trials or Low-cost Providers: Some providers allow you to try their service free or at low cost, especially if you file for only one truck. 4. How to E-file Form 2290 Online There is a simple step-by-step guide on how to e-file: Select an E-file Provider: Choose a reliable and affordable provider to file Form 2290 online. Sign up and input your information- including the information relating to the vehicle (in this case, your truck) and your Employer Identification Number. Form 2290 Filing: You can prepare your Form 2290 online. The website will automatically forward it to the IRS. Schedule 1: Once your form is processed, you'll receive Schedule 1, which becomes proof of payment. 5. Why Affordable E-filing Matters An independent trucker works tough to run a business, and every dollar saved helps. An economical way of e-filing Form 2290 online saves precious money while aiding you to stay compliant with the IRS. The lesser amount spent on filing means the more amount you can invest in your business or truck maintenance. Conclusion E-filing the Form 2290 online is not only simple but also inexpensive if you choose the right provider. And following the above makes it quite possible to file your taxes without breaking the bank, and that's what you do best: drive!

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kaede from danganronpa with a ultimatejazz!reader please?

a duel, a duet | kaede akamatsu/ultimate jazz player

rating: general; content: gn reader, no killing game AU/everyone lives; genre: fluff, rivals to reluctant friends to lovers; word count: 2290

summary: A one-sided rivalry that begins in your first year of high school blooms into something unexpected and melodious.

masterlist ☆ requests open

The first day of high school is a monumental moment in a teenager's life. The first day at Hope's Peak Academy, the top-rated, elite school of Japan, is near close to the greatest achievement you've yet to accomplish. First days come with first impressions, and they are everything when it comes to someone of your talent and caliber.

Your uniform is neat and well-pressed, expensive material that makes you feel comfortable and confident. One look at your reflection in the mirror this morning, and you've been riding a confidence high, feeling absolutely over the moon with pride. This is it – this is where you belong.

Introductions are a breeze. Sixteen students aside from you, each unique and colorful in their own way. Each one an individual to which you will have to gain the approval of, so that you can secure their friendships for the next three years. You thrive from it – the interactions, the small talk, the meeting of new people. You're gonna get such a good grade at making people think you're cool.

"Hello!" Your voice is leveled, proud, but not excessive as you greet a small group that's formed next to the front desk. "Nice to meet you, I'm –" You give your name, words rolling off your tongue with practiced perfection, "The Ultimate Jazz Player. Let's get along!"

Conversation flows easily, it seems. Better than you ever expected. You buzz around from group to group, dazzling your new classmates with your quiet confidence. It's when you're listening to the guy with a surgical face mask – Korekiyo Shinguji – and the girl with blue hair and glasses – Tsumugi Shirogane – passionately debating the history of manga and its influence on society, that she walks in.

You pretend not to notice her at first, but she's like a walking ray of sunshine that lights up the classroom. Her tone is warm, much warmer than yours, and there's a bounce in her step that just radiates boundless joy. Her blond hair is neat and shiny, pinned back in two places by white musical notes. She goes around introducing herself as well, with her pretty smile and easy-going attitude. You keep pretending everything is normal when she does the same to you, and when she shares her Ultimate Talent, it's then you decide that Kaede Akamatsu will be your greatest nightmare during the next three years.

(Because she plays the same game you play, except she doesn't even know it. She's friendly, patient and thoughtful, noticeable in all the little things she does that take extra effort to help without asking anything in return. Something you've forced yourself to learn and to adapt over the years, she makes it naturally, earnestly.)

She always brings extra pens, cute ones at that, so that she can lend to people (mostly Rantaro and Himiko, forgetful as they are). She carries a handkerchief with a hand-sewn stave, which she often has to lend to Miu, whenever she's in one of her moods of intense emotions. One time, Kokichi pretends to not understand a math problem and asks her for help, and she explains it to him without looking the least bit bothered, despite the shorter boy having better test results in the initial examination. It makes her late to her music class that day, and you notice the smirk on Kokichi's face the whole time. She just shrugs it off with a laugh and carries on like nothing can ever bother her.

