this fake stuff is so annoying

"The Types Based on my Experience" - an ENFP

INTJ
- Has too many extra curricular
- Low- key brags about achievements
- Will and won’t hesitate to roast someone.
- They type of person to read during lunch
- Books.
- Just a little bit clingy, but in the best way
- “Let me sleep— I only slept an hour last night.”


INTP
- Talks to them-self sometimes
- Likes to make random google searchers
- Master at BSing
- Why do they know so much about obscure concepts and theories?
- My random facts buddy
- “Have you heard of cerebropathy?”

ENTJ
- Tries to control me (for the greater good I guess)
- Great at logic puzzles
- If there was an apocalypse— I would want to paired with them.
- Seems like they got their life together
- A bit of a neat freak
- Will not deal with your shit, but will still help you?
- “I need more coffee to deal with all of you people.”

ENTP
-FITE ME
- Is super intimidating at first glance
- Secretly a softy
- will not hesitate to start a debate
- loves politics
- If you tell them a fact they ask where you got it
- Likes to read Edgar Allen Poe and romance novels
- “ Are you sure? Where did you read that?”

INFJ
- Nice friend
- Poker face
- Everyone thinks that they have chill
- has no chill
- Loves cats and babies
- Great listener
- Has too many feelings and bottles them up
- “OMG!!! I LOVE MUGS!!! I LOVE PURPLE!!!! LOOK AT THIS ITS A PURPLE MUG!!!!”

INFP
- Easily flustered
- Will hate you and you will never know
- Once you know them— they’ll argue with you about their opinions.
- Anime nerd
- Wears over-sized glasses
- Gestures a lot when talking
- Roasts me about everything
- Has an unhealthy obsession for cats
- Self deprecation 101
- “ I don’t know what your tal- *gestures and hits someone with arm*- OMG!!! I am so sorry.”

ENFJ
- Identity crisis all day everyday
- Likes to do power poses
- Will do random acts of kindness
- Knits
- Soft
- Really imaginative
- Will do stupid stuff to make a sad friend happy again
- You can’t not like them
- “A toast to spongebob and Bob Marley.”

ENFP (not me— another ENFP)
- Loves to art
- Procrastinates kinda(?). It just takes them a long time to do their work
- Is very smol
- Low-key manipulative
- Great at fake accents
- Has the voice of an angel
- Awesome dancer
- “ Oh look, it’s a birb. *makes chicken noises*”

ISTJ
- Is in all my advanced classes
- Gets annoyed with me really easily
- Likes to bake
- Has ten sources to back up one fact
- Will binge watch Crash Course
- Secretly loves bird memes
- Determined
- “Baking is a science. It isn’t just measuring and mixing— it’s watching the chemical re- *rants about for ten minutes*”

ISFJ
- Literally a cinnamon roll
- Are too caring
- Seriously they are going to get hurt one day
- Mom friend
- When they get mad everyone freaks out
- Will fight you if you hurt their loved one
- “Are you okay? Do you need a band- aid? I have a first aid kit in my backpack.”


ESTJ
- Law and order
- Is practically the teacher
- Strong moral base
- Does not tolerate lying
- Can see your soul
- Loves dark chocolate and hot chocolate
- Eats the same thing for lunch everyday
- Will lay down the law
- “I just told them to kindly leave me alone because their fake personalities were annoying me.”

ESFJ
- Will appear out of no-where
- Social Butterfly
- EVERYONE knows them
- Loves to sing, but is sadly tone deaf
- Can do really intricate pranks and succeed
- Teachers pet, but not nerdy in any way
- “Hi! My name’s ESTJ. What’s your weight— I mean, name?”

ISTP
- Loves workshop
- Is great at video games
- Everyone thinks they listen to punk rock, but they actually listen to Country music
- Can be bossy
- Likes to wear flannel
- Is really chill
- “I had one job, to finish my homework. Did I do it? Nope.”

ISFP
- Can’t art
- Can write like there is not tomorrow
- Can also play piano really well, but they never took lessons
- Have eyes filled with wonder
- Great at makeup
- Has good fashion sense
- Thinks shoes are a social construct.
- They have a bucket list written
- Has great stories
- “I once went to an upscale hotel and hijacked the penthouse level with my friends.”

ESTP
- Loves to play pranks and do stupid stuff
- Is flexible af
- Laughs weirdly
- Has the best ideas
- Smart, but really lazy
- p r o c r a s t i n a t i o n
- “Move I’m gay.”

ESFP
- Acts like they had five cups of coffee
- Really likes unicorns
- Is a theatre kid
- Wait for it…. they never stop quoting Hamilton
- Great at lying
- Really, really funny
- Loves everything smol
- Everyone loves them
- “Bill Nye the science guy– history has its eyeesss ON YOOOOUUUUUU.”

dos and donts to say/do with a cashier

DONT ❌❌❌ put in/swipe your card when the car reader machine doesnt say you can. some stores the cashier needs to hit certain buttons for it to accept your card, some places you can just put it in while you are still being checked out. it matters. please read the card reader. you look really stupid when you could literally, just read.

DONT ❌❌❌ take out your card out until the machine beeps or tells you too. wait.

DONT ❌❌❌ leave it in to long!!! if it keeps beeping at you, it wants you to take it out. do it. dont let it beep and bunch of times, the noise is ugly.

DONT ❌❌❌ put your coins on the counter. i personally dont mind when you are putting bills down, but its really rude for me to have to pick them up from the counter when you could of put it in my hand

DONT ❌❌❌ leave without taking ur receipt. we dont want it. and we usually might ask a question such as ur number for returns before we give it! just take it. some places get in trouble for not giving receipts.

DONT ❌❌❌ tell me how to do my job. dont.

DONT ❌❌❌ think that when a mistake happens that its the cashier. most of the time, the customer did something wrong.

DONT ❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌ BE. RUDE. TO. US. AT. ALL.

DO ✔️✔️✔️ pay attention to me. you dont know how many times i have to re ask questions because a customer wasnt paying attention to me in the check out

DO ✔️✔️✔️ read. the card reader wants you to sign, please do it instead of just standing there

DO ✔️✔️✔️ READ WHEN IT COMES TO THE CARD READER IN GENERAL. IF IT SAYS “HIT THE GREEN O” FOR CREDIT. THATS WHAT IT MEANS. READ. JUST READ.

DO ✔️✔️✔️ give me your number when i ask for it. some stores like mine, we ask for numbers just so we can look it up when you return it. when you say no i have to put in a fake number. just give your number, we wont call you.

DO ✔️✔️✔️ have your card out!!! why would you stand there and not have it out by the time we

DO ✔️✔️✔️ understand that we are human! we make mistakes! be understanding. the register has tons of different buttons, settings, and systems that it can be confusing or annoying when we hit the wrong thing. mistakes happen

DO ✔️✔️✔️ be patient. if you have a lot of stuff, it might take a while to bag it, especially if its weirdly shaped

feel free to reblog or add if you are a cashier urself

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I’ll wait, however long it takes.

Vegas

Vegas | Tease | Oops | D | Game | Mistake

Note: Whoo! Two days in a row, go me. I think I’ve got my mojo back.

Requests:  

  1. fluff. daveed. this is all i ask for. maybe a little smut?😏😏
  2. dom daveed SMuT pLS
  3. Diggs + smut = my request
  4. PLSPLSPLS MORE DAVEED SMUT IAM A TH I RST Y BITCH JAHJ
  5. Daveed x reader where reader claims that she always has to fake orgasms when she’s with a guy and he says that he can change that and it ends it smuttttt

Word Count: 2711

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: SMUT and lots of it

“So a guy’s never made you come before?” Oak asked with his jaw hanging a bit open.

“Nope,” you said nonchalantly while scrolling through your Twitter mentions.

