#i saw an account went “wow thats stupid” blocked them and am now making a post about it

[tempesttz]

the culture around "reclaiming" terms is so strange to me. especially disorder goblins reclaiming pro endo or directly endogenic terms. stop stealing our resources, why do you need them so bad if we're so wrong and terrible, mind your biz

[thequeenb]

Come Back

This is part 3 of the series because its highly requested. Part 1 and 2 are here for you to read.

I watched Poppy get out of the limo gracefully as she has always been. She was perfect in every way, people here aren't used to this type of women. From head to toe she was beautiful, from the way her hair fell to her shoulders to the way she was standing, eyes looking at me intently.

Everyone was stunned but i am not surprised. Charlie gasps as she takes my hand in hers tagging me away from the crowd. My eyes are lost in hers, just like every movie everything stops. My heart is pounding but I can't quite know how i feel. As Charlie pushes me away from her i can see the disappointment all over her perfect features

Why she follow me? Why is she here? How did she know i was here? And most importantly what do i do now? Before my mind start overthink Charlie looks at me worried

"I am sorry this is all my fault i thought it was a celebrity i didn't knew it was your ex"

Right my ex. Is this the right word? I cant quite tell to be honest. We have been through so much that we didn't had time to label our relationship nor we had to. I felt anger when the painful pictures came back in my mind. If our relationship meant even a little bit to her why would she let us fall apart?

I frown and Charlie hugs me tight without another word. She always knew what to do and how to read my eyes. Her hand draws small circles on my back and i take a deep breath

"This wasn't your fault. I am surprised she even knows where Farmsvile is" my bitter chuckle fills the air "i always wanted to take her here, show her the real world without any masks covering our every decision"

Charlie listens to me like always. I miss Zoe though, she is as supportive as her but she always knew the New York world better than Charlie

"Why do you think she is trying to find you?"

I bite my lip in thought wanting the answer to this question but for now its unknown

"Well i blocked her number..her instagram, her Twitter account, her Facebook account her-"

"Woah there" Charlie says laughing "you are such a drama queen no wonder the big city treats you well"

"I wish it did, so many things changed so fast. The way i dress, the way i think, the way i make decisions, everything" i hide my face in my hands unable to get a hold of my emotions

"Well you better make a fast decision because miss Barbie is coming our way right now" i quickly fix my hair and wipe my tears not wanting Poppy to see how hurt i am

She approaches carefully and so sure of herself but knowing her i sense the hesitation in her expression.

"Could we have some privacy?" Poppy asks and Charlie gives me the "should i kill this bitch" look. I nod reassuring her its fine

"If you hurt her more i will throw you to the pigs" Charlie says giving Poppy a sharp look before walking away

Poppy mutters something under her breath, probably something like 'gross' or 'ew'. She is hesitant to sit next to me but I don't mind it. Taking a deep breath i try to not cry

"Look Bea, i won't waste your time because you already hate me but everything you saw has a story behind them" her expression changes, i am sure she replay the events and honestly so do i. The difference between us is that she feels sadness and i am blinded by rage

"Oh i am sure it does. I will make a guess and say that you used me all this time and i was just a puppet in your stupid game" i stand up unable to be close to her

"Oh please what would i gain from you? Being with a farmer girl isn't exactly appealing to any advantage" she stands up too, her eyes a wild fire ready to spread

A farmer girl..not appealing. Bravo Poppy, break my heart a little bit more

"Wow really? Last time i checked a farmer girl made you feel loved, a farmer girl took you to nice places and a farmer girl held you while you complained about your family!!" I raise my voice even though i have all the right reasons, still i can see how surprised she is by it

"I could have anyone i want if i snap my fingers but i tried to protect you i never wanted Carter-"

"Oh really?? The what the fuck is this pic Poppy?" I shove my phone in her face and i can see clearly her anger building in

"You don't understand, i am stupid i even came to this disgusting place to find you" she grabs her bag fixing her hair trying to make a dramatic exit

"Oh seriously? Well i am sorry this doesn't meet your standards i am sure you enjoy the city where nobody gives a shit about you or use you for your name" i grab my bag too and this time i walk away without looking back

Suddenly i stop my tracks but i don't turn around to face her "And to think i wanted to show you where i grew up" thats all i say before my tears fell from my eyes. I change my pace going faster in hope she would chase me but she doesn't.

The fresh air hits my face and i feel safe knowing nobody will judge me here. Walking a little further i finally arrive home where a familiar smell greets me. My mother is making my favourite food, father is feeding the chickens and Charlie waits for me on the porch

I put a fake smile on my face as i approach "well that went better than i thought" sarcasm was always my way to cope with my emotions

"You will share the details later right now we should eat the stew while its hot come on!" Charlie leads me inside the house and it feels good to be surrounded by welcoming faces

The day passes fast and i jump in my bed. I am so exhausted, who knew dealing with my emotions would be so tiring. Before i close my eyes i check my phone in hope Zoe texted me but i know she is busy. I close my eyes hoping the pain will stop and the new day will start better.

