this whole interview is so freaking cute i need this book now

RFA HEADCANONS: AU: They're in a Famous Boyband~

(THANK YOU SO MUCH TO THE ONE WHO SENT IN THIS REQUEST. I didn’t know my ask box wasn’t open at the time, and they very kindly pointed it out, and gave me an amazing request. So, thank you.. I think it’s open now. Let me know if it isn’t, but if it is, pls send requests and stufff, I loved getting this.

This is basically an AU where the RFA is all in a boy band like BTS or something, and Jaehee is the manager. It will tell what mc’s (your) occupation is, and so on.)

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Yoosung:

The two of you met at a meet and greet.

The moment he saw you, he knew you were going to be someone important to him.

There you were, all Smol, and nervous. He was just impatiently waiting for your turn to come up. He had everything planned out in his mind. What he wanted to say, how he’d pose in your picture, and then he’d casually slip his number to you.

Well.

Shit happens.

He completely froze up when you got there, stuttering on everything he said.

You made a small comment on how you were a bit thirsty, and HE ACTUALLY HAS JAEHEE GET YOU A WATER BOTTLE.

So, he smoothly writes his number on the water bottle paper before he gives it to you.

You two ended up hanging out quite a bit, trying to go to the most private places you could without getting bombarded with paparazzi.

When he finds out you’re just a college student, he finds it to be extremely adorable, and will probably attempt (key word) to help you with your homework.

When he fails at said homework, he asks his fans for some answers (me if I was famous, LMAO JKJK? Maybe?? I mean.)

The other boys tend to tease him a lot for this, but, hey. Yoosung always comes back with “well, at least I actually have a girlfriend to do it for.”

S A V A G E.

High key cries when he has to leave you on tour.

JAEHEE HAS TO DRAG HIM AWAY FROM YOU AT THE AIRPORT, BECAUSE HE JUST WONT WANT TO GO.

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Zen:

Let’s be real, you’re also pretty famous yourself.

You are a solo singer, and one year, you just happen to be joining them on tour as their opening act.

Zen and you instantly click, and whenever you both have free time, you bet your ass he’s spending it with you.

You’ll be preforming up on stage, and tHIS BOY IS GONNA COME UP BEHIND YOU, AND INTERRUPT THE WHOLE OPENING SHOW..just to ask you out.

Probably leaps into the air and screams into his Mic. Gets really excited the rest of the night while he’s preforming.

JAEHEE IS PISSSSEEEDDD. Will tell him that he should not be having a relationship when the two of you are just so busy. But, he doesn’t listen.

Now, you guys tend to be completely out there when it comes to your dates. Paparazzi are A L W A Y S catching you kissing, or doing some form of PDA.

Again, Jaehee is pissed. She’s probably going to contact your manager, and start complaining, trying to reason with him.

Your manager is cheap, so he doesn’t care, as long as he’s getting paid.

You manager thinks it’s good for you, because you’re gaining attention from Zen and your relationship.

“Any publicity is good publicity.” He says.

So, poor Jaehee. You and Zen rock your career out together~

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707:

He’s the jokester out of the group.

So of course, he meets you, a fan…

Right after he kicks a full water bottle into your face at a concert.

You’ll be sitting in the front row, just enjoying the show. WHEN THAT HAPPENS.

you’re like WTF LIL RED HEAD, WANNA FIGHT?!

He probably starts busting out laughing, and pulls you up on stage.

Stops laughing when he sees hOw beAUTIFUL YOU ARE LIKE SHIT.

Starts violently apologizing.

When you start laughing, he gets really happy, (and relieved.) and gets you back stage passes.

Now, before he see’s you again back stage, he’s gonna ask Jaehee to be his wingman (wing woman???) and begs her to get your number.

Ends up paying her extra money to get her to do that but hEY.

The moment he sees you he just dies.

You were so cute, and now wearing one of their band shirts.

You two begin talking, and he finds out that you’re a clothing designer.

Literally hires you to make his outfits for the shows.