It was intermission of the second show of the day and you, Oak, Anthony, and Jasmine were all hanging out in Oak’s dressing room, talking about random topics. Now, the topic seemed to be focused on you because you had accidentally let the fact that you had never had a real orgasm during sex slip into the conversation.

“Ever?” Anthony pressed in disbelief, somehow not believing you.

“Never ever.” You confirmed, looking up to see all three pairs of eyes on you. “What?”

“Do you tell them what they’re doing wrong?” Jazzy asked.

“With the first couple of guys, yeah, but after a while, I just stopped because it wasn’t working anyway. I didn’t want to make them feel bad about themselves, so I just started faking orgasms every time. I just finish myself off after they go to clean up or something.” You shrugged.

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Why Don’t You Love Me? (Cole Sprouse x Reader)

Summary: (Based off beyonce- why don’t you love me) You and Cole have been dating for a long time, and he’s starting to be distant, and cold towards you. Will you be able to fix your relationship? (ooooh bitchhhh that summary was all formal and shit..no?… okay, i’ll go home) I might make a part 2. Idk. It depends on what you guys want.

Also, about tags. I got an anonymous comment about me tagging things that didn’t have correlation to what it was about. Yes, I do that, but it’s because I’m a multifandom blog, and I want people to know that. I will automatically tag what I have written about in the past. I tag what my blog is about, and I don’t see much of a problem in it. It’s my blog, so I will do whatever I want with it :) xx


I was sitting at home, waiting for Cole to get back from working on the set of Riverdale. Lately, we haven’t been in the best of state, but I’m trying. He’s my everything, and I would hate to lose him. I don’t know what has been happening, but he really just acts different towards me now. When we’re with his friends, he’s laughing and smiling. When he’s with me, he’s just never wanting to talk to me, and is just rude sometimes. 

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Imagine if you will, Gav’s our favorite hacking frontman-ing gremlin, strapped to a chair at the mercy of a rival crew going, 100% seriously. “YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO ME, SELL MY ORGANS ON THE BLACK MARKET, LIGHT THE PENTHOUSE ON FIRE, TRASH MY ROOM, BEAT UP MY FRIENDS, I’LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING JUST DON’T HURT MY LAPTOP. DON’T HURT HER, SHE’S NEVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG, SHE’S SO GOOD AND SHE PROCESSES STUFF SO FAST AND SHE HACKS INTO STUFF REALLY WELL AND I LOVE HER, KILL ME INSTEAD JUST BE GOOD TO HER, SHE DESERVES SO MUCH.” and Geoff is trying to rub his throbbing temples with bound hands because this is shaping up to be the third time this month Gavin’s blown trade secrets for his fucking computer. Doesn’t matter if he weaseled his way out of captivity and killed them rival motherfuckers before any of that sensitive information got out, its still annoying.

“No,” Leonard tells Jim. Short and sweet, and that’s how he ends the conversation. Jim isn’t done yet, though. Bones is working in his office, probably filling in all that paperwork he has to do. Jim sits down on his desk, taking his PADD away. “Please, Bones. This is Sam we’re talking about.” “You want to go to your brother’s wedding and lie about a relationship? That’s horrible,” Bones says, “you’re a horrible person.” “Please,” Jim repeats, “my brother is always better at relationship stuff. I want to one-up him this time.” “You want to one-up him on his wedding. Again, you’re a horrible person, I don’t know why we’re friends. And we’re definitely not fake dating.” “I’ll give you a week extra off. You can skip all the pre-departure preliminaries.” Bones takes a deep breath, and he clenches his jaws in the way he does when he’s annoyed; something Jim finds both infuriating and incredibly attractive. “Fine,” Bones finally says, “I’ll be your dumb boyfriend.”

Bones looks so good; a dark blue suit and a black tie; Starfleet insignia pinned to his chest. Jim reaches out to touch it, grinning when the other rolls his eyes. "Can we go inside or what?” Bones asks, nodding towards the doors to the reception hall, and Jim nods. “Can you at least try and pretend to be happy to be with me?” Jim asks, “I really need tonight to work.” “Did I mention you’re a terrible person?" “All the time,” Jim says, and Bones huffs. “Okay, let’s go inside.”

It’s like the flip of a switch the moment they get inside. Bones’ arm is around Jim’s waist and he’s smiling. He’s greeting Jim’s family members and he’s laughing at bad jokes and, surprisingly, he doesn’t drink a lot. Jim’s surprised, pleasantly so, at this stranger on his arm. "James!” Winona said, cupping Jim’s cheeks and kissing his forehead like she always does. “Mom,” Jim said, catching Leonard smirking from the corner of his eyes. “Mom,” Jim continues, “this is-” “I know who this is,” his mother says, “I knew the two of you would eventually get together. You should’ve told me sooner, though.” “You… what?” Jim asks. “Well, obviously the two of you are dating. You’ve been “roommates” since the Academy,” she says, and Leonard smiles. “I can’t believe you didn’t even tell your mother about us, Jim, oh my God,” he says, and Jim feels terribly lost. 

Leonard tells Jim’s family about their incredibly romantic dates they went on, made up out of thin air. He kisses Jim’s cheek before he leaves to grab another drink. He’s constantly reaching out for Jim’s hand, or his arm, or his waist, anything. And he doesn’t even hesitate when Jim pulls him to the dance floor.  “What is all this?” Jim asks, sliding his arms around Bones’ shoulders, “I’ve never seen this side of you.” “Well, you know, countless years pretending to like my in-laws, I can do this,” Bones says, and Jim laughs. “What about that date we were describing? Stargazing at the Golden Gate Bridge? What secret romantic is hiding inside that grumpy exterior?” “Nothing secret about it, you literally call me Mr. Sensitive all the time,” Bones points out, and Jim nods. “That’s fair,” Jim says, and he smiles fondly at the other. Being this close to Bones, he finds himself thinking about kissing him. But they haven’t yet, other than cheeks, and this is different. Jim catches himself having feelings, and Bones looks so good. The other pulls away before Jim can do anything regrettable and impulsive, though, and with a conflicted mind, Jim watches him leave.

“Hey,” Sam says as he approaches Jim, and Jim smiles. “If it isn’t the groom. Congratulations,” he says, patting Sam’s shoulder, and then he pulls him into a quick hug. “You too,” Sam says, and Jim raises an eyebrow. “Huh?” “You and your doctor,” Sam says, “I gotta admit, I thought you were going to get an escort just to get back at me for being better at relationships than you.” “What? I would never do that,” Jim says, grinning stupidly. “I can tell. You look more in love with Leonard than I’m with my wife, and her and I are a for-life deal.” “Ha, yeah,” Jim says, and then: “wait, what?” "I see the looks you two give each other,” Sam says, nudging Jim’s shoulder, “that’s how you know it’s for real.” Jim glances in Bones’ direction, who’s speaking with Jim’s mother, and when he catches Jim looking, he smiles lightly before turning back to the conversation with Winona. 

Jim promises he’s going to help clean up afterwards. He walks Bones outside, only letting go of his hand once they were out of sight from most family members. “Thank you for this,” Jim says quietly, and Bones shrugs. “It’s okay, I had fun,” he says, “you know that if you’re going to clean up, I can help.” “You’ve helped enough,” Jim replies. He hesitates, and then adds: “You’re really good at pretending.” “Huh?” “You said you did this all the time, pretending to like your in-laws. It’s really convincing. Even had me fooled,” Jim explains, running a hand through his hair. “It helps that it’s not all pretend,” Bones replies, and Jim frowns. He studies the look in Bones’ eyes, but he detects no annoyance or anger. No lies; instead, he smiles, possibly slightly intoxicated, and so Jim smiles, too. “Maybe we don’t have to play pretend,” Jim says, “we could just actually date.” Bones laughs, and Jim feels the doctor’s hands on his shoulders. “If this was your elaborate plan to get me to date you, you should know, it’s ridiculous, and complicated. But, I guess, it did work,” he says, and Jim grins. He reaches out, pulling Bones in closer, and he kisses him. Really kisses him, not just on his cheek.