The sun hits my face and i groan in annoyance when i hear a knock at my door.

"Sweetheart should i come in?" My mother comes inside my room and i sit up trying to understand why she woke me up at..8:00 in the morning?? Ugh a girl cant get her beauty sleep

She sits beside me cupping my face in her hands. I missed her touch, she always made me feel better about myself and my problems no matter how sad i was feeling

"You have visitors outside waiting for you but i was adviced to not let you look through the window" my mother chuckles "now get ready they waited long enough"

I smile putting all my energy into getting out of my warm bed "fine fine only because i know Charlie will want to do something crazy"

I get dressed and run downstairs. I open the door only to be greeted by Charlie and.. Poppy??

"Goodmorning Princess i am sorry to wake you up so early but we have cows to milk" Charlie winks at me but my attention falls to Poppy who's wearing a simple T shirt and..boots? What is happening?

"Don't look at this city snob like that it took me 1 hour to convince her to wear these"

Poppy rolls her eyes but i laugh, its a once in a lifetime opportunity to see her this way, ah how i would love to take a picture and post it everywhere

"Show me your world" Poppy says giving me a small smile and for the first time i can see all the effort she put for me. I mean the outfit says it all, and the one and only Min SinClair will do farm work? Now thats some change

"I chuckle walking towards the farm "Well then show me how sorry you are" i say throwing a bucket at Poppy who looks at it in disgust

"I swear Hudges if you-" but Charlie push her in time and honestly this is the best sight ever. Poppy pouts but bites her tongue

"Lets go city girl show me what you got" Charlie and i laugh and surprisingly Poppy joins as she hides her face on my shoulder

"I missed you" she whispers only for me to hear and i smile letting my bad thoughts on the side for once seeing where this will take me. I hold her closer as we walk into the sunrise ready to share a piece of myself with her.

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[gguksgalaxy]

Little Big Secret pt. 4

Masterpost <-- Part 3 | Part 5 -->

Genre: Fluff/Angst (more angst in this part omg) Warnings: Angst, bashing SM (sorrynotsorry), probably wrong representation of photography industry don’t bash me. And there's ONE dirty comment in here...like 1..... Pairing: Reader x Yixing/Lay Wordcount: 2648 A/N: Because I am a nice person, don't want to leave you hanging ;)...well...i kinda left you hanging again. @oh-beyond but thats my thing. And i posted two parts in one day because...it was supposed to be one part....and it was 5k....and no.

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Your pov

There was, sitting in the chair to get his makeup done, eyes closed, leaning back. They were pushing his hair away from his face, setting it with hairspray. For makeup it wasn’t much more than your usual foundation and a bit of filling on his eyebrows. Those girls better not mess with his eyebrows, you though. They were good as they were. But he was here, in front of you. After not speaking for over 2 months. And you felt the shaking in your leg. Had he seen you yet? Maybe he had, but he couldn’t come up to you. His manager was here, and he’d get into trouble if they figured out. Or maybe they already did…and that’s why he stopped calling you. Anxiety settled in your stomach and you had to get out of the room for a second. “Nina?” you asked. “Would it be okay if I go to the toilet real quick before we start?” “Sure, he’s not done yet anyway. Come back quickly.” She said, and you put your Camera down on the table to try and walk out as calmly as possible.