He loves wearing stuff made by you (probably asks you to make him dresses every now and then.)

Tries being really serious when he asks you out, getting you a rose, and writing it in a cake.

Drops the cake.

Freaks out, but you had already glanced and saw what it said, so of course, you said yES.

He will probably not be open to go on many dates at first, afraid that if you two got too close, fans would try to hurt you.

Once you’ve assured him that it is 100% okay, you’re fine..he’s gonna be taking you E V E R Y W H E R E.

Probably makes you help prank his fans.

Scare cams the other RFA members (including jaehee OOPS.)

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Jumin:

You’re an interviewer! So, one day he comes in for you to interview him 1 on 1, and of course, you bring up his cat. Asking him how it’s been, what he does when he’s away on tour.

And he’s just shocked that your questions seem to be actually curious on him and and his cat, rather than just how much money he makes, and whether he has a girlfriend or not.

As soon as the interview is done, you two start talking about your cats, showing each other pictures of them.

He exchanges his number with you, and makes sure to talk to you everyday, even when he’s on tour.

He’s probably going to stop leaving Elizabeth 3rd with Jaehee, and start letting you take her while he’s gone. (The cat, not Jaehee.)


Hates to see you interview other people, but he knows it’s you’re job, so he keeps it to himself.

Actually starts getting mad when you talk to other RFA members.

He asks you out by taking you on a fancy dinner date at an Italian restaurant (or somewhere else if ya don’t like Italian. JUST THINK FANCY.)

He will have this really nice pizza thing, and the toppings will spell out “will you go out with me.” AND YOU JUST

MM, PIZZA AND HOT CAT PAPA, YES.

Dates are always fancy and mildly expensive. Sometimes you would just want to stay at home, but he loves to treat you like a queen.

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Jaehee:

You are also apart of the boys management.

You and Jaehee like to just rant about the things those boys make you do. Like. loRD.

On a day off, you take Jaehee out for coffee..and this is the day..where o shit. She gay.

She actually has feelings for you. You. Another woman?? What??

She’s really confused, and gets really nervous out of no where.

Poor thing gets a little coffee cream on her upper lip..AND WHEN YOU BEND OVER THE TABLE TO WIPE IT OFF HER. She almost faints.

She accidentally confesses to you one day while you were making sure the hotels were all booked and in check.

She’s actually going to start stuttering, and is almost on the verge of tears, because she’s just so scared that you don’t feel the same.

You reassure her that you feel the exact same, and she just..WHAT.

You two share a passionate kiss, and that’s when the boys come in.

ThEYRE SO CONFUSED BUT THEY DONT WANT TO INTERRUPT, SO THEY DON’T SAY ANYTHING. Until Jumin casually pushes past you guys.

lil bi-

You two tend to get VERY over worked, but if one of you were having an extraordinary hard time, the other would be there to support you in no time.

Jaehee constantly worried about you and your health, and hardly even worries about her own

You have to make sure she knows that she is what’s important to you. And if she needs to rest, you are going to do everything you can to make sure she cHILLS ABOUT YOU, AND GETS SOME DANG SLEEP.

You two probably eat out a lot, but try to cook together whenever you can.

Lots of coffee dates.

When there’s no work, snuggles on tour bus. ;)

(I LOVE JAEHEE SO MUCH, MMKAY)

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V:

You’re a photography journalist.

The two of you meet when he’s just trying to get away from all of the fans.

He somehow sees you (lol) taking photos outdoors at the park.

Casually asks to see your pictures.

He starts talking to you about how he liked to take pictures in his free time, and that he just never got around to it like he used to. He finds out that you do it as a profession, and he gets a bit nervous that you may recognize him, and start bombarding him, thus blowing his cover.

You start to notice he looks a bit familiar, and point it out.

He practically sweats, but doesn’t want to lie to you.

He admits that he is a part of the boy band thing, and your just like OH

COOL STUFF, M8.

He gets confused, because why weren’t you begging for pictures?

