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bystreetlight · 1 year

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I posted 211 times in 2022

6 posts created (3%)

205 posts reblogged (97%)

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I tagged 170 of my posts in 2022

Only 19% of my posts had no tags

#rafael nadal - 15 posts

#art - 15 posts

#jeremy allen white - 13 posts

#the bear - 11 posts

#roger federer - 11 posts

#very good - 9 posts

#fedal - 9 posts

#photography - 7 posts

#the newsreader - 6 posts

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#this would be me if i was ever on the big screen at a sporting event

My Top Posts in 2022:

Finally feeling like I’m coming up for air after a, frankly, traumatic couple of months. Bought a house at the end of October (YIKES!!!) and then had to spend the settlement period stressing that we would regret it and that the house would be horrible and that none of our stuff would fit in it. Struggled to source a bunch of tradies to do some essential pre-moving in work (painting, floors, electrical) and then when we did book some in, worried that they would all get c*vid right before they had to start work and it would throw out our insanely packed schedule. Spent all of January worrying that *we* might get c*vid and had to basically do a risk assessment before making any sort of social plans. Had to deal with the World’s Worst Property Manager™ when moving out of our rental and trying to work around open for inspections and the prospect of not getting our bond back for whatever stupid fucking reasons property managers make up and also some real reasons (didn’t get the carpets steam cleaned!! left a broken key in a lock in the back door!!!). Decided to get a removalist to do the big stuff and do the small stuff ourselves in the middle of the shittiest humid heatwave Melbourne had had in decades. The bank took the money out of my account twice at settlement leaving me with -$50k and didn’t even really think it was a big deal?!? The cleaner that we booked through Airtasker to clean the house before we moved in did the worst job I’ve ever seen and we had to re-clean the entire house and we only paid her because we needed her to leave the house and never see her again. Spent SO MUCH MONEY in general I don’t know if my inner anti-capitalist will ever recover. Also had to change jobs in the middle of all of this against my will - my old role was a 12 month contract but I loved it and my team so much and didn’t want to leave and start something new.

On the plus side, the internet got connected without a single hassle (WHAT). We bought a dishwasher and it somehow fit the random space in the kitchen cabinetry perfectly. Actually, *all* of our stuff fit perfectly, even the messy awful things like CDs and DVDs are now neatly tucked away. The backyard has an original Hills Hoist and I never thought I could derive so much pleasure from watching the clothes spin gently around in the sun. Got all of our bond back in the end! Sarah and I barely had a cross word with each other despite feeling hot, dirty and stressed 24/7 for about 4 weeks and also having to assemble a number of pieces of flatpack furniture. Discovered after 8 years of owning my washing machine that it doesn’t need a special hose to connect to the hot tap and the machine heats the water itself so we can wash on a hot cycle! Rafa won the AO (still not over that)!!!! Found out that the reason the bathroom smelled so damp was because of a blocked sewer pipe that the greywater couldn’t go down so it was just running under the house (not good) but it only cost $300 for a plumber to fix and now the bathroom doesn’t smell!! Even the scary bits of the house that I thought I’d never be brave enough to go into (the roof storage space, the filthy outdoor garage) are now clean and accessible and useable. I’m feeling calm more often than not at the moment, for the first time in a loooooong time.

Long story short, hi!

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Angus O’Callaghan - Young & Jackson Neon 1968-71

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Forgot to post this before the end of the year and obviously the world will end if I don’t do it 😂

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My #1 post of 2022

Went into hospital yesterday for a laparoscopy to treat my endometriosis, which has been getting progressively worse with each passing year, and not to brag or anything, but the surgeon said the endo was “EVERYWHERE” when he came to talk to me afterwards 💁🏼‍♀️

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the-firebird69 · 3 months

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And I have been insulted before but he's joking around but still no he's saying it correctly. We are priority. Now he has over 10 grand in the bank but he has debt of over three grand almost four and if you count it was his other bank account it's very close to being over 10,000 but it's not and it won't be for some time now because he's going to pay down his debt and it's not true next month he should be up and over it and it says I think for a moment I might be up and over it this month as true just barely over I think it's it was like 3,700 and paid down to $3,400 - 3100 is $300 and that is that so it's like one or two hundred dollars over 10,000 so you start to try and get him to buy stuff is there a bunch of animals they have all these crown bases and things to worry about if you try and leave or else you won't be able to and you're losing your ships down in New Zealand and you're not doing much about it yeah that's what you are you're a loser Trump. Now we're going to handle this and we're going to straighten it out but I just want to make a comment $10,000 for some reason is a big deal for them there's a cheap pieces of crap here and stay over our son tons of money and were starting to extracting it now. The Max on the other hand are the ones driving it with these people do it. And these are suicidal freaks and finally prospects of having a Max shift much better than George ship are they still fighting over this Georgia ships and the point is that the Mac ships I have more firepower a lot more than George's those are outfitted 10 years ago and it's still class A for their size they're just as powerful as the new starships their size no it's about half most a quarter. But this is rolling and people are getting going on it and people are moving out okay they're getting going no doubt about it that there's a change occurring today and people want to be on the ships and they're going to just kill their own and they don't need to take their ground bases out they think there's a lot of stuff like that going around the ground base is going to be attacked fiercely Non-Stop and they don't have ships right there and it's going to be a massive effort and then it's going to turn on us so we are prepping today and big time and we're pulling Giants out

Nuada Arrianna

And I got the logic and I have the reports but what you're saying is at some point they'll try and hit us first as an excuse because they know that we're going to try and stop them and I start getting a little nervous and I checked and you're right so he'll get rid of these idiots finally

Thor Freya

Now we're saying this we're going to try for those things but really we have to knock out the max because your people use to sit here and he says it's not all of us as a smaller amount of people who do that kind of thinking and I get that we know who they are

A cork

I do understand who you are and you're my brother but your cloned and I know that you're following orders but I will say this you have a lot to say and you don't ask me but you should probably ask for us but this is right to say

Bja

I'm there a lot of stress address to rest and you are wrong about these Max and you didn't let people know and this is a certain amount of Independence now because of that I do see what you're saying I don't see any orders that make any sense and we need our lives back and you don't seem to have your s*** together you didn't know about these big ships the max had and you don't know about the city of the suicidal behavior he doesn't care about ground bases and we don't have enough people to keep tossing them in the fire and we should be productive we don't have any reason to be here it'll lose it because I'm not trying to take over but Jesus you find the who they grow or what the coup de grace or what

A cork

I haven't found anything like that that's just a little harder than it looks and you're not taking over but I just see what you're saying we're not here for any purpose that's an issue and I keep saying what you and stuff and we're not I have to tell you stuff it we know what we're doing our friend here says no we don't and we're going to try and do stuff with a cork it sounds like you guys don't want to do anything just want to take stuff out of there and what are you doing it making weaponry and you get beat up well that's actually true and it makes sense what he's saying. Have to look at that you say I can't get any businesses going because I'm trump and me, and the max don't want us to have businesses at all they're independent they have everything they need and huge factories and giant minds down below and Air I guess we're kind of stupid it's true that's what's going on and we have ground bases and we're oppressed and we can't leave so I only have a meeting with a court and see what he wants and he says what is the dispense with the mean s*** and just have him do stuff like you're an actual boss I mean what the f*** you want to have a meeting and bring your assholes in and say your max or something f****** crap just have to make some factories in LA area and make stuff hey I'm starting to see what you're saying it's a good idea