You pushed open the doors to the bathroom, and walked to the sink, leaning over. “Fuck.” You whispered. It took everything in you to not run back out there and jump in his arms, to pull him close, listen to his heartbeat, kiss his lips. How were you going to get through this? Could you? Were you going to lose this job. There was a chance he wouldn’t even be able to contact you after this. That you’d see him here, takes his pictures, have to look at him for hours, and he wouldn’t be able to do anything. Not with all these people here. His job was on the line, and right now so was yours. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath. Its going to be okay. You told yourself, over and over and over. Till your heart stopped racing and you pushed back the anxiety. The door opened, and you didn’t look up, but you straightened your back so you’d at least look a little more composed. You should probably get back. Then, a familiar set of hands settled on your waist, a warm chest pressed itself against yours. And you didn’t need to do anything to know it was him. He pressed his soft lips against your jaw, pressing you against the sink. “Please tell me I’m not dreaming?” he asked. You shivered, and placed your hands over his. “No. You’re not.” “I missed you. Do you know how good you look?” he ran his nose up to your ear, and whispered against your ear. “I’d take you right here, if I could.” Another shiver, but you turned in his grip. “Xing, what happened?” you whispered. He sighed, leaning his forehead against yours. “They found out that Xiumin called an unknown number for over hours, and then saw the same number in Baekhyun’s factime account. They blocked the non-family or non-close friends from the phones. They got so close y/n.” His eyes were closed tightly, and he was still holding onto your hips, squeezing. “I tried, but there was no way without finding out. If it wasn’t Jongdae and Baekhyun who came up with some lame story about a bet to chat with a fan, they’d have figured out. They all got reprimanded, and I felt so bad.” And you did too, you didn’t mean to cause any of this. “I’m so sorry Xing, I just…I was so worried.” Softly, he pressed his lips to yours, and you felt the sticky moist feeling of his lipbalm. “It’s okay. They don’t blame you. If anything they blame Luhan for giving up the phone number. They understand your feelings. But they took away my second phone, I…I couldn’t find a way.” You nodded, and traced your fingers over his cheek. He opened his eyes, and they looked into yours, warm and familiar. “We’ll make it Xing.” “Y/n…” “You’re not going to do this Yixing, we had this conversation years ago. The answer is no, and it’ll stay no. There must be a way. We’ll find it. If the boys help, it’ll be okay.” You kissed him, softly too. “I love you.” “I love you too.” He said, and his voice cracked. He coughed to get it to leave. “We should go back, they’ll start wondering where we are. You go first. I’ll follow in a minute.” With a nod you stepped away from the warm circle of his arms, hand trailing up his arm till he was out of reach. He grabbed your wrist though, and held you there. “You’re going to be okay. You can do this. This is your dream. Just think of it as if it’s just us.” He winked and smiled, letting you go and you walked out of the door. You rushed back to the room, where most people were waiting. “You finally done?” Nina asked. Ouch? “I’m sorry.” “I told you to come back quickly.” “I…” you started. “Sorry.” Yixing said, strolling back into the room. “It’s my fault, I ran into her in the hallway, knocked her over. We got talking, I apologise for any delay.” Nina bowed to Lay. “It’s okay. If we can please get started. We want to get as many pictures as we can.” He nodded and moved over to the backdrop. They had changed it to white, and there was some white cube for him to it on. He looked good, wearing grey patterned pants and a green short sleeved blouse. With a smile he sat down, and your eyes fell on his shoes. What were those ugly slippers? You tried to sustain your laughter, and he saw, smiling and quirking an eyebrow. “Anything wrong?” Nina asked. You shook your head. “No sorry,” you grabbed your camera and walked over to the lights, positioning them in the way you wanted. The heavy weight of his gaze on you made your skin tingle and you tried your best to not get affected. Especially when you started to take pictures. As he leant on his knees. Hand gliding from his neck down to where he dropped it back in his lap. Touching his forehead, playing with an earring he wasn’t wearing. All the while he looked into the camera, dark gaze staring straight into your soul it seemed. Could he not for a second? You hadn’t touched him for over 4 months, you didn’t need this. It was good that he always smiled after a few shots, not being able to contain his laughter. But he always knew how to compose himself long enough for you to get a few more pictures. He kept up a little longer with the gazing than he normally did in photoshoots, and you knew it was because it was you. He changed outfits, first to something with a lot of dotted prints and deep dark colours. Again with some stupid loafers that made you want to make fun of him. But you played it off and went on. Nina switched out with you to take some pictures too. She’s checked your first set of pictures, and said they looked good. You felt proud. It was easy, because this was Yixing. The person who knew you better than anyone, he was comfortable around you. You wondered if all the other people you photograph in the future will be this calm and easygoing. For this one, you asked him to not look at the camera, just somewhere off to the side so you could capture his side profile. The third outfit was even worse. Some weird white jacket with green flowers, a piece of cloth for a scarf and just wow. His Lose Control photoshoot did the clothes so much better. You would’ve asked him to take the ugly jacket off, but you couldn’t because you weren’t in charge of clothes. So you went with it. He was smiling, a little and joked with the girl who came in a redid his hair. Then he suddenly stared at the camera, and stepped closer, closer, closer. Till he was looking at you and he laughed, reaching over to grab your glasses from your nose. “Uhh Lay?” you stuttered. Nina saw, and she walked over. The stylists protested when he put the glasses on his nose. “Wait.” Nina said. “I actually like it, keep them on.” She filmed some of the shoot while you were taking pictures. He sat back down, his hands