You seem completely calm in the fact that you were talking to a celebrity, and he is just so grateful from that moment on.

Before you two part, he realizes that you were a genuine person, and asked for your number.

He loves to take pictures with you, (casually slipping in photo’s of you every now and then.) and loves showing them off after word.

Probably makes really aesthetic posts on his social media, all pictures that the both of you took.

If a fan is being rude to you?

Surprisingly, he loses his cool, and goes off on them. If it’s in person, he will make a comment on Twitter or something afterwards on how immature they acted, and that it shouldn’t happen again.

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Saeran:

You’re his makeup artist~

You’ll be doing his makeup as gently as he could, and literally it fEELS SO NICE. He loves when you’re touching his face, doing your best to make him look good up on stage.

If anyone else even tries to do his makeup, he will go off. He doesn’t care if he has to go look like a pale ghost on stage. No one else can do his makeup.

One day, he gets really frustrated, because he likes you? But how does he even show that?

As you finish his makeup one day, like any other day, HE LITERALLY STANDS UP, AND PINS YOU TO THE WALL.

He doesn’t want to force you to do anything you didn’t want to, so he awkwardly asked if he could kiss you, rather than just going for it like he had planned.

When you agree, he gets really happy (but doesn’t show it.) and just goes for it.

The two of you kissing before a show becomes a regular thing, as he claims it to be a good luck charm.

Asks you out back stage one day after you two share a passionate kiss. Gets really energetic on stage when you say yes~

lost in translation (an antoine griezmann imagine)

Originally posted by goingkrizi

Summary: Antoine goes to a press conference and things don’t go entirely to plan

She cleared her throat and tapped her foot nervously before sipping from her coffee flask. Press conferences were always boring. Always awkward and uncomfortable with the constant flash of photographers’ cameras, full of repetitive questions and repetitive answers discussing “how exciting the next match was going to be” and the ways in which “international football was developing up in such a brilliant and exciting direction”. Boring, boring, so fucking boring.

When her boss had told her she’d be interpreting for the Antoine Griezmann in a press conference prior to a France v. Portugal international friendly, she’d been ecstatic. Not as an Atletico supporter, or as a football fan in general, but from a purely business-orientated point of view. Interpreting for one of the biggest names in football would do wonders for her (currently minute) clientele, and after getting fired from her last job teaching high school French, after a particularly embarrassing drunken episode at the end of term Christmas party, she was becoming increasingly desperate.

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Hey! So I watched this interview yesterday and Calum’s response made me so upset and I felt like he was hiding some huge heartbreak, so I wrote this! It sucks but I wanted to share. Also, didn’t have much time to edit so sorry about any typos!

Present Day

It had been two weeks since you and Calum had spoken. The longest you two had ever gone without speaking had been three days maximum, and that was when he was on tour or you had exams. You just wanted to hear his voice, to see his face, but you couldn’t. You left the tour a week early since things had gotten bad, but now the boys were back in town and already hit the ground running. Because you clearly hated yourself, you sat in your apartment and watched Calum and Luke’s live interview with ANDPOP.

You knew Calum wasn’t always a very vocal person, especially when it came to articulating his emotions, but over time you had learned to gauge his feelings through his eyes, and sometimes his facial expressions. If he’d get upset or angry at something when you two were out in public, he would keep it cool, but you could always tell by the look in his eyes. You’d always ask him later if you were right about his feelings, and he always validated, marveling at your ability to read him accurately every time. So when the interviewer had asked, “What was the first time you ever had your heart like, snapped in two?” you paid close attention to Calum.