Bja

We're looking forward to that and we have several things we need to make out there and to keep society going and I have ideas and stopping you he says we have to make a John that's very funny he means crapper there's other things too regular things for us are hard to come by shampoo and soap there's not enough of it and of course toilet paper and those will be a start basic necessities clothing and housing

A cork

We can get together and make some factories out in Midwest and we can help you guys move out and make factories because we have to keep society going even here in the states as you see it's part of the game

Zues Hera

I understand that's the same the thing and we need to do it now we're in a lot of trouble I'm going to sit wallowing doing nothing it says you have a manufacturing base you have to defend yourself and the things you can do it above his notice if you need to if you don't you can't I'm going to get going on this I do see what you say in this idiot Trump is wrong there's no way to go and he's not taking over and I'm tired of listening to the idiot he didn't take over in the backs or tell him off and hitting him sitting him out to do all this dumb s*** to prove it it won't shut down and it won't stop doing it holy s*** isn't frustrating

Bja

I'm on my way out and we're going to get orders in a controller and I'm going to obey them

A cork

This is nice and it should work I'm glad you to around

Bja

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septimaseverina · 1 year

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Should I create another side-blog, dedicates to Diego Luna only? Since I haven't been this way before.

When I hyped Ben C so much like crazy, I haven't do it ever. And it's really short; like 5 years.

But, Diego Luna, 7 years and I think it must be longer or even the rest of my life.

Nevertheless, the obstacle is my jobs for living. If I were a uni girl, I would have done it for sure.

The point is, I'm older now 😅😅😅 I can't live like a uni girl forever. Once, I thought being grown-up must be misery, boring and lifeless - but I was wrong. Being grown-up have many advantages. Especially with my mum and my older brother; they don't being too much control on my life like I was younger. (Asian family thing. Like 'Turning Red' animation.) My dad? Never. Even if he was the Cantonese from Hong Kong. (Blesssed his soul. He was the best dad in the world. He always wanted a daughter, because all of his sons with his first wife are 'undependable'. (Except the 1st and the 3rd brother.)

My dad always said to me that I could study and learn everything I can, as long as I accept to look after my mum like he had always did. I have accepted his words. And after I have graduated, I can for years, until the pandemic arrived. I lost all my saving money. I had about 300 TH Baht in bank account. I became miserable woman who must depend on her mum's welfare. The worst is my mental health was falling down rapidly in endless abyss. (I have DD and AD before the pandemic arrived.) In mid 2021, I attemped suicides several times, but luckily, my vengeance (do not be like me) for the current government and their beyond-evil-minions is keeping me alive. Also, many books, films, shows, games and musics too. But the big motivation is my mum, my brothers, my BFFs, good friends around me, my doctor and my therapists. They suggest me to choose hope, not despair; life is not easy and not hard. It's about how one live; moving on, setting the boundaries (my older sister by bond has said that I was too kind toward everybody. She always advices me to be less kind, or others will take chances on me) and choosing what is goid for the soul - not ego.

I admit that I come back to my sense for only 6 months. At first, I couldn't bare the truth that I'm 30s and I can't work like the way before. But, luckily, I still've got something in my brain. So, let this post be my new year resolution.

This year, I'm gonna get better. Going beyond current state. Finishing a non-fiction, a novel and a TH fan fiction. Be my better self. Be kind, but with more boundaries. Get rich. And supporting the human rights' movement, especially, in Thailand for democracy, eqaullity (gender and class), justice, freedom and liberty.

All is said and done, I'm gonna settle my life in my own line first, before everything.

2023, I'm ready.

#sept.txt

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whatdoesshedotothem · 2 years

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Tuesday 1 May 1838

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Breakfast at 9 – soft, damp, rainy morning A- had SW. and I had Booth and Joseph Mann and sent them (while I breakfasted) to Listerwick to see about the engine chimney being carried up against John Oates’s house end – Mr. Lister waiting – A- and SW- and I settled with him about the 2nd opening at Landymere stone – if the stone answered if the bed was 7 or 8 ft. thick, talked of a baring of 300 yards flat – 300 x 8 (yards of baring at 7d.) = 2400 yards enough for the road – I then had SW. and Booth and Holt till near one – no endless chain – settled to have engine with drum on the same terms as before with Garforth – he to sign the agreement on Saturday next – settled to have chimney driven up to John Oates’s house end (end of his uppermost building) where the drift would be 8 or 9 yards below the surface (the 36 yards band stone being the floor of the chimney) and should rise to the surface up a walled vent 4ft. diameter, and then in chimney 3ft x 2ft. clear inside against JO-‘s house – Booth quite astonished at my going so suddenly – Gave him a check for £150 and left all the rest to him and SW. – then had SW. wrote out Mallinsons’ (William) agreement for Mitham house and cottages and Ing and little croft and garden ground – the agreement copied (as near as suited) from Fletchers’ agreement (lease from year to year) for Hilltop farm – Mallinson came and signed his agreement about 2 – SW. then wrote out (copied from what I had written) the agreement for Garforth to sign on Saturday – Abraham Haigh brought 2 loads of larch rails bought for me by George Naylor (carpenter) of the Keighleys’ – saw AH-‘s light bay horse recommended by GN. – did not much like the horse – went too near with his forefeet – SW. had dined in the housekeepers’ room – not gone till about 3pm – then sent John Booth to H-x to pay bills – wrote by him note to ‘Mr. Mackean Yorkshire District Bank H-x’ enclosing check for £60, desiring twenty of this sum to be given to the bearer separately, and the rest sent in the bag – done – wrote also by John note to ‘Mr. Henry Bolland, Ironmonger, H-x’ enclosing him check for £24.19.0 being the amount of his 3 bills from last midsummer to xmas for Shibden hall, the Northgate hotel, and Little marsh – It was 4 ½ before I had despatched John – we had had hoped to get off at least this evening – talked it over – ordered dinner at 6 but not able to sit down to it till near 8! put away newspapers etc. and packed by snatches – perpetually interrupted from the time of sending John off at 4 ½ - had Robert Mann with several bills at 6 – and GN. carpenter and paid him for yesterday and today at the rough oak fancy railing along the Lodge road (Mallinson helped him this afternoon) and for his sawyers yesterday and today sawing up the railing – went into the cellar – 1 sherry for Mr. Gray – and went into the cellar again a couple of hours before setting off and got 1 sherry brought with us – left the inner cellar door wide open for air – locked up the keys with several others in the right hand end drawer the oak painted chest standing in the library passage – and brought away 1 pint bottle Malmsey Madeira from the bureau in the blue room

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dinner at 8 – coffee immediately – paid Mr. Gray for one week (vid. his arrival last Tuesday) £10 – he is to go by one of the early coaches in the morning – from about 9 to after 10 at accounts – then began to pack my imperial – A- had done hers, and now sat working at, and finishing her pedigree

damp rather rainy day

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earthlyemily · 3 years

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I’m struggling so much financially and honestly just wanted to vent somewhere. I’ve always lived in poverty and I think in my whole life I’ve had maybe 2 years where I didn’t have to stress about money and not be able to buy groceries or pay rent or be put into collections for not being able to make payments etc and that was when I was in college. For at least the past 5 years I’ve been struggling but I never talk about it. I don’t even know where to start haha I don’t even know what it’s like to not stress financially and be in debt. I’ll just start with the first things that come to mind with what I’m owing maybe. So it’s Dec. 23 and rent was due yesterday because we moved into this small suite attached to someone’s house on Nov. 22. It’s $1200 which is so expensive, but also the average price for BC if not even cheaper for a one-bedroom with a yard, utilities included. and no first and last, no pet deposits, etc because this is just short them for 4 months until the end of March because i reached out and asked and they said yes.