hanging down between his legs. Dropping his chin a little, a frown set on his forehead and he slowly sunk his teeth into his bottom lip. Not removing his gaze from the camera at all. You felt your knees shake for a second. What was he even doing? And then he laughed, face breaking into a smile and letting out a soft chuckle while he covered his mouth with his hand. “I’m sorry.” He said, and fanned his face. “Sorry.” And he went back to looking at the camera, changing the angle of his head, moving his hands freely still. You got a break after the third outfit, and Yixing was set back in the chair to change his hair. With a frown you watched the woman take out gel, and muss up his hair, pushing it back. Ruffling till it looked messed up and a little wet. Now he was wearing blue blue jeans with some sort of embroidered flower design on them, tears in the fabric. The shirt was of the same colour, with a similar design on it. Nina was the first to take the pictures for this one, and you watched her do it, instead of focussing on your boyfriends gazing and touching. She was a professional, you were here to learn from her. The way she shifted the camera comfortably and moved around him. He followed the camera, looking straight at it. He didn’t need much directions, to do what he needed to do. And you realised that the perfection of a photoshoot also greatly depended on the models skills. A skilled professional could make anyone look good, but it would look the best if they worked with you comfortably and easily. “Y/n, do you want to take some last pictures?” she asked, and came over to you. You nodded eagerly, wanting to get everything out of this. Especially since you’d be able to save all these pictures to your laptop. Finally a right excuse to have them. She turned to Lay. “We have a last request from the magazine Lay. Would you mind unbuttoning your shirt?” What? Your eyes almost fell out of their sockets. Oh no, why. Was she serious? She definitely didn’t look like she was joking as she checked her clipboard. You watched your boyfriend nod, and your eyes briefly flickered over to his manager, who was checking something on his phone in the corner of the room. Yixing reached for the snap buttons, and undid them one by one. You got an idea, and you went with it. Snapping pictures of him quickly why he was still unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes glanced up when he noticed what you were doing, and he cocked an eyebrow while he kept going on down till they were all undone. His hands gripped the material, and held it open to reveal his toned torso, and the little bit of hair that ran up his lower abdomen. You felt the blush creep up your neck and you tried to get it away by thinking of other random things. Then he bit his lips and you just about were ready to leave the room. Was he in his right mind? You wanted to touch him, kiss him, feel him against you. So so bad. “I have an idea.” Nina said again and she walked out of the room. You lowered the camera and before anyone behind you could notice shot Yixing a glare. And he smiled innocently, he was too cute. Too easily switched from down right fucker to your cute boyfriend that cuddled with a sheep stuffy. She returned with a wet washcloth. Oh definitely not. You were done with this. Why, this. While you tried to cover up your flushed face with a frown, she stepped over to Lay and ran a wet hand through his hair, messing it up further. And then she pressed the cloth against his chest. His skin shone in the light, and you just…. “Okay let’s see what this gives.” You lifted your camera and captured the way the water droplets ran down his chest. As he settled his hands on his hips, pushing the shirt further from his chest. The elastic band of his underwear peaked out above his jeans perfectly and you just tried your hardest to sustain yourself. “Okay, I think that’s a wrap.” Nina suddenly called. “Everything is looking good.” Yixing bowed, twice and went to change, giving you a short glance. Eyes quickly going up and down your body. The fucker. You put your camera down and went to change the lens back to the normal one. Putting the other one in the bad. “Hey, y/n. You did a great job. Especially with a big idol like Lay. But he’s easy to work with luckily. Did you enjoy yourself?” If only she knew… “Yes it was great, thank you for this opportunity.” “You were a lot more professional than I thought you’d be, especially after you went to the bathroom. I thought you were going to have a nervous breakdown or something.” She opened her laptop. “Can you give me your camera card, so I can transfer the pictures?” You nodded and took the card out of your camera and put it in her hand. She opened the pictures on her laptop, and scrolled through them. “They’re looking really good. You have an eye for this.” A familiar presence was behind you, and you his your smile. “Do they look okay?” Yixing asked from behind you, looking over your shoulder. Nina nodded. “They’re prefect. I think we really did discover some talent with y/n here. She’s our new intern.” She said, facing Yixing. He looked at you. “Well I couldn’t tell, she’s good for sure.” He bowed to you and he bowed back. Now he was wearing the sweater he wore when he came in, sneakers on his feet instead of ridiculous sandals. Behind the makeup was your XingXing, a soft smile playing on his lips and displaying his dimple. “Thank you.” You said. “Thank you.” He replied and left with his manager. Nina scrolled through your pictures again and copied them. “Well, lets say that I’ll definitely be keeping you here during your internship y/n. I will email you about the pictures we’ll use. Here.” She handed you back your card. “Thank you so much. This is a dream come true, you have no idea.” She laughed. “Not many people come here the way you do. Be proud of yourself, don’t thank me.” You bowed again and went to your bag. Within minutes you were on the train back home and scrolled through the pictures on your camera. Smiling to widely it hurt. They looked good, he looked good. But thats the benefit of taking pictures of something you know inside and out. You know all his good angles. Lets just hope you’ll be able to keep up this level. What a sad thing it would be to reach your peak on your first shoot. Something small and shiny was in your bag, and you took it out. You hadn’t seen this before, it was a keycard. A hotel keycard. A small note was attached to it.

Room 2490, Marriott hotel.

Your Xing.

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