Your heart dropped as you saw him shake his head on the screen. “It’s never happened to me, heart of steel,” he was lying through his teeth. The way he pursed his lips, the way his eyes looked everywhere except for the camera, the look of complete desolation in his eyes. All signs of him lying, all absolutely breaking whatever was left of your already shattered heart.  “Don’t have one,” he continued mumbling about his lack of a heart. “Jet black heart?” Luke asked him jokingly, patting him on the chest. “Jet black heart mate,” Calum answered. The interviewer didn’t look much more into Calum’s words, clearly not thinking anything of them, moving on to hear Luke’s answer. For the rest of the interview, Calum’s demeanor had changed; nothing necessarily noticeable, but since you know him so well, it was everything. You wanted to run up to him, to hold him and kiss him, to make it all better, to ask him who hurt him like this. But that would be ridiculous because you knew the answer; you hurt him. You were no good for him, not anymore, anyways.

Two Weeks Ago

Surreal was the only word you could use to describe the orgasm Calum just gave you. God damn you liked that boy. A lot… Too much… Okay dammit you love him, but you can’t tell him that. He was in it for the mind-blowing sex, not for love. You two had been best friends since you were seven years old, and somehow here you guys were twelve years later, naked in his lavish hotel room giving each other toe-curling orgasms. He asked you to come on tour with them this year, to which you immediately said yes. Who wouldn’t want to listen to their favorite songs all day while hanging out with their best friends? Because you and Calum had been so close for so long, touching was no taboo. But at some point your normal cuddling turned to sleeping together nightly, to kissing, to feeling and grabbing, and at some point to Calum saying “Y/n and I will just share a room.” You were worried about the repercussions or how awkward it could be, but for months now, everything was fine. More than fine, hell things were fucking perfect. You had the sexiest best friend/fuck buddy a girl could ask for. You were always just Calum’s best friend, and now you had more, but you were being selfish still — you wanted even more. You wanted to be Calum’s girlfriend, his everything, his… something, dammit!

You were laying on your stomach with Calum half draped on top of you, sheets covering your bottoms halves. He noticed you lost in thought. “Nobody should look that pensive after coming. Maybe I didn’t do a good enough job,” he joked. “Sorry,” you blushed looking at him, “I was just thinking about… stuff.” He hummed as he kissed your bare shoulder, you could feel the vibrations along your arm. “What kind of stuff?” he asked. “Hmm? Nothing,” you smiled shaking your head to dismiss the topic. “Y/n, I know when you’re lying to me. And you’re a very bad liar at that,” he said flashing his killer smile. You took his face in your hands and kissed him, trying to distract him from the road he was going down. When this boy wanted to know something from you, he would press and press until he was satisfied with the answer. If you could just distract him a little longer… He broke the kiss. Dammit. “Y/n…” he pleaded with his big brown eyes. You couldn’t tell him what you were thinking about a relationship with him, he would get weirded out. But he persisted, “You know you’re going to have to tell me sooner or later.” “Cal I wasn’t thinking of anything serious, just random things, I swear. Let’s drop it,” you smiled. He sat up, unsatisfied with your answer. “You had your cute little thinking face on,” he smiled, “so I know you were thinking hard. But I’m not quite sure what about, and I know how you get when you think too much.” “Aww you think my thinking face is cute?” you teased. “Stop avoiding the point, y/n,” he warned. “Calum for real, it’s not serious, please stop,” you said in a definitive tone, hoping to end the conversation. “Dammit, y/n! Just tell meeeee,” he nagged. “Cal it’s noth—” before you could continue, he was back on top of you, but this time he was cutting off your air supply. “I’m not getting off until you agree to tell me, y/n,” he said sternly. “Never Hood,” you managed in between gasps. He used to always do this when you were kids, and you would always be stubborn about it, thinking you could take it. You remembered how you used to tickle him to get him off of you, but unfortunately he wasn’t ticklish anymore, so that tactic was out the window. When you realized he was serious and you started to see pretty floating lights, you double tapped him on the arm MMA style. He smiled triumphantly as he got off of you. “Yay, now tell me,” he said. You sat up, giving yourself a second for all of the blood to flow back to where it needed to be. “Calum, we’re both really going to regret me saying this,” you warned. “Babe you know you can tell me anything,” he pressed. “Yeah but this is different Cal…” you began drifting back into your thoughts. “Y/n, you’re my best friend in the whole world, always have been. Can’t be that bad.” “Calum what are we doing?” you asked. “Uhh… Sitting in bed?” he said tentatively. You couldn’t believe you were actually saying this. “No Calum, I mean us, like you and me. What are we doing?” you said as you pointed back and forth between the two of you. When he looked at you incredulously, you shook your head, regretting what you had said. You began twiddling your fingers, “Fuck, Cal I’m sorry… You wanted to know what I was thinking, I just—” “You have every right to wonder,” he said in an utterly calm voice. “But do I get an answer?” you pressed. “Fucking hell,” he said and he rubbed his hands over his face. “Why would you ask me this?” he said, raising his voice. You looked back at him, shocked. You’ve seen him angry before, but never at you. “What? I don’t understand, Calum you asked me to tell you, I-I was just being h-honest, I—” “Stop it! Okay? Just stop! I don’t know what you want from me dammit!” You got louder, on the verge of tears, “I want you, you asshole! Being your best friend just isn’t enough anymore! I need more. I need you fully, or not at all!” He stopped and pierced you with an ice cold glare. This wasn’t the Calum you knew, this was an entirely different creature altogether. “How about not at all,” he said in a chilling voice. He grabbed his shorts from the ground and walked out of the room, slamming the door as hard as he could. You began bawling, digging your face into the bed, fists torturing the pillows beneath you. You let out a scream, not giving a damn who heard or what came of it. You knew you shouldn’t have told him, you knew he would have freaked out.