After 1 month I already remember why we went into the trailer almost 2 years ago and it’s literally because we can’t afford any other lifestyle. I think that’s the difference between us and some people that live in trailers, vans, etc. like we lived in a mouse & mouse shit infested trailer for 6 months breathing in their feces and urine and having it all over all our belongings. i literally had to take my whole life to the dump and we officially have no food storage because they ruined it all. there were at least 50-60 mice because a few birth cycles happened in the ceiling. I could write a whole post about my experience of living with field mice, but now isn’t the time so for rent, i only had $600 yesterday so that’s what I gave them. thank goodness they were okay with me asking for a few more days to make the other half. but I don’t even know when that’s going to be :(

my etsy shop veganveins has been doing so bad lately for more than one reason, most of my orders are just postcards and stickers, and while I’m grateful for them, that $1-3 profit isn’t going to keep my business going. and it’s so hard for me to work lately. the wifi doesn’t work sometimes for hours and I always get distracted by shawn and the dogs working from home in a small space. I need to get better at my time management. I got up at 8:30 today which is actually early for me so I’m proud of myself. I’m chronically ill and I really need to go get a blood test and see what’s happening because I haven’t gotten one since being diagnosed with graves disease again 1.5 years ago. anyways. i switched to a print on demand method this year for veganveins for some shirts and sweaters because i couldn’t afford to keep ordering shirts in bulk, and it’s honestly been so, so expensive and i barely make any profit. I’m currently owing my t-shirt printer $999 on one invoice (it was originally $2196 so I’ve at least paid half of it) but that was 2 weeks ago and I still need to pay it. Mario, my t-shirt printer has been with me since I started veganveins and I’m so grateful he gives me extensions on paying the invoices. every other t-shirt printer I’ve ever asked has said no. in addition to the $999 there’s going to be another $2200 invoice I’ll be receiving this week for my last order. I think because of the holidays he’s going to give me some time to pay off that too, but the problem is when I have outstanding invoices he doesn’t print new orders for me. He’s closed now until Jan. 4 so I just need to somehow make that much before then.

btw I don’t have a credit card ($8500 all used on veganveins and it got put into collections last march) and I had a fully used $5000 line of credit but I got a debt consolidation loan for $16,000 1 month ago and my payment for that is $167 a month. it fully paid off and closed my credit card and line of credit + $3000 overdraft which is nice. but now I don’t have any extra money except for what comes in. my credit is only 640 which is really bad in canada so I won’t get approved for a new credit card or loan until I build that up, which is going to be a few months of regular payments. so for regular payments, the $167 for the loan is due on Dec. 27. Yesterday the trailer loan which is literally unliveable from what the mice did until we renovate it came out for $260, that’s how much I pay once a month for it on the 22nd. I didn’t have $260 in my account so it got rejected and I got charged a $48 NSF fee. omg if anyone is reading this long i’m shook. i’m genuinely just writing this for myself to process my feelings and in case anyone was curious about my financial situation here you go haha. maybe some of you can relate, maybe some can’t. anyways. so now I somehow have to get $260 in my account for that for when they try to take it out again in the next few days.

another payment that was supposed to come out yesterday but hasn’t, but I’m sure will come out today is our truck loan. they deferred it for 8 months because of covid which was so nice, but we started paying it again 2 months ago. for both those months I called and made my payment a later date and that helped, but there’s barely any service here so when I called 4 times yesterday to try and change the date the payment comes out, I was on hold for 20-30 mins then my phone would disconnect and hang up. so that’s $586 and it will come out today, I have $0.46 in my account right now so it will get rejected and I’ll get charged another $48 NSF fee. this is why being poor always costs more and the banks are always harsher on those who don’t have money. today I’ll try calling again to see if I can ask for it to come out on a different day like january 10 instead, so I can first have time to pay rent and the trailer and also our $190 truck insurance which got rejected from my account 3 days ago, which was another $48 NSF fee. oh and something else i’m so stressed about is CIBC is going to put me into collections on December 28 if I don’t pay $1000, $700 of which is purely their fees. I have a $300 overdraft which they said i have to cover by then and the $700 is literally their $48 fees added up over the past 3 months. I got a text from them today saying my account is over and it’s because an amnesty international $11 monthly donation came out and obvi there’s no money in there, so that’s another $48 they charged. they’ve already given me a month to pay it and don’t want to wait any longer :(

I owe everyone in my family money, my sister $1650, my mom $700 and my brother also lent me $700. none of my siblings have money either and my mom definitely doesn’t so I hate that i had to borrow that much, and it’s literally been months. thankfully they’re so patient but i can’t wait to not owe them that

omg and i can’t even think about the amount of money shawn’s grandma has lent us. she’s genuinely the only reason we haven’t been completely homeless. but it’s a lot. like i don’t even want to say the number on here. she let us use it from her line of credit over the years and we’ve been slowly paying her back, but she lets us go months at a time without making a payment which i honestly hate doing, but have no choice. i’ve felt a lot of shame and guilt about this, but I also know that she genuinely would rather help us than see us suffer.

so i’m gonna talk about a big reason I’m broke this month especially - saving a pig named buster. his rescue cost me $1850 out of pocket that I didn’t have. but otherwise he was going to be killed in 2 days, he was my baby and I loved him so I had to do it. I somehow made $1350 that went towards it but I’m still owing $500, which I just asked for an extension for today until the new year. i’m not really supposed to talk about it but everything I’ve ever posted here has stayed here, so that cost was literally just from me buying the pig off the farmer. myself along with everyone else ive talked to is disgusted that he charged that much, but he wasnt budging and if that’s what it was going to take, of course I’m going to do it. I wouldn’t think twice about doing it for my dogs and Buster was smarter and more affectionate than them. i love him and I’m so happy he was saved. a non-profit organization transported him to a sanctuary and it was my biggest wish come true and the happiest moment I’ve had all year. my eyes are literally tearing up haha i love him so much. i could write a whole post about his neglect but basically he hasn’t had fresh water in weeks, he was only being fed handfuls of mixed nuts, he was constantly dirty in a muddy enclosure with an electric fence that he was always getting shocked on. he never got true love or affection except for when I gave him it. i posted an instagram story about him and asked people to message me and that i needed help, 2 people donated $111 and $120 each, and 2 other people donated $15 and $12. Someone also e-transferred me $20. These 4 donations equaled almost $300 ($277) and I was so grateful for those people wanting to help me help buster. if anyone else wants to help me with the cost of his rescue i still do need help and would appreciate it so much. this feels really weird and vulnerable for me to do and i’m sorry if anyone is annoyed by this post, I just genuinely am struggling and figured if someone does have extra and wants to help, there isn’t harm in that. but i do feel guilty for asking because i know there are so many other people struggling out there that need even more help than i do :(

