#im practically buzzing in my seat i CANNOT WAIT TO GET THIS PARTY STARTED

[luckycharmer]

The zine is officially ON

and just throwing this out there, but based on what my other mods and I discussed, I think you guys are gonna like it~🎶😌 still finalizing some things, so stay tuned for more!

[everyonesawhoregrace]

FaceTime Drunk Mess (finn cole request!)

Anon request: plz plz plz can i get an imagine when finn facetimes y/n and she’s plastered! love you! 😊

SORRY I DIDN’T FOLLOW THE Y/N THING BUT I CANNOT! I CANNOT. IM SORRY. BUT THIS WAS HELLA CUTE AND LUV IT. ALL OF IT. YES. 

shout out to @kolyabackstroms i love this! and i had to incorporate. 

“I mean,” my eyes practically attack his, but it’s only because I’m piss drunk, and I can’t seem to focus unless I open my eyes up wide enough. “I may be a wee bit drunk, but, I was playing this game-“

“You look mad.” He murmurs.

“I’m not mad!”

“Not mad like that...” he starts before sighing. “What game were you playing?”

“The Peaky Blinders drinking game and well oh, wait-“ I swallow, I gotta pee. “I gotta pee.” I tell him honestly and get up to stand, nearly rolling off my bed.

The screen on my phone shines bright as I walk into the bathroom and pull down my pyjamas, taking him with me. FaceTiming Finn was becoming a bit of a pass time for us.

He’s got a big smile on his face, “You really pissing?”

“Yeah.” I hunch over the toilet seat. “So the game right? It was something some fucking genius chick on tumblr sorted out. Take a shot every time-“

“Wait, wait,” He interrupts me, making me pout. “Since when did you watch Peaky’s?”

“Since my roommate and I found out you were an actor.” Which was less than a week ago. Finn crashed a college party and fooled us into believing he was a regular lad from London. Bastard.

“Wow.” He leans back against his pillow. “So, What do you think?”

“About?” I put down the phone and finish off. Flushing the toilet and washing my hands before reaching for my phone again.

“About my acting.”

“Very convincing.” I nod, “Jasmines loves Cillian.”

He smirks. “Who do you love?”

“You, of course. Although Tom Hardy is fucking sex. Just plain sex. A walking sex toy I wouldn’t dare fuck because well, he’s so hot.”

“Jesus.” He laughs. “You’re wasted.”

“I’m also knackered.” I slurr, finding my room.

“What are you?”

“Knack-errrrrr-d.” I lay in my bed and sigh. “Why don’t you come over?”

“Because I’m in San Jose.”

“Fuck San Jose.” I moan, turning down the brightness to my phone so that I can see him better in the darkness. “Imissyouuuuu.”

“I miss you more.” He smiles softly.

“Argh.” 

“What?” 

“Should we just have sex right here?” I already have my hands down my pyjamas, I’m drunk. A horny drunk slore-galore. 

He laughs, but I mean it isn’t a laugh I can say sounds like a no. And Finn, behind that handsome smile and innocence is a freak. “Sex over the phone?” He asks, “This is quite unlike you.” 

“I’m drunk, but no, you’re not taking advantage of that.” I slur. 

He sighs. “Text me the drinking game.” 

“No.”

“Yes.” Its so early in LA and I have the day off. 

Backspacing, I send him the picture and hear his phone buzz in acceptance of the text. My eyes get heavy, and damn, I want to sleep. 

“Mmmmm,” He laughs, giggles, sighs loudly at times. “What’d you drink to the most?” 

“Ah, if I say, you’ll hate me.” 

“What!” He laughs, as I roll my eyes shut. “I wont fuckin’ hate you.” 

“No offence, but Michael tries so hard to be Tommys fuckboy and,” I shrug. “I ended up downing a bottle of gin because of that.” 

“Bloody hell.” 

I smile at his words, “Say you love me.” 

“I love you.” 

I pop open an eye and see him with a smile on his face. 

“Wish I was there to kiss you goodnight.” 

I smile back, and bring my phone up to my face. ���Kiss me goo-night.” 

He scoffs, but I get a smooshiest kiss that I can almost feel through the phone. “Goodnight love.” 

this was dangerously fun and i wanna get drunk and have a conversation like this with my lover. lol. xx