“Jim,” Jim’s mother says, so suddenly that it startles Jim, and he pulls away from Bones. “Jim,” she repeats with a sigh, though it’s clear she’s hiding a smile, “are you going to come inside to help or are you going to keep making out with McCoy over here?” “I’m coming,” Jim says. “I’ll help,” Bones offers. “Mom, I’m dating this guy,” Jim announces as he walks inside next to her, and Winona laughs. “I know, Jim, you couldn’t shut up about it all day.”

Notice Me [Chapter 1]

Request from @kaepop-trash that has inspired me to write yet another Mark, or should I say Markson-ish series. Hope you like it! kaepop-trash asked: Could I request an imagine where you and Mark don’t get along at all but then one day get stuck together somewhere and the tension sort of takes over?”

Originally posted by oompa-oppa

Series Genre: AU/Smut/Fluff/Slight Angst at times

A/N: Series will switch from 3rd party narrator to Y/N POV in certain chapters


“Move Tuan! You walk so slow” you said, lightly shoving Mark out of the way.

“Aw come on, Y/N I know you think I’m cute. Why can’t you just be nice to me?” he said playfully, winking at you.

You rolled your eyes. He was always fake flirting with you just to get under your skin.

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BTS Reaction to You Almost Blacking Out After A Fight

Jin
You two had been arguing, it was something stupid too, at this point, you two had been butting heads for so long over whatever it was this time, that he couldn’t even remember what you had gotten upset about anyways. All of a sudden while he was in the middle of calling you out on something he noticed you holding your head, and squinting your eyes shut. He immediately felt his motherly tendencies kick in, and he wanted to ask what was wrong, but he was so blinded by his frustration that he thought you were acting. “Yah! You really think that’s going to work on me?! How stupid do you think I am?!” he yelled. It wasn’t until he saw the color drain from your face, and watched your knees give out that he realized you most definitely were not faking it. He would feel EXTREMELY guilty for not acting sooner, and would apologize profusely for the rest of the night and probably into the next day.

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

Suga
You two had had this argument more times than you could count on both hands. You had always expressed your concern for Yoongi’s habit of staying up until the early hours of the morning to work on stuff, and he would always get annoyed whenever you brought it up. He had had an extremely stressful day, and nothing he had come up with sounded the way he wanted, and he was irritated, so when he walked into your shared apartment and was greeted by you berating him with questions, he snapped. Things escalated from there until you both were in a full blown argument. However with you now being sleep deprived from staying up to wait for him, the force you were exuding to match his level of volume was taking a toll on  your energy levels, and you started seeing spots. Before you knew what hit you, you were on the floor of your apartment, with your stubborn boyfriend kneeling next to you concerned. “Yah, you’re always worried about me being out late, but you’re making yourself sick by waiting for me…” He’d say. He would then pick you up and carry you to bed silently, and stroke your hair as you fell asleep.

Originally posted by syubangel

J-Hope
You two rarely fought, and you rarely ever got nasty with each other, but Hoseok had thought it would be funny to come up behind you and startle you…however he didn’t realize that you were holding a glass, and that you were still putting away the dishes. When he startled you, you dropped the glass and it shattered, and you got irritated, because those glasses were expensive, and you started yelling at him. He defended himself and pointed out that he didn’t know you were doing the dishes and that he was sorry, but you were seeing red, and weren’t having it. Eventually you began to feel lightheaded and started losing your balance, and you gripped the counter to steady yourself. “Woah y/n..are you okay?” Hoseok asked now very concerned. You explained how you felt lightheaded all of a sudden, and he picked you up and carried you over to the couch so you could rest. He would be like  a kicked puppy, and blame himself, because if he hadn’t had decided to scare you, none of this would’ve ever happened.

Originally posted by jjeonguk

Rap Monster
You had been out with friends at dinner, and the time had gotten away from you, and on top of it being really late, you had forgotten to text Namjoon that you were on your way home. So when you walked into your apartment and was greeted by your boyfriend yelling at you about how worried sick he had been that he didn’t know if you were okay, it made your head spin. You fired back that it had only been a few hours later than what you had promised, and that you had simply forgotten to text him, but he wasn’t going to let up that easy. As he continued to berate you for how worried you had him, your head started to spin, and you groaned in pain as you clutched your head, suddenly feeling an intense migraine coming on. His expression would drop instantly and he’d instantly be at your side concerned, “Y/n?…What’s wrong are you hurt?” he asked. “My head…” you managed to groan out before your knees gave out from underneath you. He would feel beyond concerned, and would take you to the hospital, holding your hand the entire way there, gently kissing the back of your hand every so often to comfort you.

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

Jimin
He had been scheduled for an extra dance practice at the last minute, and he had forgotten to tell you, so when he walked into your shared apartment and was greeted by you raising your voice at him, questioning where he had been, his frustration from his lack of sleep got the best of him. He retaliated saying that he had another rehearsal, and didn’t have time to grab his phone and let you know before it started, but you weren’t giving up. Eventually he noticed your voice lowering, and saw you sway on your feet. He knew something was wrong, so when he heard you groan and furrow your eyebrows in discomfort, he set his emotions and frustrations aside to aid you. “Jimin…I…I can’t see…my…my head hurts…” you groaned as you clutched your head in pain. He would gently lead you to bed and give you some water and Advil to help ease the pain, but he would feel guilty for potentially causing this stress-induced reaction.

Originally posted by sosjimin

V
You two almost never fought, and whenever you did, it was over the dumbest things. But you had had a rough day at work, and you knew Tae had the day off today, so you had asked him to do the dishes and clean up the kitchen while you were at work. So when you came home and found the kitchen a mess still, and dishes still dirty in the sink, you felt your anger flare up. You found him in your living room watching something on the T.V, you stormed over and shut it off and asked him what he had done all day, which caused him to flinch at your tone. You continued to go off on him about how you had only asked him to do two simple things, and that you had had an extremely stressful day, when all of a sudden you started feeling faint. You stumbled and your knees buckled, and he was instantly by your side holding you up, “Y/n are you alright?” he would ask. You held your head and shook it, confused as to why you suddenly felt so awful. He would lay you down on the couch and go brew you some tea, apologizing profusely for not doing what you had asked him.

Originally posted by toughchim

Jungkook
Your co-workers had been making things hard on you today, and you had a pounding migraine, and you just wanted to take a bath and crawl into bed. But the universe had other plans for you when you opened the door to your apartment and was greeted by your boyfriend yelling about how you forgot to turn off the stove before you left for work this morning, and that if he hadn’t been home the whole apartment could’ve caught fire. You tried to apologize and brush him off, attempting to walk past him to get to the bathroom so you could take the bath you wanted, but he had grabbed your wrist and was still going on about how irresponsible it was that you didn’t check the stove before you left. You felt your heartbeat ringing in your ears, and the room started spinning, and the next thing you knew, you were on the floor with Jungkook looming over you extremely concerned, “Oh my god, y/n are you alright?! I didn’t mean it! I’m sorry! We need to go to the hospital now!” he would call frantically as he picked you up and sprinted out of your apartment.

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

The truth can’t hurt us now

Summary: “Fortunately, he is the master of hiding his true feelings somewhere deep, which makes him the reigning champion of pretending that he is not in love with Simon Lewis.”

Simon asks Jace to be his fake boyfriend for a family dinner. Jace suffers.

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I was standing at the end of my register talking with the other cashiers when this old man comes up to us and says in a rude tone and with a straight face, “Do you work here or do you just stand around all day?”
The other two cashiers fake laughed but I was already over it, so I just looked at him with an annoyed look on my face. He kept talking saying, “I’m a busy man, I have stuff to do. I can’t just stand around all day.” Again, other cashiers fake laugh at his “jokes” while I keep a straight face. He leaves for a few minutes and then comes back to, of course, my register:

Me: “Are you ready?”