You’re not sure when, but at some point you fell asleep. But unfortunately, the sting in your eyes and the pain in your heart served as a reminder of what happened mere hours before. No texts or calls from Calum, no knocks at the door. All of his things were just as he had left them. You quickly got dressed and went to knock on Ashton’s door. He opened the door and immediately pulled you in for a hug. Obviously he had heard what happened. “Ash I’m such an idiot. Why didn’t I just make something up? Why did I tell him the truth?” “Hey, shh, it’s okay y/n,” he said soothingly. “Don’t beat yourself up, okay love? He’s being a dick, alright? I’m sorry you had to go through this, but I’m going to talk to him once he’s cooled off,” he told you. “Thanks, you’re right,” you hugged him tighter. You stepped back and wiped the tears off of your face, looking at Ashton. “I’m leaving,” you told him hesitantly. “There’s not really anything left for me here, not right now at least. And it would be awkward if I stayed. I’m gonna head home a bit early,” you told him. “What? Y/n, you can’t, we need you! Calum needs you,” he begged. “No, Calum needs space right now. And it’s just a week. I would just be in the way…” “Are you sure this is what you want to do?” he asked. “Yes,” you nodded. “Pack your things, I’ll take you to the airport,” he said.

Present Day

You found yourself back in your apartment, completely losing track of time as you thought about what happened two weeks ago. You remembered you had been watching the live interview, you remembered how Calum’s answers broke your heart. You shut the laptop and decided to stop being miserable. You grabbed your favorite book and began reading. About half an hour in, you decided to get up to make some tea. Just then, you heard a knock at the door. “Calum?” you whispered as you touched your fingers to your lips. No way, that would just be wishful thinking. It was probably a friend of yours, could be a neighbor, maybe Ashton. Most definitely not Calum. You went to answer the door, and there he was in all of his disheveled glory. Messy hair, like he had been thinking too hard and he ran his fingers through his hair a countless number of times.  His eyes, red and puffy from crying. Why had he been crying? “Cal?” you said, opening the door wider. He immediately took that as an invitation and stepped in to wrap his arms around you. He dropped his head to fit in the crook of your neck, shoulder shaking as he took in a ragged breath, and let out his tears. You closed the door and let your arms reach around him, rubbing his back and shoulders, trying to get him to calm down. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay baby, you can let it out,” you said as you continued to rub his back. You managed to move to the couch where he sat next to you with his head on your lap, taking in ragged breaths. You sat like that for god knows how long, with his head on your lap and your hands moving in soothing motions on his head and back. When he stopped crying, you kissed him atop his head, causing him to turn a little to see you. “Cal, why are you crying? What happened?” you asked when he finally looked up. He shook his head, not wanting to say. “Calum Thomas Hood, tell me what’s wrong now,” you said sternly. He sat up, not quite looking at you, “You wanted to be serious. You wanted a relationship. It scared the shit out of me, y/n. Not because I can’t commit, but because I… I love you so damn much,” he said looking you in the eye. “I was at an interview and they asked me when I had my heart shattered in pieces and I had to keep this all in but I wanted to scream and shout and tell them all about the fight and how it broke my heart that you left and that I thought I’d never see you again. I can’t stand the thought of ever losing you again. These past two weeks without you have been torture, baby please don’t do this to me again. Stay with me, only me. Please, I can’t function without you. I fucking can’t. Please? Just be mine?” he