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yeahzack:

zack clung onto his ability to speak words of kindness. it seemed to be the one thing he was good at. seeing auras and deciphering words that seemed appropriate to them was something he genuinely enjoyed but not necessarily something that was performed for self indulgence. alcohol wasn’t something that zack was necessarily fond of however, he mainly drank for social purposes. for the most part, he’d get an apparent sense of distaste from it, mainly as his intoxicated self seemed to taunt him — both in the moment and in the hangover after. “i mean— i was thinking that old men were your type… lots of money and you know, soon to… go to heaven,” he joked. “really? i’m not even sure whether anyone can be more fun than angry killian,” he spoke, quickly taking his phone out and scrolling through his calendar, “… hmm, i’m a little busy but hey— am i really zack humphrey if i get shit done on time?”

laughing at zack’s response, samson shook his head, acting as though he was offended by the statement. in all honesty, there was a seed of truth in what the other was saying. samson loved his work and working for what he had but the thought of marrying rich and taking the easy way had definitely crossed his mind in the past. “i’ve successfully avoided killian for a week, and i think i’m gonna keep it that way.” samson cocked his head as zack checked his phone, a small smirk painting his face. “too busy for me?” samson pouted for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. “exactly –– fuck everything you else you have to do besides me.” realizing what he’d said, samson laughed, glad to hear the sound of it after the somber tone of their earlier conversation. “not like that, but. the point is, let’s go out.” 

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roxcnne:

“well, congrats on preventing psychosis. really, job well done. but i still wouldn’t let you around an axe for a little while, just to be safe. i am a mother, after all. i need to be alive for my furry baby. you probably shouldn‘t. he’s a real skeez-ball. like you.”

“you don’t know anything about my access to axes. i have people. and if i did get one, you wouldn’t even be the first person i’d go for, so don’t worry about it. are you calling me a skeez-ball? now that is offensive. i am extremely wholesome.”

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yeahzack:

zack couldn’t help but begin to imagine what it would be like to prank killian particularly because —— he’d never really pranked anyone before. would he simply turn everything in his office upside down or do something that was jeopardise his career? he couldn’t really tell. “that’s hardly possible,” he responds quickly, rolling his eyes at the other gentleman, “… but then again, i shouldn’t really say that when people are getting suspended. but—— you’re good at what you do and when it comes to the core of things, it’s your work that counts, not your personal decisions. at least, that’s how i see it.” in his mind, samson’s job involved a lot of nonexistent praise and he knew first hand how much meticulous detail was put into the set and props. even when he tried to help the other, he’d only end up injuring himself which would simply cause more work for later scenes. “though, i heard the bar down my place is hiring. wouldn’t mind seeing a familiar face there tend me some drinks, totally could see you getting hit on by creepy old men,” he laughs at his own joke.

samson hadn’t expected the praise from zack. for some reason, the words seemed foreign coming from the other male. “you have a point there,” samson joked, alleviating the pressure that he could feel weighing down on him throughout the course of their conversation, “i’m a genius. un-fireable.” despite his jesting tone, samson knew that he was right –– he was the best, and although he’d given both killian and haden every reason to fire him, he knew they wouldn’t. as long as they couldn’t find anyone better. “you think only old men would hit on me?” he asked, an exaggerated pout pulling his lips downwards. “i thought i still had some type of sex appeal towards the middle aged men, at least.” samson chuckled, shrugging at the prospect. “i don’t need the second job, but i’m definitely down to go drink with you. if you haven’t heard, i’m the most fun person on this entire set,” samson winked.

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tasiavega:

“oh i see how it is… i guess my presence wasn’t good enough for you. it’s totally fine, i get it, you can be completely honest. is it because i ate your chinese left overs ?? cause i apologized…”

“as much as i love you, seeing only one face for a week straight can get a little bit exhausting. and no, it’s not the leftovers. you’re welcome to eat my food, you know that,” samson shrugged with a loving grin. 

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navidisms:

“I don’t know either mate, don’t tell me you’re running out friends? because I don’t feel like pitying you right now.” he murmured, not even bothering with his sarcasm that he saw as nothing more than childish and stupid.