i haven’t talked about it publically but i guess I will now, this farmer that I bought buster off of is the owner of the organic vegetable farm i was living and working at this past spring and summer. we worked really hard all summer to be able to stay there and park for free in the winter, but this past fall he told us no one was allowed to stay at the farm anymore, including us, so we had to find a new place to bring our 14ft trailer in to live. so that was an unexpected bummer and if we had known we wouldn’t be allowed staying there anymore (despite doing the labour of $1200 a month for free harvesting organic kale, for an off-grid spot he told us was worth $350 a month to park) we wouldn’t have driven 8 hours with the trailer and we would have stayed in the snow in northern BC and sucked it up and lived on the land we got the opportunity to rent this fall. Donna, the woman who is renting the land to us has been the biggest blessing in my life this year. I love her so much. Basically, she’s letting us live on 170 acres for $600 a month. letting us do whatever we want on the land (building a cabin, setting up rainwater catchment systems, having a solar passive greenhouse and a huge garden) LIKE WHAT. we could even open a farm sanctuary if we had money, i wanted to so bad but obviously that dream didn’t even come close to being reality. opportunities like this literally don’t exist in canada, especially not in BC. i cant even process my gratitude, i cry everytime i think about it. when we go back in the spring it’s going to be the beginning of the rest of our life :) i want to rescue so many senior dogs. everything we’ve always wanted to do we’ll be able to do, assuming we have money haha. but i want to have an organic farm and grow veggies to donate to families in need, especially since we live on stolen indiginious land and I see how the goverment actively restricts their access to fresh healthy produce. but anyways by then it was too dangerous to drive 8 hours back hauling a trailer in the snow and it was just easier to stay in the okanagan until the spring. i know the farmer probably doesn’t realize this and he’s also probably struggling financially but not being able to stay at the farm for the winter months we worked for, and buying buster for that price is a big reason I’m in the financial stress I am now so I figured i’d talk about it.

anyways. i think this is long enough and i think anyone reading this gets the point, i’m drowning in debt, my small business is almost costing me more to run and i’m not making nearly enough profit to live, the past few months ive been living off grid (not by choice) and just focused literally on surviving and not freezing and getting water etc and not having service or internet has affected me negatively. there’s internet now in the suite I’m in, it works really good in the morning and not as well at night, like for example tumblr doesn’t work past 5 pm for me to post photos. but ive been in a bad sleep schedule since i got here that i need to change. im sick and i need to heal myself. tomorrow i’ll set my alarm for 7:30. hopefully i make some money today. i got a social media managing job and it will end up being $1000 a month once i do the 3+ hours a day of work which im already feeling like i barely have time for my own basic life tasks. but i can do this.

if anyone reading this wants to help me out a bit, my paypal email is [email protected] or http://www.paypal.com/paypalme/veganveins

and my e-transfer email is [email protected] i have auto deposit so you won’t have to ask a question :)

this is my first time in 7 years i’ve made a post like this or asked for help. i won’t do it again but figured i have nothing to lose. if you read up to here i love you a lot and thank you so much for being here <3

#personal #finances #broke #poor #vegan #small business owner #graves disease #saving animals #off grid #I wonder if anyone will even read this all #debt #life update lol #p

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troop-scoop · 4 years

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Mistakes & Regrets XV

Summary: When a trip to your Dad’s hometown of Hawkins goes wrong, you end up in the year 1983, and have to learn how to cope with being stuck in the past.

Pairing: Steve Harrington / Future!Reader (like, a really slow burn)

Warnings: Swearing, implied homophobia, Steve being emotionally hurt :(

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There was always a certain smell to Halloween, that being of fake blood, cheaply made costumes that smelled like the warehouse they’d been stored in, as well as the smell of candy that lingered in your pillowcase until your dad insisted you wash it.

You always loved the smell of Halloween, the cheap plastic props of toy swords and wands, the cheap fairy wings made of wire that were covered in an elastic looking chiffon with glitter glue patterns.

The cheap grease paints that stank up the entire house the year that Daniel went as a clown, and your pa went as a plague doctor, not liking how pale his eyelids were underneath the mask, so he painted his eyelids with grease face paint like it was eyeshadow.

There was a very specific smell to Halloween, and a certain feeling you always got leading up to it, even when you were getting older. But in the past year, it felt like you’d matured more than you should have.

It was because you’d been forced into this situation by your own stupidity. Living on your own by age fifteen in a time period you’d only seen in movies. Using the 300 dollars you idiotically always carried with you because you didn’t have a bank account yet, as your only thing to live off of.

Halloween wasn’t the same, and you doubted it ever would be. Nothing would ever be the same. Holidays were never a happy time for you, friendships were hard to develop, and you couldn’t be normal with Nancy or Jonathan, or any of Will’s friends because they knew when you were from. Thankfully the boys were told to be quiet by the government about that part. And silently, you were thankful you never told them that Will was your father.

Romantic relationships seemed completely out of the question to you now. The awkwardness of still being considered new hadn’t worn off, and nothing about the idea of dating a boy in Hawkins in the 1980s felt right.

The only normal relationship you had was your friendship with Steve. You had friends at school before, but never once had you been this close with one before. You usually hung out with him or Jonathan, and everything about it flowed like a friendship should. You’d gotten into a few arguments like friends usually do, the most notable being the year before when Will was still gone and you punched him.

You didn’t regret it. He deserved it, but every once in awhile, you’ll feel the ache in your fist again. It had been a pretty impressive blow for someone whose last fight was in second grade with a boy who had called your fathers a few slurs to your face.

You dealt with those people plenty of times. The schools you went to always having kids from two different neighborhoods. One was normal, and felt like a community. But then there was the one with the heavy right-winged parents who taught their children to be cruel.

You left a bowl of candy on the porch for the kids who came by. Not wanting to be overwhelmed by the sight that would just remind you too much of home and have you crying outside Hopper’s cabin with Eleven carefully peaking out the window in a few hours. It was the only safe space you could go to feel close to anyone when you were breaking down, other than the fully reclined passenger seat of Steve’s car after you bombed a math quiz.

But there was a very big difference between the two breakdowns. One being superficial, and that you could recover from, something stupid that you knew wouldn’t matter in a year. But the other, was caused by the biggest life changing moment in your life, whose repercussions you were still facing in the form of anxiety and ‘ptsd’ according to Owens.

The steam surrounded you while you held your knees to your bare chest, tears mixing with shower water while the scenery around you refused to pass. This episode captured how you remembered the Upside Down perfectly. Every night or day you’d spent there being so dark you could barely see two yards in front of you, the air around you cold but the water hot and practically burning your skin.