Customer: *loudly and aggressively interrupting me* “Do you want something to do??!?”

I turned around without a word because this guy was pissing me off and went to my register. He hadn’t followed me but I didn’t realize it until I got to my register so I looked at him and he yelled, “DO YOU SPEAK???!!”

Me: *annoyed* “I asked you if you were ready.”

Customer: “Oh, so you DO speak.”

Uuuuuggghhhh why are old people like this

You all see this fake woke blogger post stuff about police, war, racism, or whatever but they vote for Democrats, shills for socialist totalitarian regimes , and then they attack Ron Paul, or anyone who brings up that the American government having too power is the problem instead of the power being the right hands. So annoying because they label Ron Paul as the fascist when he has been fighting the very people these woke people hate all his life!!!!

Tyler Joseph Imagine Pt. 1

TYLER’S POV

*present time*

Tyler was slouched on the couch watching reruns on TV, when he got the text message that would inevitably ruin his entire Christmas.

Correction. Tyler was slouched on the couch watching reruns on TV, when he got the text message that would inevitably ruin his entire life.

He glanced up to look at his phone laying on the coffee table, and saw that the text was from his brother, Jay.  He decided it was worth answering. He scooted forward before reaching out to grab hold of it.

“Just heard from mom. She’ll probably call you soon. Change of Christmas plans, Zack and Tatum are flying in after all, which means Madison and Will changed their minds too.  Get together at home, gonna be all of us this year!”

Tyler smiles to himself, excited to hear about his entire family being together for the holidays for the first time in so long.  

An additional text came in as he read the first.

We all can’t wait to meet Y/N ;)

Tyler swallowed and read over the last text again before tossing his phone away from him, a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“Shit,” he mutters to himself, running his hands over his face. Fuck fuck fuck. He was completely fucked.

His phone lit up once more from it’s new place on the floor. This time it was his mother calling, so he bent over to retrieve it with a sigh.

“Hello?” He answers dully.  Tyler only half listens to his mom as she filled him in on the new Christmas plans with more detail.  She’s so excited about everyone being able to make it home, and Tyler makes low humming sounds to make it appear like he’s paying attention, all the while internally freaking out over the fact that his family wanted to meet his girlfriend. His fake girlfriend. Who he’d been lying to his family about for months.

He was so, so fucked.

*three months prior*

It wasn’t the best idea Tyler’s ever had, but he was desperate and impulsive.  He’d been home all of one hour and his family was already driving him crazy.  When Madison wrapped her arm’s around Will and asked why Tyler was single for the millionth time that day, he thought he was going to lose his mind.  

“Listen Ty,” she says. It was broad daylight in the suburbs of Columbus. His mom sat in a lawn chair reading a book and Tyler, Jay, Madison, and Will were all absentmindedly shooting hoops.  “I know you’ve said you want us to lay off on the whole girlfriend thing, but Sarah has a new roommate and she’s so—”

“No,” Tyler cuts her off as soon as he could tell where this conversation was going.

“Tyler,” Madison whines, passing him the ball. “C’mon, we’re just trying to do what’s best for you. You haven’t dated anyone in so long. Mom’s really worried that you’re getting depressed.”

Tyler rolls his eyes. He wasn’t the fucking 40 year-old-virgin.  He has just turned twenty-eight for Christ’s sake, and he was fine being by himself. He finally had a job that he enjoyed and he lived in a nice apartment in the city.  He was on top of the world.  He didn’t need a girlfriend.  

He knew his family though, and they wouldn’t be satisfied until he was in a happy, committed relationship with someone, ready to settle down with a nice girl, have two kids, and a white picket fence.  He scoffed at the thought.

“Actually,” he said to Madison, a light bulb suddenly going off in his head. “You don’t have to worry. I’ve uh- I’ve kind of met someone.  Started seeing someone, I mean.”

Jay grabs the basketball away from Tyler’s chest, “No way!” he says in disbelief.

Tyler frowns at his initial reaction, but nods, quite pleased with himself for coming up with this one.  It’s not like his family would ever have to know either way.  After this weekend he’d head home and this would get them off his back throughout the upcoming holidays.  And then all could be forgotten. Flawless. Foolproof.  Clever as all hell.

“What’s her name?” Madison asks, tilting her head to the side with a smirk. She clearly didn’t believe him in the slightest.

Tyler didn’t think that far.

“Um,” he hesitated, eyes darting across the street where he saw their neighbor walking the dog.  

“Y/N,” he says, the same name as the neighbor.  

“Really?” Madison says.

Tyler nods again, brain working fast.  He thinks of the only other person he knew with that name and blurts out “Y/L/N.”

Hey, if he was going to have a fake girlfriend it might as well be someone he knew. That way he wouldn’t have to keep making stuff up, he could be truthful.

“And she’s real?” Madison asks, skeptical.

“Of course she’s real,” Tyler says, crossing his arms over his chest.  He was getting annoyed now. Why was it so hard for his family to believe that he could actually be dating someone? Honestly, fuck them for thinking he would be forever single. 

Madison nods and while still seeming suspicious, she didn’t press the issue any longer.  Instead, she starts asking questions about her, and Tyler finds himself telling this elaborate story about himself and Y/N like it’s actually real.  He was convincing, if he did say so himself.

Neither Madison or Jay could even tell from his stories that Tyler and Y/N actually hated each other.

*six months prior*

It all started with a parking space.

No. Actually, it all started with Y/N being an entitled, self-centered, brat. But for the sake of Tyler’s sanity, it started with a parking space.

Tyler was new in town.  After living in the suburbs of Columbus his entire life, at twenty seven, he decided it was time for a change.  He took a job in Chicago as a marketing consultant.

It was July and Tyler had been in town for forty eight minutes. After grabbing a bagel at a shop down the road, Tyler, with the help of Josh, was ready to move into his new apartment.

“I can’t believe how far away you’re going to be,” Josh whines.  

“I know, man,” Tyler says. “We can still see each other on weekends though, it’s drive-able.”

Josh nods somberly.

“Or you could look for a job here,” Tyler suggests.  He’d been thinking it for a while.  I mean, how cool would it be to share an apartment with his best friend in the city?

Josh just shrugs, “Not much for a guy like me out here,” Josh chuckles.

“A guy like you? What are you even talking about?”  

“How many mills do you see?” he shakes his head laughing, “Not all of us have that fancy education, Joseph.”

Tyler sighs as he pulls into the parking lot of his apartment.  The lot is completely full and Tyler looks around baffled, “Fuck, where are we gonna park?” he says.  

“There—“ Josh says, pointing to the sole open spot.

But just as Tyler turns his blinker on, a car comes out of nowhere and fills up the spot.

Tyler stares in disbelief, “What the hell!”

He rolls his window down as he sees the driver getting out.

“Excuse me!” he calls.

The driver looks up and meets Tyler’s eyes.  She runs her fingers through her hair before slamming her door and walking over.  

“What?” she asks.

“You’re uh- in my spot,” Tyler says simply, trying to keep a pleasant look on his face.  “I was going to park there.”

“They’re not reserved,” she says, already sounding annoyed.

“Well I know they’re not reserved, but I had my blinker on, you see—”

“Oh you had your blinker on!” she gasps, then she pretends to think intently, “Wait… I still don’t care.”

Tyler’s taken aback by her sarcasm, but tries to remain polite.  “I’m moving in, is all— I have all these heavy boxes, I really can’t park out back.”

“Well, I work at the art shop down the road and they just gave me a new painting,” she says, crossing her arms in front of her chest, “and it’s really bulky and heavy and I can’t park out back either.”

“Okay, you have one painting- but I have like ten boxes,” Tyler says, growing equally annoyed.

She huffs, a strand of her hair lifting and then falling back down on her face, “Not my problem.”

“What a warm welcoming,” Tyler sneers, glaring at her from the front seat.