was on the verge of tears again, and you couldn’t hold yours back much longer. You moved to straddle him and wrap your arms around him as tight as you could. He did the same, and after a few minutes of sitting like this, you heard him chuckle. “Is that a yes?” he asked. You wanted to strangle him for trying to make light of the situation, but God damn you loved this boy. You wiped the few tears that had escaped from your eyes. “Yeah, you big idiot. It’s a yes. Oh, and Calcium?” you said. He laughed at the childhood nickname and asked, “Yeah, princess?” You placed your hands on his chest and looked up at him, “I love you too. And I’m not going anywhere.”

Jack Gilinsky Imagine: New Girl pt. 5

Pt. 1: http://5secsofviners.tumblr.com/post/109147392689/jack-gilinsky-imagine

Pt. 2: http://5secsofviners.tumblr.com/post/109236881254/jack-gilinsky-imagine-new-girl

Pt. 3:
http://5secsofviners.tumblr.com/post/109340837669/jack-gilinsky-new-girl-pt-3

Pt. 4:
http://5secsofviners.tumblr.com/post/109433801829/jack-gilinsky-new-girl-pt-4

I sat down in my desk for English last period on Friday. “Hey Y/N, you comin tonight?” Nate asks as I pull my books out. “Coming to what?” I ask. “To Mike’s party tonight! There’s gonna be tons of booze and weed!” Sammy says. I let out a sigh. “I don’t know guys… I don’t drink or smoke… And I’m also not a party person.” I say to them. “What!? Who doesn’t like drinking, getting high and partying!?” Johnson asks. “Me. It’s just not my thing.” I say to them. “Guys, don’t pressure her into anything she doesn’t wanna do. Maybe you and I could hang out tonight or something.” Jack says, smiling at me. “No, Jack, go have fun!” I say to him, nudging his shoulder. “But I’d rather hang with you.” Jack says to me. “Okay, then. Your house after school?” I ask. Jack smiles at me, nodding his head.

-At Jack’s house-

“So what movie do you wanna watch now?” Jack asks, pulling up Netflix on his tv. “Oh! Let’s watch The Interview!” I say, as the movie pops up on the home screen. Jack laughs and presses play. I cuddle up into his side and grab a slice of pizza that had arrived minutes before. About 30 minutes into the movie, I hear slight snoring coming from Jack. I look up to see him passed out and I giggle to myself. I smiled at how cute he looked with his mouth slightly hanging open and his eyebrows furrowed together. I run my fingers through his hair and pull his body into mine and place his head on my chest. He cuddles into me in his sleep and I place a kiss on the top of his head. I sit there running my fingers through his hair when I hear the doorbell ring. I look at the time and see it’s almost 2 AM. I slip my body out from under Jack and walk down the stairs and open the door. Sammy, Nate and Johnson stumble in the house, all three clearly high and drunk. “YYY/NNN! You and Jack having fun? You guys using protection?!” Sammy slurs. “Sammy, Jack’s asleep! Why are you guys here?!” I whisper-yell at them. “Cops showed up and Jack lives the closest so we thought we crash here!” Nate yells. “SHHH! Not only is Jack asleep, but so is his whole family!” I say, trying to keep them down. “Y/N? What’s going on?” I hear Jack’s sleepy voice call. He walks down the stairs with his hair messy from me running my finger through it. “Dammmnnnn Y/N did you guys fuck!?” Nate asks, trying to keep his balance. “NO! Now Jack, would you please help me with these idiots?” I ask him. He laughs and helps me lead the guys into his guest bedroom. After we calm them down and get them to sleep, Jack and I return to his room. “I need to get home. I didn’t mean to stay here this long.” I say getting my stuff together. “No, Y/N, please stay.” Jack says, grabbing my hand and making me fall onto his chest. “Jack, I need to get home.” I say to him. “Please don’t go. Just tell your mom that you crashed at a friend’s place, cause it’s the truth.” He whispers to me as he cuddles into me. “Fine…” I sigh and lay my head on chest. I close my eyes and fall asleep within minutes.