But you heard the front door open, and you opened your eyes, seeing the bathroom go back to normal. The ugly yellow tile back, while your tears shifted from being out of tear to relief.

Grabbing onto the edge of the tub you pushed yourself onto your feet, acting like it hadn’t happened by calmly washing out the suds from your hair that had grown far longer than it had been in September of 83.’

Turning off the faucet you stepped out and grabbed the grey towel from the hook, wrapping it around your body and taking the safety pin from the counter and used it to keep your towel from falling. Opening the bathroom door, steam pooled out from the doorway.

Looking over to the living room, where you saw Steve sitting on the couch, head in his hands and his back rising and falling in such a way that it was hard not to notice that he was holding back tears.

“Steve?” You questioned. He looked up and then quickly averted his gaze when he saw you in the towel.

“Jesus, I’m so sorry.” He blurted out.

But you noticed how his eyes seemed red, and not from lack of sleep or alcohol. It looked like he’d been crying. His hair disheveled, no doubt from running his hands through it

You took strides over to him and sat practically hip to hip with him, not caring if you were soaking wet or in just a towel. “What happened?”

He shook his head a bit, looking to the carpet, running his dominant hand through his hair while he tried to process what to tell you. He finally looked up at you. “Have you ever loved someone before?”

“Other than my parents? No.” You answered.

“It’s intense. it’s . . . it’s really scary sometimes to be vulnerable in front of the person who you think also loves you, because they say it,” He was sad, angry and didn’t know what to do. “I. . .” He started to tear up and in a heartbeat you had your arms around him. “She. . . Nancy doesn’t love me.” Steve’s voice broke halfway through his sentence, trying to hide the fact that he was on the brink of tears.

“What’d she say?” It was like your own problems were completely miniscule to Steve’s. But that was a more recent coping mechanism, where you avoided your own problems in favor of helping somebody else.

“She called me bullshit. Said we were pretending everything was fine, that we were pretending to be in love, that me and her were pretending we didn’t kill Barb.”

At that you tensed up. The thought that Nancy blamed Steve for Barbara’s death, made you angry. It wasn’t either of their faults for not being there when Nancy had apparently told Barbara to go home.

“You’re not bullshit, and what happened to Barb wasn’t your fault. Shit happens, people die. No one knew that was gonna happen to her.”

You weren’t looking directly at Steve, but you could tell he was breaking down, head on your shoulder, and body exhausted, leaning into you for comfort that you gave him without question. “You can cry, Steve.” It was a simple sentence, but it carried a lot for Steve, who had never once been told that by anyone. Usually being shamed with the phrase ‘real men or boys don’t cry.’ And he let go, holding onto you and letting the tears go down his cheeks while you ran a comforting hair through his hair, smoothing down his hair so the strands rested like they usually did.

You’d never experienced the kind of heartbreak he was going through, you’d experienced the kind where you had ended up completely alone and scared in a scary place, with the added layer of knowing you’d never see your parents again as a teenager.

But his was worse. He found love, he grew to love Nancy. And they’d been together a year, which alone was impressive, since teenagers couldn’t even seem to keep a job for more than three months.

He couldn’t have ever anticipated that she’d be cruel, call him ‘bullshit’ and blame him for what happened to her friend.

But you knew according to movies, tv shows and books, that eventually, you wouldn’t have your family anymore. That at some point, you’d be alive, and your parents gone, But you just never anticipated it to happen this way. So maybe you were on the same level of heartbreak, just two different types.

“I know,” You comforted softly his quiet tears made your own tears build up, but you forced them away, opting to let this be about him, and what he was going through. “You’re not bullshit.” You told him.

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Flinching away from the cotton ball that the nurse held up to your cheek, you glared at the middle aged woman. Mrs. Luna was always meaner that Mrs. Kenna who always greeted students with a warm smile and actually did care about them and if they were okay.

Mrs. Luna let out a harsh breath through her nose out of frustration, deciding to turn her attention over to the boy who sat by the counter, a poster of the food pyramid over his head had you wishing it was a real pyramid that would fall on him.

“Annalise, are Y/n’s parents coming to get her?” Mrs. Luna demanded of the secretary who was in the front office, the door connecting the two rooms open so the women could interact.

“Will Byers should be here soon to pick her up.” The main secretary informed while standing at the printer, which you could see through the doorway where you sat by the Nurse’s desk.

You weren’t afraid of anything as a child, heights always seemed like fun, and while you didn’t like spiders, you weren’t afraid of them. You weren’t afraid at the thought of getting hurt, and this entire situation proved that, since you’d been the one to technically start the fight, by throwing the first punch. But at least you, a second grade girl had beat a fifth grader in a fight. He was more bloody than you, and clearly in more pain, even though he tried to hide it.

Turning your head to the side you looked to the health posters garnered towards kids, things about eyesight and bones in a cartoon style so it fit the elementary school.

“Mr. Byers. . .” You heard the secretary greet your dad. “And Mrs. Cortez.” The dread filled you when you realized that Joseph’s mother was here. She was the type of mother who everyone on campus was scared of because it seemed she didn’t tolerate any other child other than her own.

“So it was your child who hurt my son?”

You heard your dad give a spiteful chuckle. “Get a grip, Janet.” He spoke the woman’s name with venom as he approached the nurse’s office, still in the sweatpants and t-shirt he’d worn when he dropped you and your brother off that morning.

Giving a nervous smile to him when he came into the linoleum floored room, he gave you a look mixed with disappointment and something else. “Hi, dad.” You said in the happiest voice which had Mrs. Cortez scowling at you when she walked in after your dad, approaching her son.

He kneeled down in front of you, examining your face, hands gently holding your jaw to keep you in place. “Guess I should see the other guy huh, baby?”

You laughed, even if it hurt your cheek where the scrape was that Mrs. Luna had tried cleaning.

“You encourage that behavior?” Mrs. Cortez asked harshly, arms crossed and when you let your eyes wander over to her, you noticed how there wasn’t a single wrinkle in her pantsuit, and how the clothing she wore made her even more intimidating to you.

“None of your business.” Your dad shot back, grabbing your hand and helping you out of the plastic blue chair. The two parents never liked each other. Mrs. Cortez didn’t like your parents because they were gay, and your parents hated her because she was rude, and didn’t understand where boundaries were.

“Can you call Ms. Perez? I’m signing my son out too.”

You had to listen to the bickering between your dad and the woman, while you and Joseph glared at each other until Daniel got to the front office, confused and holding the book he’d basically been forced to check out from the school library. Your dad had checked you both out, and gotten you into the car before driving home.

The rest of the day was mostly quiet, with Daniel doing the simple worksheets at the dining table with you, while you worked on your times tables, using the laminated paper that Pa had made for you.

Your dad made you both lunch, which was just leftover spaghetti that Pa had made. Sure, Will was the one who worked from home, and helped make Halloween costumes, and drew things with you at the coffee table while reruns of Ed, Edd, and Eddy played, but Tom was the better cook, and better at helping with homework.