She rolls her eyes, “This is Chicago, not Mayberry or wherever the hell you’re from.  Not everyone brings gift baskets to your front door when you move in.”

Josh snorts from the front seat and Tyler has to throw him a death glare for him to stop.

“Sorry-“ he says.

But by the time Tyler’s looking back, she’s already heading back to her car.  Tyler watches as she takes the painting out from her backseat before closing the door.

Tyler groans, “Can you believe that—“ he snarls before throwing his car back in gear and heading out back of the apartment.  

The lot in the back is practically abandoned.  But Tyler’s eyes light up when he sees a back entrance door that him and Josh might be able to get into.  He checks, and to his dismay, it’s locked.  

“Get her to open it,” Josh says, pointing up towards the window.

When Tyler looks, he sees the same girl climbing the stairs through the window.

“Hey!” they both call in unison.  They start waiving their arms and catch her attention.

She looks out the glass.

“Can you open this door?” Tyler yells and points, hoping she can understand.

Instead, she smirks sweetly before waving and walking off.

“Are you kidding me?” Tyler says angrily.

“Man—“ Josh laughs, “She really doesn’t like you…”

*present time*

“I’m screwed,” Tyler announced, dramatically collapsing onto the couch in front of Josh on Saturday night.

He’d woken up in a good mood after sleeping in, until he remembered his conversation with Jay the night before, and then his mood plummeted right into the floor. Madison called him around lunchtime to discuss Christmas, and he lied through his teeth, saying he couldn’t wait for them to meet Y/N.

After they hung up, he worked himself into a panic for the remainder of the afternoon and evening until Josh was knocking at the front door.

“You look alive to me,” Josh said, grabbing a glass from the cabinet and turning to the tap to fill it.

“I’m going to die,” Tyler corrected. He didn’t have time for technicalities.  

Josh ignored him, chugging down his water.

“Do you even care that I’m dying?” he asked loudly.

Josh rolled his eyes, but obliged him. “Why are you dying, Tyler?” He asked the question slowly, in the kind of tone one would use to talk to a very small, negligent, child.

“I don’t appreciate your tone, Josh,” Tyler said, “Ask me nicely.”

Josh cocks his head to the side and Tyler figures that’s as good as he’s going to get.

“I need Y/N to be my pretend girlfriend for Christmas,” Tyler announces.

“Uh,” Josh nearly drops his glass on the floor. “What?”

Tyler sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, and then decided to just go for it and tell Josh everything.

Josh listens, wide-eyed the entire time.

“Wait,” he says after a moment. “I thought you hated her.”

“I do hate her,” Tyler agrees, pleased that his hatred for Y/N was well known.

Josh shakes his head, “This city’s making you crazy, man.

Tyler ignored him and buried his face in the pillow on the couch. “I’m so screwed, Josh. Tell me what to do. Christmas is in eight days. ” He would be home in five.

“Uh, tell the truth?” Josh says. “You shouldn’t be lying to your family.”

Tyler was about to scoff and say something stupid about Josh not knowing anything when he speaks again.

“Or,” Josh says, leaning forward on the counter, “You could just ask her to pretend to be your girlfriend. She’s staying here for the holidays. Told me just now in the hallway on my way up when I asked if she had plans.”

Tyler stares, wide-eyed. “That is a fucking terrible idea.”

“It wouldn’t hurt to ask,” Josh finally says after he has time to stare at Tyler for a bit.

Tyler wanted to argue, because it absolutely could hurt to ask, but he decided to just leave it for now.

“What were you doing talking to her in the hallway anyway?” Tyler then asks, offended.  Betrayed.

“She’s not that bad, man,” Josh says, shaking his head. 

*six months prior*

On the same day that Tyler found out Y/N lived in his building, he found out she lived next door.   After hoisting ten boxes up two flights of stairs, Tyler huffed his way down the hallway for the final time that day.  Just as he was approaching his door, the one next to it jiggled and then opened.

It was her.

She’d cleaned up a bit, changed her clothes and put on some makeup.  Tyler would have noticed how beautiful she was if he wasn’t so busy glaring.  

She looks over at him after locking her door shut.

“You got a little sweat—“ she says, pointing towards his dripping forehead and smiling innocently.

He wipes it hastily before flinging his door open.  He wanted to scream.  

The night that Tyler decided that he really hated Y/N, was also the night he met Mark and Michael. It was a few weeks later and Josh was visiting since he had a long weekend.  Y/N was having a party. A really loud party. And it was driving Tyler crazy.

“It’s not that bad—“ Josh argues.  “You’re just pissed cause it’s her.”

“The walls are practically shaking!” Tyler yells in frustration.  

“Maybe we should go join, sounds like fun—“

Tyler rolls his eyes before grabbing his coat.

“Where are you going?” Josh asks.

“I forgot my charger in the car,” Tyler lies.  He really just needed some air.

He exits the apartment and heads outside.  He sits on the steps for a bit, drumming his fingers against his knees and inhaling the fresh air.

Finally, it got cold, and Tyler realized that he’d been outside well over the amount of time it takes to get a charger, so he heads back in, deciding to take the elevator up.

“Hold it!” someone calls.

Tyler sticks his hand in the door and holds open the door for two guys jogging his way.

“Thanks,” one says, “you heading to the party?” he asks.

Tyler looks his way and shakes his head, “Oh no, not me.”

“You live in the building then?”

Tyler nods, “Yeah.”

“I’m Mark-“ he holds out his hand.

Tyler takes it and smiles, he was surprised Y/N hung out with such polite people.

“Michael,” the other one introduces.

“So you guys are friends with Y/N?”

Michael nods. “Yeah, we go way back. You know her?”

Tyler shakes his head. “Just moved here a month ago. We aren’t friends. Just neighbors. I live next door.”

“Oh,” Mark says, eyes lighting up. “You’re Tyler! ”

Tyler gives them a questioning look… he didn’t know what that was supposed to mean, but he was wary about Y/N clearly talking about him with her friends.  

“Yeah,” he says.

“If you aren’t doing anything, you should come up,” Mark tells him as the doors open. “We’ll introduce you to some people since you’re still new in town, get your feet wet.”

Tyler wanted to do absolutely nothing that involved spending time with Y/N, but he liked the idea of hanging out with Mark and Michael. They seemed nice.

He shrugged, “I don’t know.”

“Y/N won’t mind,” Michael assured him. “She probably won’t even notice. She wasn’t even around when I left. And plus, I need a beer pong partner.”

“Yeah, okay,” he agrees, “But I have a friend over, can he come?”

“Course!” Mark says smiling.  “Come on over whenever.”

So, despite his better judgement, Tyler peaks his head in his apartment.  “Josh!” he calls.

Josh emerges from the living room and gives Tyler a weird look. “What?”

“Let’s go.”

They entered the apartment to dim lights and loud music. Tyler found that the apartment’s layout looked almost exactly like his, except unlike Tyler’s boring, dull apartment, Y/N had decorated with art all over the walls. He recognized the painting from the first day they met.  

Mark and Michael shook Josh’s hand before introducing them around to a few people as they made their way to the kitchen, where a game of beer pong was just beginning.  They stood off to the side and watched as Y/N and her partner, a guy with dark black hair and an accent, shouted in triumph as the guy tossed the ball into the first cup of the opposing team.

Y/N was wearing a black top and skinny jeans, but before Tyler could study her features, she was locking eyes with him.

“Tyler!”

A clearly inebriated Y/N, stumbled over to him with a drink in her hand.

“What are you doing here?” She slurred, holding onto Mark to keep balance. “Did I invite you? I remember thinking I probably should, but I don’t think I actually did it.”

“I invited him, Y/N,” Mark interrupts, while Tyler stared at Y/N in amusement. She was swaying and smiling and maybe— just maybe, she wasn’t so bad when drunk.  But that amusement was short lived,  because Y/N’s face turned an odd shade of green and she abruptly bent over and threw up all over Tyler’s shoes.