“I have tons of friends. Don’t worry,” Samson assured the other, knowing fully well that he didn’t care. “Oh, so you’re saying that you do have times in which do you feel like pitying me? Good to know,” Samson noted, nitpicking Navid’s words.

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MESSAGE ✉️  SAMMY

TASIA: competition??

TASIA: i love carnations awwwwwww

SAMSON: u know who

SAMSON: ha!!! knew it :)

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MESSAGE ✉️  SAMMY

TASIA: YOU CAN LOVE ME

TASIA: dont lie

TASIA: youre getting flowers for me

SAMSON: I DO but i don't need the competition

SAMSON: u got me

SAMSON: let me guess... carnations???

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yeahzack:

“they cut you off?” he questioned, pausing as he rose a brow. for a second, he thinks about how much of a contradiction he was to speak words which were rough and cruel, in such a mild tone. he stops himself, “… sorry, i know it’s not my place to ask.” he understood the feeling though, it was a consuming emotion that overwhelmed him regularly. he’d watch fans waiting outside of the studio, telling him how their dream was to be an actor or an actress with their parents smiling behind them. it was never like that for zack. he forcibly made them take him to castings as a young boy and watched them cry in the middle of the night, discussing ‘where they went wrong’ in raising him. and while at first he tried so hard to follow their foot steps — it felt futile, like walking through treacherous floor. “it’s alright, i’m sure he’ll actually be happy to see you. behind his scariness — he’s actually really… protective. it’s just hard to see because well — you know… he kind of has a scary face,” he adds with a cheeky grin, “… we should prank him one day. i mean maybe not today and preferably, not you… no offence.

with a simple nod, samson answered the question with as little detail as possible. he shrugged again, acting like he was over it. truth was, samson and his mother talked on the phone at least once a week about how terrible his life choices were, and how much of a disappointment he was to the family. samson was numb to it, now. “’s okay,” he replied, keeping his words short. he didn’t like to talk about his family, and although he was able to, now –– he wouldn’t speak a word of it a few months ago –– thinking about his family still stung. “protective? i don’t need another dad. especially one that will yell at me for fighting his best friend,” samson moaned, dropping his face into his hands in exaggerated despair. “and the thing is, i would love to prank him,” samson said. he could imagine killian sitting on a pin, or getting a confusing prank phone call. he didn’t exactly have the best taste in pranks. “but you’re right, i can’t. i don’t wanna get fired.” 

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MESSAGE ✉️  SAMMY

TASIA: hello lover boy

TASIA: wahtchu doing

SAMSON: lover boy with no one to love 3 tragic

SAMSON: getting flowers for the house

SAMSON: it needs a spruce

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navidisms:

navid rolled his eyes lightly. “ dramatic as always. taking shit too literal, aren’t we ? i find pretty irrelevant whether your live or not. ” he stated blankly, “ that’s because you’re making the mistake to believe insulting you actually takes energy of mine at all. you could stop being a whiny, immature shit but you ain’t fixing that anytime soon, are you ? not my fault insulting comes naturally to me. ”

at this point, samson didn’t know how to respond with anything but a weak grin and another shrug. “not really. you said it, not me. i honestly don’t know why i talk to you at all. it’s a big blow to my self esteem, you know,” samson spoke patronizingly, “whiny and immature? aw. how sweet. we’re so cute.”

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navidisms:

navid narrowed his eyes at the other, staying quiet for a bit too long, but then again he didn’t really see the point on replying to the other male. “ what makes you think you’re worth my energy ? ” he inquired simply.

“hey, it’s you that wants me dead. maybe get a hitman so you don’t have to do it yourself,” samson shrugged. “and by the way, you’ve proven time and time again that i am. you waste a lot of energy insulting me when you could just... shut up.” 

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MESSAGE ✉️  OPEN

TASIA: hey

TASIA: ho

TASIA: sup

SAMSON: well well well

SAMSON: hi babe

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navidisms:

“ well, i guess some guys get to live to see another day, no matter how hard they’re pushed out a window .” he mumbled to himself, dismissing the curly male with an indifferent wave of his hand.

samson smiled for a moment at the brief victory, raising his arms in indifference. “i don’t know why i lived, honestly. maybe you should try pushing me, next time. you have my full permission.”