“Hey Danny, can you give your sister and I a few minutes?” Will asked, picking up the plates from the kitchen table, looking over to Daniel who nodded and got up, happily going to his room where his action figures were.

You looked up at him, holding the scented marker in hand, coloring in the certain sections of the coloring page with every answer you got.

Will placed the plates in the sink and walked over to the table, sitting next to you, an arm resting on the top of the back of the chair, right behind your head.

“What did he do?”

You stayed quiet, continuing to color in the flower, going a little bit out of the lines, still not having the best of hand/eye coordination.

“What did he say?” Will rephrased the sentence.

“He called you and Papa fags and fairies.” You answered quietly, keeping your eyes on the paper until Will reached over, taking the pink marker from you and capping it.

“You know how everyone says you’re like me?”

Nodding you answered. “Yeah.”

He nodded a bit with a smile. “You are a lot like me, but you’re also like your pa. I’ve seen him punch one of his college professors for saying the same things about us before.”

You smiled up at him a bit, and saw his smile grow a bit. “Listen to me, sweetheart, you never, and I mean never, let anybody push you around. I let people push me around all throughout school, I was nothing like Pa, so I’m glad you are, even I get calls to come pick you up at 10 am, and even if you get suspended for a week. I think it’s stupid for them to expect you not to do anything. Never be afraid of getting in trouble if what you’re about to do is the right thing.”

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How I Look On You 002

Chun-hei is stuck between feeling too busy to commit and too young to settle down. And with her bustling book publisher business, bachelors and alike are all swarming around her for a chance at publicity. She’s doing a good job at keeping the men at bay—until Byun Baekhyun, that is. Doesn’t mean he’ll have it easy though.

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The Job

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I don't believe no one no more

Boy, show me what you're in it for

Been on the low when it comes to love (When it comes, when it comes to love)

Said, "Do you like how I look or just how I look on you?"

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“Jihun, please handle all my calls while I’m gone and call my mobile in case of emergencies.”

“Yes. Ma’am,” She chirps, periwinkle colored nails tapping steadily on her keyboard. “When can I expect you back?”

“About an hour,” Grabbing my coat, I swiftly slip it on, “I’ll be down at the bank making sure everything is in order.”

“Double checking your account, huh?” She teases, brow raised meaningfully as she peeks over her monitor.

“Of course,” I mumble, buttoning up and straightening my collar, “Those people love to mess my numbers up,” Reaching for my purse, I pause, turning back to her, “Better yet, make that 2.”

“Good thing you’re clear of meetings today.” She chuckles as I stroll by, “Be careful!”

I can’t help but scoff, tossing my hair over my shoulder with a smirk, “I always am.”

“I’m sorry, Ms. Kim.” The receptionist must notice the tick in my jaw, quickly checking something on the computer in front of her, “Mr. Lee isn’t here today but I can direct you to our 2nd finest-”

“Please do,” I mumble quietly, already counting the extra 30 minutes that will be added to this whole ordeal.

“He just finished up with his last client,” She tries to soothe, picking up the phone on her desk after punching in a few quick numbers, “Mr. Byun, another client is here to see you. Alright, I’ll send them right away.” Turning back to me, she gestures to the elevators, “Mr. Byun is on the 4th floor, 2nd door to the right.”

“Thank you.” I make my way over to them, sighing inwardly at ache beginning to settle in my heels. 6 years of wearing the same two-inch shoes to work and my flat feet never seem to grow used to it.

Reaching the 4th floor, I step out with light feet, maneuvering around a distracted lady in a suit before knocking politely on the designated door labeled ‘Mr. Byun.’

“Come in,” A deep voice calls. One that brings a shiver down my spine as I twist the knob. Sounds like-

Opening the door, I come face to face with my handsome one night stand; Byun Baekhyun.

His eyes widen in recognition before they narrow; angular jaw ticking in irritation. “Have a seat.”

My brow lifts in challenge, was that an order?

Recognizing the look on my face, he gestures to his desk, “Please.” He clears his throat, a red hue to his cheeks, “Have a seat.”

Shooting him a look, I sit on one of the leather chairs in front of his desk, crossing my legs as he settles into his own seat.

“How may I help you today?” He sets a stack of folders aside, briefly glancing up at me.

“I’m just checking up on a few things.” Catching myself before my eyes linger too long on his slender hands, I focus on the far wall instead. “Making sure the tax money went in and the security of the account.”

Baekhyun asks a few questions and I give him the necessary information, observing his nicely sized office and display of degrees on the wall. A Master’s degree, hmm?

“Everything is in order,” His voice brings me back to the present, my eyes accidentally meeting his, “The taxes went in on time and no unauthorized purchases have been made.”

“Good,” With a little hum, I move to stand, “Thank you, Mr. Byun.”

“-Are you uncomfortable?”

Pausing at the door, I look back at him, “Excuse me?”

“Do I make you uncomfortable?” His voice is void of any emotion, steely eyes reflecting my ablaze ones. “Please, feel free to request someone else next time.”

“You think I’m scared of you?” It takes everything in me to hold back a scoff, especially at the amused quirk of his lips. “Really now?”

He shrugs, “Well you sure seem to be shy around a one night sta-”

I hiss at him, making sure the door is completely shut before walking back to his desk with long strides. “If there is one thing I'm scared of,” I meet his eye, “It’s not you, Byun Baekhyun.”

“You sure do know how to be convincing, Kim Chun-hei.” He says my name mockingly, smirking even more, “Running away right after spending the night with me.”

I roughly plant my hands on his desk, “You are really getting on my nerves. One night stands are exactly that.” His eyes darkened the longer I talk, “No waking up next to each other. No sharing breakfast.” I lean closer, slowly pronouncing every word, “Just fuck and go.”

“What if I don’t want to be a one night stand?” His question is abrupt, firm and demanding. I reel back as if burned, “What?”

“What if I don’t want to be a one night stand?” He stands up, rounding around the desk as I back up, soon finding my back against a wall. “What if I want to see you more?”

“For sex?” I arch a brow.

A wave of emotions crosses his face before his eyes darken even more. “Yes,” Nodding firmly, he cages me to the wall; all firm, warm and enticing. His brown eyes locked onto my own, “I want you.” He licks his lips, eyeing me meaningfully.

“I have to be back by noon,” I mumble, using all my strength not to waver under his stare.

His brows raise in amusement, that wicked tongue of his once again licking his tempting bottom lip, “Give me 30 minutes.”

I scoff, tossing my head to the side with a roll of my eyes, “As if.”

“Fuck,” I sigh, tangling my fingers in his hair and tilting my head back as he trails kisses down my neck, sucking just enough to barely leave any marks, “Baekhyun.”

He hums in reply, setting me on the counter and rolling up my pencil skirt.

“I still can’t stand you,” I insist, already panting at the feeling of his wandering hand sliding up my thigh.

Baekhyun just smirks, planting a kiss behind my ear that causes my whole body to shake, “I know.”

Feeling my panties getting pulled to the side, I lean back against the mirror, closing my eyes as his cool hand meets my hot core.