He lost it.

“Are you kidding me?!” he shouts.  Of course.

Y/N groans and hung her head in shame, mumbling some form of an apology. Michael grabs hold of her and lugs her staggering body to the couch.

“Um,” Mark smirked. “When I said you should get your feet wet, this isn’t what I had in mind.”

*present time*

Tyler waits another day before he finally decides to ask Y/N to be his pretend girlfriend.  

She was standing behind the counter when Tyler walked into the art shop, the little bell rings above the door. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail and she wore a white blouse, humming along to the Christmas music playing quietly.

“Oh,” she says, looking up as the bell rings.

Tyler freezes in his spot, feeling so shy all of a sudden.  She’s got paint on her cheek, and Tyler knew she sold art, but he didn’t know she made it too.  He wonders what she’s been painting.  

“Hi,” she then says cautiously, like he was worried Tyler was about to start yelling or something.

“Hey,” Tyler tried to smile. “I need a present for my mom-“ he lies, suddenly needing an excuse to be here. 

“Oh,” she repeats.  “Um-“

“She likes art.”

“Right, um, well we have that here,” she wipes her hands on her apron before standing up from behind the counter.  She walks over the wall to Tyler’s right and starts showcasing.

“This one’s really cool cause of the brush patterns.  He blends the colors really well—“

Tyler finds himself staring at her instead of the art hanging on the wall.

How is he just noticing that sparkle in her eyes?  Or the scattered freckles on the bridge of her nose?

Y/N continues to lead Tyler throughout the gallery, showing him paintings and drawings, clay art and sculptures. But Tyler’s just mesmerized by how much she knows about each piece, giving him a spiel about each one.  It’s amazing.  

“Did you like any of them?” she asks finally.

Tyler’s taken aback, but nods.  “Yeah I liked the impressionist one.”

“You know it’s six hundred dollars, right?” she asks, her voice a whisper.

Tyler’s eyes widen and she laughs out loud at his shock.

“For that?” he asks in disbelief.

“It’s an original!” she says, offended.

“It’s scribbles on a piece of paper!” he says, laughing harder.

“Maybe to you!”

“Okay, okay, what is it to you then?” he asks, trying to make his voice more serious.

She bites her lip in concentration for a moment, like she’s thinking deeply, before answering, “Art is communication. Communication with an open end, so who ever sees it can feel it in their own unique way. It’s not a ‘yes or no’ answer. There are no wrong answers. It’s up to interpretation.”

“Okay, okay.” Tyler then smirks, “I’m still not paying six hundred bucks for it though.”

She laughs loudly, “Fair enough.”

Tyler takes a deep breath then and decides just to dive right in.

“Look, I have a really weird favor to ask,” he says, scratching the back of his neck.

She nods for him to continue.

“You’re going to think I’m crazy,” Tyler shakes his head at himself, chuckling.  He couldn’t believe he was about to do this. “But long story short, my family wouldn’t stop nagging me about getting a girlfriend, so I kind of told them that I’m seeing someone when I was home a few months ago.”

She continued to look at him blankly, like she didn’t know why Tyler was telling her this. To be fair, Tyler didn’t know why he was telling her this either.

“The thing is…” Tyler exhaled sharply. “I don’t actually have a girlfriend, so I made one up.” He started pulling at the hang nail on his thumb. “Well, I didn’t really make up a person.  I told them I’m dating you.”

Y/N’s eyebrows shot up at that, and Tyler bit his lip awkwardly. “And now I have to go home for the holiday’s and they want to meet my girlfriend, and basically I’m totally screwed.”

“You lied to your family about having a girlfriend… and my name was the first one you thought of?”

“My neighbor has the same name, okay?“ Tyler couldn’t believe he was stooping this low. "Forget it. I’m sorry I even thought about bringing you into this.”

She snorted then. “What? Did you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend or something?”

Tyler grimaced at her words and she abruptly stopped laughing then, the whole situation dawning on her face. “Wait—are you serious?“

"Just forget it,” Tyler waved his hand dismissively, “It was stupid of me to even consider asking you to play along.  Thanks for showing me the art,” he turns to walk away then.

“I’ll do it,” she says nonchalantly, as she walked back behind the counter, where her painting was.

Tyler can’t be hearing her correctly.

"Really?” He was almost scared to double check, worried she was shitting him “… Why? ”

She bit his lip and raised her eyebrows casually, “Why not?”

Tyler could think of a thousand reasons why not, but he kept his mouth shut.

“Wow,” he said. “Alright.  Well, thanks, thank you. You’re saving my butt here.”

“Sure,” She smiles. She really did have a nice smile. Kind of crooked, only one dimple.  “What do I have to do?”

“Um—“ Tyler hadn’t really thought that far ahead.  But he goes with it, “Well, I have to go home to Columbus in four days.  So you’d come with me.  It’ll be like a holiday really.  And you just have to meet my family, pretend you can actually tolerate me, and then we come home a week later.”

“Okay,” She says simply, the door bell rings and an elderly couple walks in, “We can talk more about it later then?”

“Yeah, sounds good.” Tyler nods, then he remembered they didn’t have a way of contacting each other. “Do you need my number?”

She shakes her head. “I know where you live, remember,” she says, winking at him.  Tyler’s stomach betrays him and fills with butterflies.  

Black Magic- Jimin(Smut)

To make up, to make out or to make love? That is the question.


Req: Make up sex with Jimin please oh my god

A/N: Well nonnies, just to warn you this is 4000 words long so you probably need two water bottles and your fan on its highest setting. Much love~


You can’t feel anything, not a lick of pain or pleasure when he pushes into you, inch by inch immersing himself in your ‘super tight’-as he’s calling it, core, releasing little groans of ecstasy as you count the dots on your ceiling, wondering when it’ll be over.

Your mind wanders back to Jimin in its absence, cursing yourself mentally for thinking of him while with somebody else. Not like it mattered, it’s not like you’re that interested with the guy drilling into you anyway.

Jimin had made you experience things you hadn’t before, he made you moan and whine and beg for him. He made you lust, he made your panties soak and your thoughts contaminate. He made you feel.

Which is less than you can say for the person above you.

“How’s this feel, baby?” The guy above you is glistening with sweat, while your breathing is barely above ordinary. He twists into you, a move that apparently is supposed to make you go wild, but causes a cringe at how hard he seems to be trying.

Why did you decide to pick up this guy from the bar out of all of them?

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A Friendship Caught Fire chapter 11

A huge apology to all followers of my story. I had a computer crash and lost all that I had written so far. It was really hard to find the motivation to get back to writing after this. The following chapter is my struggle back into the story and I hope you’ll enjoy it anyway. I’ll try to update regularly again!

Hell in the city of Angels

The next month is hell. Sam isn’t sure whether it is luck or tragedy, but they’re separated for most of the filming. Sam is filming the worst scenes of the whole series. Jamie gets tortured and raped by Black Jack Randall and although he is grateful for the challenge of his acting, the stress of it and the emotional drain is slowly wearing him down. He comes home exhausted and it is getting harder and harder to shake off the feeling of sickness and depression, especially since Cait is not there. They haven’t talked since they came home, at least not privately. Not once outside the few scenes they had to film with each other.

Sam feels her eyes resting on him when they part after each scene. More than once she comes after him, when he leaves the set, but he almost runs to his trailer, doesn’t look around and closes the door behind him before she can reach him. He hasn’t answered her phone calls or texts either.

He just can’t.