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"Good morning, everyone! Today we have a very exciting activity," Your homeroom teacher announces, "We're picking a class president!"

Murmurs begin throughout the classroom, despite it being so early in the morning. This has been your dream since your second year in primary school – you're perfect for it, after all. You're decisive, yet adaptable, always good at improvising on the spot. Just like how jazz is all about interaction and collaboration; you embody that energy, that drive and that passion.

"Oh, finally! I've been wondering when we'd get to it." Kiibo says, already invested in the subject. "How should we vote? Should it be kept anonymous? We'll need a list of participants... teacher, what if two people have the same number of votes, will there be a tie-breaker? Oh, and –"

"Ah, I love seeing how passionate you are about it. Why don't you organize it, Kiibo?"

Sparkles glow in his eyes, and you hear Kaede laugh from her seat just in front of you. She writes her name on the sheet of paper that gets passed around the desks, and you grab it from her with more force than necessary when she turns to give it to you.

"Psst, hey –" You're busy writing your name, but you still hear the conversation behind you. "Think I should run for it?" Kaito tries to mutter subtly to Maki on his right, but it comes across as a terribly fake whisper-shout.

"No." Her tone is sharp, but not as unkind as it used to be in the first week of school.

"What?! But I'd be a great class prez!"

"Sometimes it's better to quit while you're ahead, space boy." Ryoma chimes in without looking up, sneakily copying biology homework he's borrowed from Gonta.

By the end of homeroom, all the votes are counted. You lose. Kaede Akamatsu becomes president of Class 79th, and you hate the way your stomach churns seeing her so happy. It must be just the jealousy that burns deep inside your bones, because what else could it be that makes you watch every little thing she does?

"Congrats, Kaede! We'll make a good team this year, yeah?"

She playfully bumps her shoulder against yours. "Of course, vice president! Ah, it's like, so perfect, to have the two musicians working together for the class, don't you think? We'll tackle any problem together!" Her voice is warm, soft, melodious.

Your face grows hot, but you manage to give her a smile in return. How does she do that?

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She's – nice. Of course you think she's nice. But you'd never admit the depths of which your obsession with the piano player grows. Well, okay, maybe obsessive isn't quite right. It's natural you notice everything she does. She sits in the seat right in front of you, dammit, you've been forced to stare at her all day for the past three months.

You've gotten used to the way she always thumps her fingers against her desk, in a perfect rhythm she always practices. Sometimes the beat is familiar. You can recognize her handwriting from among your class' test papers when you're helping a teacher sort through them. You watch her smile and laugh and share little bits of her lunch with Shuichi and Rantaro, and you can't understand why it makes you so mad, seeing her with them. Maybe because her dimples are cute. (Maybe because you wish it was you, making her laugh like that.)

"Dear, you're staring again."

Kirumi's comment snaps your attention back to her as she elegantly eats her food. Heat crawls up the back of your neck and to your ears, more so when you realize you've been hoovering your fork in front of your face without actually taking a bite.

"I wasn't looking at her." You defend pathetically.

"I didn't say it was a her." She smiles, kind and patient. "But I suppose I didn't have to." Suppose it's only a matter of time until you admit it to yourself, she thinks.

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"Hey! Wanna practice something together this week?"

The question stops you as you nearly finish packing up your bag after another overwhelming school day. Your eyes move up to look at her, her frame softened by the cozy glow of afternoon sun. With the windows behind her, the rays make her look golden, angelic, ethereal. She looks at you expectantly but patiently, violet eyes full of hope.

"Things are always so hectic, it feels like we never get the chance to hang out, just the two of us. And, you know, maybe practice a song together?" She takes a tentative step closer towards you, yet you stand as an unmoving statue, pinned in place by her grace. "I've heard you in the music room. You're so talented." She nearly whispers the last part, but you have no trouble hearing it when the classroom is empty aside from the two of you.

"Oh." Oh. "Yeah, of course. That'd be lovely. I'm free tomorrow afternoon – you got a song in mind?"

She sighs with relief, bouncing right into your personal space and gently grabbing your hand in both of hers. It's so warm. "Hah, you choose!" She winks, and your breath hitches in your throat.