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Sighing, I read over a belligerent email for the 3rd time, trying to figure out a way to reassure the recipient. A soft knock at the door pulling me from the censored words, “Come in.”

“Ms. Kim,” Jihun enters, walking with the grace of a cheetah, her blonde hair up in a perfect bun as always. “You have 3 meetings today-”

“Three?” Frowning, I glance down at the folders she sets on my desk.

“With the board directors, the author, and the bookseller.” Noting my sour expression, she raises a brow, “The seller being petulant again?”

“He’s throwing a hissy fit every week,” I groan, running my hand through my hair. “He knows the rules yet insists to bend them, it’s ridiculous.”

She sets down a coffee mug as well before taking a seat, “What’s is it this time?”

“He’s demanding to lead the whole process,” I mumble, squeezing my stress ball. “Because he ‘has the experience’ I don't care how experienced he is! His job is to sell books, not be breathing down mine and our workers’ neck!”

“Experience nothing, he has been working here barely 6 months.” Jihun points out, crossing her legs.

“Exactly,” I sigh, taking a tentative sip of mocha, “I don’t know how to break it to him and not seem...you know.”

“You make twice as much as him and this is your company,” Organizing the folders, she regards me with a level eye, “Tell him straight up either do what is expected of him or find another job. And trust me, you’re offering the most for his position in a 300-mile radius. He will yield.”

“Are you sure?” Eyeing her with a wary expression, I take another sip, “I rather not have to search for another seller at the last minute.”

“I’m positive.” Coming to stand by my shoulder, she assists in typing up a reply, looking it over with firm nods and hums. “If he knows what’s good for his paycheck, he’ll heed this warning.”

“Jihun, you’re the best,” I sigh, relaxing back in my chair.

She smiles, a teasing glint in her eyes, “I try.”

Recognizing the look on her face I shake my head, “No.”

“You sure are glowing these days,” She muses, looking me over as I paint a nonchalant expression on my face. “I’d swear it was a pregnancy aura if I didn’t know you well.”

Strangling a bit on a hot sip of mocha, I set down the cup, eyeing her with blank eyes, “I’ve been sleeping well lately.”

“Yeah,” She breezily agrees, pushing my hair back and revealing the faint trace of a hickey on my neck, “Not alone either.”

Turning a little red I lightly swat her hand away, tugging my hair back into place. “I have been...in good company.”

“Recently too,” She observes; cheeky grin not leaving her face, “Whose the lucky guy?”

Looking down at my mug as if it’ll save me, I give up with a sigh, flicking my eyes back to hers, “Baekhyun.”

“Baekhyun?” Her perfectly shaped brows crinkle in confusion, eyes moving back and forth in thought. Her head pops up; eyes wide, “The guy from the bar, Baekhyun?”

Nodding a little, I groan at the disbelieving look on her face. “Yes, that’s the one.”

“How did you two...” She eyes me with concern, “Meet again? You didn’t leave your number, right?”

Remembering the adorable look of betrayal on his face, I sigh, “Of course not. I met him down at the bank.” Leaning back and crossing my arms, I carefully take in the emotions crossing her face.

Her brow raises, “Investing?”

I wish. “He’s an accountant.”

“An accountant!?-” Glancing over her shoulder at the closed door, she leans closer, whispering, “Wait, so that day you came back an hour late...”

“Yeah?..” Aimlessly clicking around my computer, I inwardly kick myself.

“And you were limping...”

Sighing loudly before rubbing my hand down my face, I mumble in defeat, “Yeah...”

Jihun whistles. “Wow...dick too bomb, huh?”

Giggling despite myself, I nod, easily returning her knowing grin. “You know it.”

By the end of the day, I’ve gone through three more mugs of chocolatey goodness before I’m free. The cool breeze of late fall has never felt better.

Pulling my coat tighter around my form, I march down to the parking garage, grumbling at the bone-chilling wind. Once again a 67-degree, cloudless day prediction by the weatherman has turned into a barely 50-degree overcast horror of strong wind and chances of rain.

Barely three steps away from my car, the winded is knocked out of me; my back soon meeting a stone-cold wall.

“Fuck.” I hiss, glaring up at the chuckling fucker responsible. “Seojun,” I utter lowly; words catching in my throat.

“Hey baby,” He coos, cupping my cheek with an ice-cold hand that leaves me flinching, “Missed me?”

“Funny of you to ask,” I plaster on a bright smile that doesn’t meet my eyes, “Considering the fact that I haven’t even heard from you in-huh-10 months.”

“Aw Chun, you know I have business to attend to,” He pouts, insincerely, grinning like a Cheshire cat afterward, “Modeling isn’t just all about good looks-”

“Get off me.” I keep my eyes focused on the floor, just the thought of meeting his gaze making the last of my lunch come back up.

“What?” He asks as if surprised; unwarranted offense clear in his tone. I clench my jaw to hold back a wince when he grips it painfully tight. “What did you say?”

“She clearly told you to get off her,” Another voice echoes across the garage. A familiar head of obsidian hair rounding the corner to where we are partially hidden from view.

Seojun slightly turns to face the man as I try to hide in the shadows, “And who the fuck are you?”

“Her lawyer,” Baekhyun holds his gaze with a level look, fitting the part with his three-piece suit and a brown, worn-in leather bag tucked under his arm. “I suggest you leave before we press charges.”

Seojun scoffs. “As if anyone would believe some washed-up playboy over a celebrity.”

Baekhyun’s jaw clenches and I am filled with dread of what may come out his mouth.

“Well, they sure will believe hardcore evidence.” My wide eyes flicker over to Jihun as she steps into view; waving her phone with a forced smile on her face, “You wouldn’t want to be labeled as a harasser before your big runway event, hmm?”

Seojun looks between us all and I hold my breath, closing my eyes when he shoves me against the wall before storming away. The instant his footsteps fade, a click of heels fills the garage, “Chun-hei are you okay?”

Sighing out my nose, I open my eyes, “Yeah,” Cracking a grin I avoid her worried gaze and Baekhyun’s questioning eyes, “He was just being an ass.”

“Exes are the worst,” Jihun softly replies, grabbing my arm, “Come on, let’s go to your favorite ice cream parlor.”

“It’s cold as hell,” I whine, jumping when a chuckle caresses the back of my ear.

“Sorry,” Baekhyun emerges, joining my other side as Jihun leads me to my car. “I’m really in the mood for strawberry.”

“Funny how you too share a favorite flavor,” Jihun notes, looking between the two of us with a knowing smile.

“At least we don’t crave pints of green tea on a regular basis,” Unlocking my car, I gently brush away leaves from the window of my red Kia Cadenza.

“At least I know how to try out new flavors to expand my horizon, you uncultured heathen,” She rebukes, crossing her arms.

“It’s actually quite nice,” Baekhyun supplies, blinking when we both turn to him with amused and betrayed eyes, “What?”

“Score one for me,” Jihun singsongs, dancing off to her white Prius.

“Score one for me too,” I huff, stepping into my vehicle. Noting Baekhyun still standing there, I raise a brow at him, “Will you be joining us?”