It’s not that he is pouting or that he wants to behave like a child, but he just can’t talk to her. He doesn’t know what to say and he’s afraid he will break down and beg her to come back to him or – even worse – cry. Because that’s how he feels. Utter despair has taken hold of him. He hasn’t been as heartbroken over a breakup ever and he is feeling guilty. She wanted them to take things lightly. She wanted them to not rush into a relationship, because she knew the danger behind it all and yet he managed to fall in love with her head over heels and so completely that it left him unguarded and unprotected. Now he he has to pick up the pieces of his heart somehow without her noticing. Without anyone noticing. He goes to the gym daily, sometimes even twice a day. It’s the only way to release part of the stress.

The wrap of the season comes and with it the wrap party. Sam is so relieved, that it is finally over, that he allows himself to get thoroughly drunk and so does Cait. And finally, with booze clouding his mind, they can chat and laugh with each other again. Their defences are down, everything is bathed in a warm light due to buzz and exhaustion. As the evening goes on, they inevitably get closer, drawn to each other like magnets. Not long and she cuddles into him, he has his arm around her, leans close to her, smells her perfume and breathes her in. He feels her hand on his thigh, her breast squashed into his chest and his own hand is resting at her waist, moving slowly down to her hip, spreading and pushing her closer to him. Ron takes a picture of them and many weeks later Sam will laugh about his expression and how utterly wasted he looks.

There’s no way any of them is going home alone tonight. Sam knows it and Cait knows it, too. Luckily Maril is so drunk herself, that she doesn’t notice anything around her any more, so when the two of them call it a night and say their goodbyes to everyone, no one seems to notice or care that they’re leaving the party together. It’s not the first time anyway after all. Davie drives them and that’s a good thing, because he’s more discrete than the other drivers and doesn’t comment when Sam tells him he doesn’t need to wait for him at Cait’s flat. He just drives off and they stumble up the stairs to her apartment. They start kissing and making out before they even reach her door and almost break Cait’s key in their drunken attempt to open her door while fumbling with their clothes.

Finally they get the door open and Sam closes it behind them with a bang that makes Cait giggle. They’re a mess, leaving a trail of clothes behind them on their way to the bedroom, stumbling and fumbling drunkenly and giggling hysterically while bumping into furniture and the walls.

When they fall onto her bed a few seconds later, they both sigh. Sam is feeling slightly delirious, his mind is clouded by drink, by sensation, lust and love. He’s kissing her sloppily, hungry, wet kisses on every part of skin he can reach. He can’t get enough. His lips travel lower, suck at the underside of her breasts and lower still over her belly, her navel to her hip.

He can’t remember later how it all ends, what he does, what she does, how they respond to each other, how they come together, how they join and then move with each other. But when it happens, it’s completion. It’s white light and explosion and starlight and it is the most powerful release he’s ever had. He doesn’t remember anything beyond that, just how they cling to each other and that he must have felt asleep like that. In a tight embrace, holding on for dear life.

The next morning he leaves before she wakes up. He leaves a message. It takes him ages to write it.

“Dear Cait” it says. “You want a break and I will respect that. I’m giving you space, if space it what you need. But I’m only a call away. I’ll be in LA the next months. Love, Sam”

###

LA is it’s usual self. Hot, dusty, huge. He’s visiting friends. Amy and Lauren, of course and Luke and his girlfriend also fly over. They’re having silly fun. He’s drinking too much, partying too much, having too much sun. But he’s also feeling more and more relaxed. Only now he is comprehending how much the long months of filming have worn him out and how much he has needed this break from Jamie. The fans go into a frenzy when he’s filmed with Amy, trying out the “Dirty Dancing” lift in a pool. Sometimes he just doesn’t get all the attention. What do they want from him? Amy is cool about it, thank God. She just shrugs it off, that all the sudden she is getting hate on social media and all because of him. “You’re a star now, Babes,” she says and laughs, but he is embarrassed and uncomfortable.

Cait hasn’t called, but she texts him from time to time. Friendly things, sometimes funny, sometimes just asking if he’s OK and having fun. It’s not deeply personal, but it’s better than nothing. Of course he can’t stop his heart to beat faster and jumping into his throat every time he sees a text from her. That much hasn’t changed. He’s waiting for her call, but less and less he is expecting it.

He snaps when he hears she is seen with a dark haired guy all the time. That’s when he agrees to go to a few events with some girl he barely knows. His PR agent has advised him that he needs to be seen with a woman. He has always laughed such stuff off, but this time he goes to a Halloween party with the girl. It bombs. He’s usually good with people and can talk to almost everyone, but he really has nothing to say to her nor has she to him. If it wasn’t so annoying, he would laugh about her bored face on all the pictures. Unfortunately he has agreed to do at least three events with her and so he does, but he’s convinced they both breathe a sigh of relief when they can go their separate ways again. He swears he won’t do fake Hollywood relationship buzz again.

It’s the moment he knows he has to go out of here. A few weeks in Los Angeles and he feels as if his identity is taken from him and the earth pulled from under his feet. It’s unreal, fake and all political. He’s longing for Scotland. For the nice bubble of filming and love, that he and Cait had for a while. Where has it disappeared to? What has he become?

So he flees for a bit. He drives to Big Sur, goes climbing. All alone and he finally can breathe again. He decides that the LA scene just isn’t for him.

When he comes back it’s time for the BAFTA tea. Sam is nervous and excited, because he knows he will see Cait again. He even can’t contain himself and tweets “Guess, who I am gonna see tonight? #Sassenach” on twitter. The fans are delighted and it warms his heart to read their enthusiasm.

She is classy as always. And so beautiful it takes his breath away. Just a look at her and he is all back where he was, enchanted, entranced, in love. They can’t really talk privately, but it is good to stand next to her, feel her smiling eyes on him, hear her laugh and smell her perfume. He wonders what goes on in her head. As usual she is better at hiding her feelings as he is. They have to be professionals and to answer questions and he later wonders what he said. His mind certainly wasn’t in it, it was all with her. How beautiful she looks and how much he wants to talk to her. Really talk to her.

But then the party is over and before he’s able to say something, she is hustled off by some people. Her friends are there, Karolyna, of course and Trouble, too. Also a dark haired guy, that Cait introduces to him off handedly as “Tony”. His heart feels like ice all the sudden. Is that him? Is that the guy he has heard about?

He bites the inside of his cheeks and musters a smile to all three of them. He knows he has a glass face when it comes to her. He won’t show his disappointment, he has some pride after all. So, when Cait hugs him, he leans in in what he think is a casual manner and also manages to suppress the urge to kiss her neck, that is so invitingly close to his lips. He closes his eyes for only a second, then he straightens and smiles at her. This is it. Friends. He has to accept it.

But then, right before she turns around to Karolyna, she touches his arm. “I call you tonight,” she says quietly. And just like that hope is back.