She leaves without another word, leaving you frozen in your spot for another minute or five. The rest of the evening is a blur of rushed homework and chores, as instead, finding the perfect song that combines both of your musical styles takes priority.

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She wants to hang out with you. Admittedly, it's still on school grounds, but she specifically went out of her to ask you to hang with her. Not out of need or obligation. Does she seek your presence, then? Does she want to know more about you, the way you want to know more about her?

It's during this evening, as you watch her gracefully play the piano in a way you've never seen before – with so much passion, care and dedication – that it makes something in your heart melt. Both your instruments harmonize with practiced resonance, like you've played together countless times before. It hits you like a shot put ball, crushes you like an industrial hydraulic press.

You like her.

But you can't tell her that, can you?

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"Kaede Akamatsu, I have a huge crush on you."

"No, too direct. You might scare her off."

"H-hey, Kaede, I was wondering if you liked anyone in school… B-because, well…"

"Come on, that's pathetic. She still needs to see your passion!"

You sigh. "Tenko, I don't think this is going to work out. I can't do it!" You rub your palms over your eyes, like that alone can rid you of the embarrassment. "What if I just never confess? I don't necessarily need to do it. I'm fine with how things are between us now."

"Sheesh," she scoffs, "Didn't think you such a coward. Are you scared she won't return your feelings?"

Duh. "No, it's not that." Then what is it? Why are you afraid to be honest, come clean about everything, and just tell her? "I'm worried it could complicate things. If she doesn't like me back, we can pretend I never said anything, and just carry on like we have these past months. But –"

" – If she likes you too…?"

"Yeah! How do I handle that? Knowing the most talented, funniest, prettiest, most caring girl in school like me back. Me! Of all people!" You slam your head against the bench in the school yard, and Tenko takes a seat next to you and rubs your shoulders in comfort. "I think I'm going insane. For real. I'm going to explode. I see her every day and she's just so perfect. Everything she does, I can't help but admire it. Is that normal?"

"Oh, you're so cooked." Tenko laughs, amusement in her eyes, "Buuut – you're kinda hopelessly endearing, you know that? I think she likes you, too."

"Huh? What? How do you know?!"

"You honestly haven't noticed the way she looks at you?"

Maybe you have. Maybe that's why you've been doing things you never used to do. Why your palms get sweaty when she thanks you for a job well done, or when she praises you for a fun jam session. Why you lose your train of thoughts when her eyes are focused on you as you answer a question in class. Why your heartbeat gets erratic when she leans in closer to wipe something from your face or casually fix your hair. You're not so ignorant as to not understand what these signs mean.

"Ok, maybe I see your point," a soft scoff, defeated, "But how do I actually tell her all of that?"

"I don't think you'll need to." Her voice takes on a surprisingly devious tone.

It makes you straighten up your spine, a chill running down your neck as you feel something you've remained ignorant until this point. Next to the bench, right under the blooming cherry tree with weeping branches and floating petals, stand Angie and Kaede. The shorter girl looks so pleased with herself, like the cat who got the cream, and Tenko leaves your side in favor of grabbing Angie, high-fiving her, and running away giggling together.

(Schemers, the both of them. Awful, deceitful, conniving, sneaky little –)

"I like you too…!" Kaede blurts out like it's the only string of thoughts in her mind, as pink petals rain around her, and you finally notice the blush on her round cheeks as well, not unlike your own state of embarrassment.

It's a little awkward, the actual, full conversation that follows. You can't escape her, but suppose she can't escape you either, now, not when you've both laid your cards on the table. (Notes on the stave?) She's sweet, and patient, and oh so cute when she stumbles over her words to explain the way she feels, too.

You think it starts that sunny spring day, when everything felt like a shoujo anime, all bringing colors and sparkles and adoration. But it did start that first day, when you Kaede made her way into your brain with her bubbly presence and sing-song voice, and hasn't left since.

author's notes: can you tell she's only of my fav danganronpa characters lol. thanks for the request, this one very fun to write! made it a personal challenge to include everyone in the class, as a treat :) have a great week y'all!