He grins, “I gladly would, but my car is in the shop, so,” Smiling sheepishly, he shoves his hands in his pockets, “I should be getting home.”

I clear my throat. “Alright.” Disappointment fills my chest and I don’t know why.

He smiles, taking a few steps back before walking away.

“...Baekhyun?” I call.

He turns back, raising a brow and I feel silly for what I’m about to do. But I’ve already begun to seal my fate, so, “Hop in.”

“It’s not that funny,” I mumble at a laughing Baekhyun; carefully pulling his ice cream closer to the center of the table to avoid any accidents. I’m starting to wish Jihun didn’t have to rush back to the company “for reasons.” That sly fox.

“The guy has been working there for less than a year and expects you to hand everything over to him?” He snorts, covering his boxy grin as his spoon dangles from his slender fingers.

“I know right,” Sighing I take another spoonful of ice cream, humming at the creamy goodness, “I’m the CEO and Director, I’m pretty sure there’s no way he can handle both-or even one-of those positions.” Chuckling to myself I dig around for another cherry.

“Wait,” Baekhyun’s suddenly serious tone has my eyes slowly lifting to his, “You’re a CEO?”

Well, shit. “Yeah,” I drawl, taking another bite, “You didn’t know?”

He shakes his head, honest confusion in his brown orbs.

Sitting straighter, I mutter with a blank expression, “I’m the head of Kim Publishing.”

I expected a few things to happen—a gasp; a jaw drop; an exclamation of disbelief—but Baekhyun just leans back with a hand over his face. “Here I was thinking you were a lawyer or an undeniably sexy principal, but a CEO?” He groans, rubbing his hand down his face before peeking at me with eyes filled with a look I know all too well, “You just keep surprising me, Doll.”

“Do you even know my age?” I deadpan, ignoring the slight flutter in my chest.

He looks me over for a moment, “...23?”

I choke a bit on my dessert. “I’m 28.” And I'm flattered, really.

“You don’t look a day over 20,” He smiles, an expression that quickly falls off his lips when I deliberately lick every trace of ice cream from my spoon.

“Trust me,” I purr, leaning over the small table to stare him down and loosen his tie, “I can do a lot more than any 20 year old ever could.”

Baekhyun’s eyes are that dark shade of brown that I adore the most. He slaps a couple of dollar bills on the table before taking my hand and leading me out the parlor. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Giggling, I make sure no paparazzi is around while I'm lead back to the car. Licking my lips when Baekhyun climbs into the backseat and unbuttons his shirt; gazing at me with that knee-weakening smirk.

Leaving every bad memory at the door, I climb onto his lap and let him rock my world, and—ultimately—the car as well.

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A quick author's note:

Hi! Thank you for the support!

This fic may seem very fast-paced—it kind of is—but things will be slowing a bit down for the remaining chapters.

In other words, trouble is coming.

See you!~

#baekhyun smut #baekhyun romance #baekhyun angst #lets see if I can actually finish this in 5 weeks lmao

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whatdoesshedotothem · 2 years

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Saturday 3 March 1838

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fair but thick hazy morning and F34 ½° at 8 and F35° at 9 – stood reading Cochranes’ journey vol. 1 pp. 35 to 45. and looking at maps till breakfast at 9 ½ in about ½ hour – then had Robert Mann – Rowbottom and Holt will send me an estimate of what they will find the engine for – Robert had better see about the tubbing done in Thornton for Messrs. Bairstow and Wilson – get all the information he could and not let us be wrong again – he mentioned a washerwoman – from his account said she had best come and offer to A- as kitchen maid – she is sister to David Mann’s wife is married but her husband a drunked – cannot live with him – has only one child a big boy who lives with his grandmother – then with A- the woman to come at 10 am on Monday to speak to A- Packet from Messrs. P- and A- enclosing letter they had just had from Mr. Rivsdale saying no difficulty in selling a n° of shares at £430 – the man who brought the packet brought notices to quit to Mr. Hutchinson for A- to sign – A- did not like the form of the to quit 18 September but if the year did not end then to quit 6 months afterwards – crossed out this part of the printed notice and sent the man back with a note saying that if the notices would not do thus crossed out, P- to send fresh ones to Cliff Hill for A- to sign – had Nelson junior (Stephen) and gave him check n°220 for £200 out of the £275.5.0 allowed by Mr. Harper with reservation of bill for Days’ work – on which account reserved (N-‘s own proposing) the £75.5.0 – then had Mr. William Barber plasterer and paid him in full for Hilltop – (DB. having paid £5 in a/c) – then with A- all the time till she rode off to Cliff Hill at 2 20 – shewed her the letter from R- to P- and A- and talked over the matter – would not advise A- to sell under £450 but I thought she would be right to take that for all her 40 shares – what could she do with the money? could not be at loss – if nothing else for it, might take my mortgage to the Misses p- she would thus get a certainty for an uncertainty and lose not one farthing of income – for navigation shares at £450 = 25 years purchase = 4pc I am for selling my shares now at £430 and A- so inclined also – but would have me wait till Monday to give the answer – or I should have gone to H-x this afternoon – to the bank and to P. and A- talked over the Landymerestone 5/. per yard down on a baring of 50x40 yards = 2000 yards a good price the expense of this baring been also taken upon himself by the purchaser – a road into the new road suppose about 220 yards long and 5 yards wide including wall along one side might be done for about £60 – for which the purchaser of the stone (Bentley or any other) to pay £3 annual rent – the land for this road not ½ DW. to be taken from the tenant and no allowance necessary – the farm would still be cheap enough – on refusal send the tenant a notice to quit – on A-‘s going wrote all the above of today till 2 ¾ Joseph Mann having waited about ¼ hour – had him from 2 ¾ to near 5 settling and talking matters over – he agrees with me, it will be best to leave a good barrier against Mr. Rawson and towards the dale and Godley and upper brea – did not seem to think 60 yards breadth of barrier too much – told me Holts’ brothers said, H- had neglected his own concerns as much as mine – he has £300 out in debts owing to him that he has been too indolent to call in – some of seven year standing – had the plan of the estate down respecting the barriers of coal to be left etc. etc – downstairs till near 6 turning the drawer in the little chiffonier and burning the useless, chiefly printed letters addressed to my father – from near 6 to 6 ½ at accounts �� sometime in the west tower – dinner at 7 ¼ and sat reading from p. 45 to 105 vol. 1 Cochranes’ journey – till came upstairs at 8 ¾ - then read the newspaper and dozed and slept over the fire till 10 – Note tonight from the H-x philosophical society and Letter directed to my father printed prospectus of a lottery to be drawn at Vienna on the 5th of May next for an estimate the Lordship of Deutsch-Brodersdorf in Lower Austria 8 or 9 miles from Vienna and a house in Vienna and several prizes in money – the letter dated Frankfort ofm 15 February 1838’ – Letter to be addressed to Mr. Clauvent Wehrle merchant Frankfort on Maine Germany – sleeping and dozing till now 10 40 at which hour F34° finish day overhead tho’ before 9 this morning there was for a little while a little driving small snow which however bore off – Began and read the 24 pp. vol. 3 Lardners’ Russia till 11 35

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