So I have this coworker that is fantastic. She’ll teach you anything and everything you need to know and she’s leaving Wednesday for college. It makes me sad af because she understands that I make goofs and she makes me a hella lot less anxious (I struggle with anxiety but I somehow manage to make it seem not as bad as it is). So I’m on my second and a half week of working and I have this other coworker (let’s pretend her name is sue even though it’s not sue. I’m not giving her name). She seems like she gets extremely pissed off with me because there’s some things I was not taught yet and I still make goofs. But sue isn’t understanding and chill about it like my coworkers. This is my first time working alone with her. Sue will try so hard not to get pissy with me but she still kinda does and it makes me more anxious and distressed. I deal with it though because, you know, I have to and I don’t feel like having a crying fest/anxiety attack in front of customers. (I lost my last and very first job due to a panic attack on the second day because I accidentally got overwhelmed. It was through a temp agency and this job told the temp agency that they thought it wasn’t a fit for me. I ended up finding another job immediately outside the temp agency though which is this job). So I’m going through the rest of her shift (until another coworker comes in who is a complete sweet heart like everyone else there). I mean my coworker “sue” is great and nice but she just obviously gets pissed at me and it just stresses me out. And it’s like she expects me to know everything. It even feels like she wants me to have the whooolee menu memorized even though it’s right there and there’s parts on the menu that doesn’t have the stuff that goes with it labeled. So like this confused lady comes in and says *insert amount of money on insert pump* and she had an accent. Being me, for some reason, I cannot comprehend what people say in most accents so I have to repeat what they say out loud to make sure I hear them correctly or ask them to repeat it a few times until I can understand (we get some people with thick accents too). So I asked the lady what pump and it sounded like she said 5 so I repeated it back to her and she said yes so I put the money on that pump and then sue my coworker comes over when I realized I goofed up and she tried helping me and she was pissed off (I do understand but I was embarrassed and upset and anxious and wanted to cry but I HAD to suck it up) and we eventually got the problem solved. And earlier we had a moment when I ran out of certain types of bills in the cash register and I wasn’t sure what in the world to do and I told her that I ran out of those bills in the cash register and she instantly got bitchy with me. “Well you gotta do this” and i just got so pissed off and upset and wanted to get snotty with her and say “well listen here bitch I’m sorry no one ever told me that and I have NOT experienced that myself here yet and I haven’t had a chance to watch people take care of that situation yet.” But I bit my tongue and said “ooohhh that’s what you do” as I fake laugh at my self. Like bitch I’m sorry I’m a slow ass learner that’s trying so fucking hard to learn this stuff fast. I’m sorry I’m fucking struggling so sit down. Not all of us are smart or experienced like you are. I hope it was just a bad day for her (not in a mean way) and not that she finds me stupid or annoying or anything or that she’s just bitchy. I hope it’s just a bad day because the one other time I worked with her she was chill. Maybe because she didn’t have to deal with me and my favorite coworker had to. I’m seriously going to miss my fave coworker.

My Experiences With The Signs ! (Leo sun, Pisces moon, Virgo Rising)

Aries: Honestly all the Aries I have met I have gotten along with. They have always been super supportive for me and always know how to make me smile! It’s gotten to the point to whenever I meet an Aries I get super excited and have an instant liking to them!

Taurus: Some of them are super nice while some of them are kind of know-it-all’s in my opinion. I enjoy their company though! Most of them I actually get along with just there are some things they do I find rather annoying. They are really generous though! :)

Gemini: Ahhhh they are one of the beeest bitches. They go along with everything and they are so supportive ?? I adore them. People think of them as two-faced and maybe they are, but it’s not even a bad way! They are great at adapting and they are so admirable.

Cancer: Honestly, its hard to read them. They are really really kind but its hard to tell if you’re annoying them and it bothers me. I want to know when to stop but sometimes I can get out of hand with them and they kind of just.. stop talking to me. :(

Leo: Ehhh, I dont really like talking to fellow Leos. I’m protective over my sign y'know. But they are chill I guess but .. predictable. Super generous though! Just really loud lol.

Virgo: I get into tons of drama with these guys. Super hard to read but weirdly attractive ?? Being a Virgo Rising I do understand they’re sense of realism. But I still have a very hard time dealing with them sometimes! I respect them deeply but most of them seem to get very annoyed with me easily.

Libra: My best friend. My child tbh. I love them sooo much and I relate to them too much. They have some stuff to hide, but dont we all? some people tend to dislike them because they see them as “fake” but it just takes a while for them to open up. I love them!!

Scorpio: Even tho Leo and Scorpio are like the least compatible I find them super attractive like ?? oh lordd. I admire them so much! Super hard to read but thats like the fun. Getting to know them is amazing. They have amazing hearts and I love them sosososo much.

Sagittarius: Tbh, I’ve had bad experiences with these people. They tend to be superficial (So do I) But they are super funny. They know just how to cheer someone up and thats so awesome in my opinion. Tend to be pretty popular ?? And everyone tends to have an instant liking to them. But they are also kind of manipulative? I respect them deeply.

Capricorn: These people are so hilarious even when being serious. It’s hard for me to take them seriously. They are so blunt and I love it so much. All of the capricorns I’ve met have been anything BUT boring. I love them. I love meeting them because they are actually really good listeners ?

Aquarius: My precious Aquarius deserves the world :( they arent very open to people ive noticed. But they have an amazing sense of humor. I love having them around. But they can also be pretty annoying. Still love them and they’re cute habits :,)

Pisces: Being a Pisces moon, I understand they’re sensitivity. I get along quite well with them but they can also be pretty awkward? It’s super cute tho. They are pretty introverted but like scorpio, getting to know them is so amazing.

Queen of Strong Style? Pt. 8 Final

This is it, the night that the script came full circle. How would you stay calm? How does Shinsuke react? And what does Becky mean that you can’t see it? At least you get a happy ending, right?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 , Part 6, Part 7

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A/n- Here is the last part! I hope that you all enjoyed this series. Let me know if you have any ideas for another fic! Don’t you just love a happy ending? Thank you all so much for reading. I don’t own the gif. Enjoy!


You stared at the one line in the script. It was at the very end, and you honestly could feel the blush across your cheeks. “Ending with a kiss.” You weren’t sure what you were going to do. Becky’s advice was blown out the window at this point. You sat on the couch in your shared room. You set the script on the coffee table and leaned back in the couch. 

Becky would be here any minute, wanting to hang out. Speaking of the devil, there was a knock on your door. You took a deep breathe and let it go before standing up and opening the door for Becky. She smiled at you and jumped into your arms for a hug. 

“This is a first! You called me over, does that mean something happened? Please tell me something happened.” She started to ramble as you guys walked or hopped in her case to the couch to sit. 

“I wouldn’t say that something happened physically yet, but something will happen whether we like it or not.” You told her and she frowned as her eyebrows scrunched together. 

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anonymous asked:

Can I ask what happened to Donghyukie?? I've seen a lot of stuff about it but I'm a bit lost as to what actually happened.

so for some stupid reason an account on twitter decided to spread fake news and rumours that haechan was/is dating a sasaeng fan(over obsessive fans) and that apparently there was an audio clip of him saying something to the lines of “there were millions of/so many cameras around” in an annoyed/angry tone. and that fan/account started mentioning about the fan sharing messages and conversations with haechan because they’re dating?? yet instead of trusting their idol and continuing supporting him, over 30++ fansites of donghyuck closed down and un-stanned him because they all believed it, and now we’re only left with 8-9 fansites still running?? i’m so pissed and disappointed, i thought we could do better

anonymous asked:

what do you think shawn wouldn't like at all? like personality and appearance wise?

That’s a really hard question. 

I think rude people are a major turn-off for Shawn. I don’t think he’d be able to stand that at all. If you’re not kind to people, he’s out. 

I think people who keeps on talking about his career and the people he meets and his stuff, pushes him away too. Like he’d rather have someone ask about his friends back home, so if you’re very materialistic, I think he’s out of there. 

Lying is a complete no go. Shawn doesn’t have time for lies and made up/fake stories. It would be such a turn off if he caught you lying. That just wouldn’t work.

A girl who kept creating drama. I don’t even feel like I need to say anything to this. Shawn would just get so annoyed and he simply just doesn’t have the time for that.

A girl who doesn’t have any humour would turn him off as well. Like Shawn needs a girl to joke around with and tease and laugh with. If you can’t act goofy and make fun of yourself sometimes, he’s out as well. Not that she would have to be laughing all the time, but she needed to have that side as well.

Someone who kept nagging him about being away a lot. I know, you’d miss him so much and all and he wouldn’t mind you telling him you missed him, but he wouldn’t be able to be with someone who picked fights about it all the time. Like I’m sure Shawn would be so good at making time for you and making it as easy for you as possibly when he was away, so he just doesn’t need a girl to make it worse.

A girl who didn’t care much about family and old friends would not have a chance, I believe. Like family is such a major deal for Shawn, he would need someone who got that and someone who valued that as well. 

As far as appearance goes, I’m not sure. I think he likes a girl to just be true to who she is. Like it pushes him away, if she tries being something she’s not, you know? If she’s forcing herself to act or dress in a way, that’s not true to her nature.