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roxcnne:

“ — y’know, you’re starting to remind me of jack. from the shining. the cabin fever’s what made him go crazy, and try to kill his family. hey, you even look alike !!”

“jesus. i’m not on that level of bored. at least, not yet. but at least now that i’m out in the open, maybe i won’t go all shining on you guys on set. and i’m gonna take that as a compliment, thank you.”

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yeahzack:

zack hums pleasantly at the young gentleman’s words, knowing well that he’d probably misquoted the line but the truth was — he wanted to believe it, almost. he’d read articles often about how the most successful people would wake up before seven in the morning and it simply turned into this concept that he could never wrap his head around. he rolled his eyes, shaking his head, “… i honestly can’t have them near alcohol. even with all the years they’ve been in this earth, they never learn. out of all people too.” “yep,” he replies almost awkwardly, pressing his lips firmly as he looks around nervously, “… i feel as though ignoring problem seems almost like instinct you know? my parents on the other hand — boy, it was an elevated discussion each night about why i didn’t want to pursue college.” “should i give danielle my mother’s number? but i suppose the two of them will make an incredibly dangerous combination… i better not,” he joked, a half chuckle departing from his lips, “…a team boxing class. i think that’s what we need. let out all our steam and stress. especially killian… seems like he needs it, he was walking around like a bull seeing red.”

“you sound more like their parent, instead of the other way around,” samson pointed out, noting the other’s disapproval at his parents’ behavior. he had never had a conversation that went past the superficial with zack, so it was a new experience for the other to open up to samson like this, and vice versa. maybe samson had been deprived from other humans for so long that he was revealing his thoughts inadvertently. “well, we had those conversations, too,” samson begun, “but when my parents got bored of it they cut me off, real quick,” he said with a nonchalant shrug, as though thinking about it didn’t hurt. “they do not approve of all this,” samson told the other male, motioning to the studio they were in. “maybe don’t do that. danielle and your mom together may have the capability to kill me.” at the mention of killian’s name, sam made a pained expression. “he’s so fucking mad at me... i haven’t really talked to him, yet, but when i do... i’m probably gonna get my ass kicked, again.”

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yeahzack:

“i think it’ll be pretty cool, but i think it’ll be more reason for me to be lazy and i’d get into a lot more trouble for that. i mean, heck — can’t even get my own ass out of bed most days, yet alone when i’m about 10 000 pounds heavier,” he begins to ramble. he watched as samson spoke and he couldn’t help but get a sense that there was more than what he revealed, but he foought against his curiosity. it wasn’t his place to know. zack shrugs, drunken behaviour was something that wasn’t new to him, “… shouldn’t worry too much about it. i mean — my mum punched my dad out and he had a black eye for an entire week when they had a little too much wine at some fancy function. except — they’re academics, and the fancy function? a freaken charity ball. as you could guess, there were a lot of stories in the classroom that week —— think most of the students couldn’t take him seriously in his ethics class.” zack pauses, realising that it was the first time he’d really ever revealed any element of his family life to a coworker. it felt strange — foreign almost. did he really just reveal a part of his life that he didn’t ever feel compelled to burden anyone with? “yeah, i know that feeling all too well.”

“laziness is close to godliness. or something like that,” samson batted away at the air, knowing that he’d misquoted the line. “your mom punched your dad at a party? awesome,” samson nodded, an impressed expression on his face. “danielle punched me in the face. maybe they’d make good friends,” samson suggested, revealing another highlight from the party. “are you telling me that your parents are professors? that’s... kind of awesome, too,” samson nodded. he hadn’t expected this conversation to become one about their parents, but samson had a few words to say about his own. “we can switch parents. i’d take my mom punching out my dad over parents who solve all their problems by ignoring them,” he smiled humorlessly. that’s all samson had to say on the matter, though, so he didn’t delve deeper. “i mean, yeah. love my job and all, but shit was a lot more simple.”