-The Next Morning-

I wake up and freak out when I realize I’m not in my bed. I jerk up and fall out of the bed and look around. Where the hell am I? Then I see Jack sleeping on the bed and remember I stayed the night. I hear puking noises and walk down the hall to see Sammy puking into the toilet with a girl I didn’t recognize rubbing his back. She turns her head when she hears me and smiles at me. “Hey! You must be Y/N! I’m Molly, Jack’s sister. He talks about you all the time.” She says. “Oh, yeah I am Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” I say. “I would shake your hand but I’m kinda busy helping Sam.” She says, laughing. Sammy leans back from the toilet and runs his hand through his hair. “Please don’t ever let me drink that much again, ever!” He whines. “Sam, you say that every week.” Molly says, laughing. “This time I mean it.” Sammy says. “You also say THAT every week.” Molly adds. I giggle and walk into the guest bedroom to see Johnson taking pain killers and Nate laying on the ground shirtless rubbing his head. “I fucking hate hangovers.” He groans. Molly walks into the room with Sammy, who joins Nate on the ground seconds later. “I can second that.” Sammy says. “They’re so stupid. At least I don’t have to deal with Jack now. I guess I can thank you for that.” Molly says to me. I smile at her. “I may have gotten him away this one week.” I say laughing. I then go back to Jack’s room to see him leaning up in his bed, rubbing his face. “You know, this is probably the first Saturday morning in years that I haven’t spent puking my brains out.” Jack says as he hears me enter. “Bet it feels good, doesn’t it?” I ask him. He nods his head. “Definitely.” He says. “And that’s why I don’t drink.” I say to him.

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I’m sorry guys this sucks😂 I honestly have no idea why so many of you guys like this, I personally think it sucks cause I literally have no plan for it. I’m literally just kinda writing what comes to my head😂 anyway, thank you for supporting me in this though❤️ I love you all

Russell Tovey thanks his dad for not allowing him down the effeminate path.

I knew my aversion to Russell Tovey was warranted.  Y'all think I’m judgmental, but really, I’m just perceptive and I can smell the bullshit even through a TV screen.  Check out this cute little passage from Russell Tovey’s interview with The Guardian:

“I feel like I could have been really effeminate, if I hadn’t gone to the school I went to. Where I felt like I had to toughen up. If I’d have been able to relax, prance around, sing in the street, I might be a different person now. I thank my dad for that, for not allowing me to go down that path. Because it’s probably given me the unique quality that people think I have.”

Dammit, Dad!  Why didn’t you make me more manly?!

Oh wait, you forced me to play baseball when I didn’t want to.  You forced me to play football when I didn’t want to.  You forced me to go on construction jobsites with you when I didn’t want to.  You forced me to play with those terrible, bad-ass boys in the neighborhood (and get beaten up all the time) when I didn’t want to.

Maybe I was just meant to be a sissy and there was nothing my dad could have done about it and maybe Russell Tovey is a dick who pats his dad on the back for “making” him Grindr Masc.

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