a fyre festival au because i have 0 chill, set in the ‘marble hearts collide’ universe bc ria asked for like an 80k companion fic, and because 36 of you seemed to like the idea. basically: it’s half fyre and half ust denial jily and a Big Mess.
most of my info is off the snapchat stories, articles and tweets but i’ve also done a lot of exaggerating, so take all reference to the festival with a bit of salt
It’s Sirius’ idea because, if it involves a stupid waste of money and the promise of celebrity chefs, it will always be his idea. And, because it’s Sirius’ idea, James is in.
“It’s ridiculous,” Lily says, scrolling through the festival’s instagram.
“No, it’s luxury,” Sirius says and snatches his phone back, “you wouldn’t understand.”
Remus raises an eyebrow, “she practically lives with you, I think she understands what luxury is.”
“And waste of money,” Peter adds, helpfully.
“I can’t believe I let any of you into my house, when you’ve just come to insult me!” Sirius pouts, throwing himself dramatically back on the chaise.
“Criticise your money spending habits,” Remus corrects, and just manages to dodge a throw pillow Sirius launches at him.
‘What does Potter think, anyway?” Lily asks, looking down at her own phone.
“Why does Potter’s opinion matter?” Sirius retorts.
Lily is definitely avoiding eye contact, “It doesn’t.”
There’s a murmur of disbelief, and Lily scowls at her phone, knowing that if she looks up she’ll be accosted by five raised eyebrows, because only Sirius has learnt how to raise both separately.
“But, seriously, when is Prongs back?”
“Well, Moony, funny you should ask…” Sirius smirks, “he arrived last night.”
Lily’s head shoots up, “but -”
“But what Evans, not happy to see me?” A voice comes from the doorway, and they all turn to see James leaning, not as gracefully as Sirius would have, against the doorjamb with a smirk to match Sirius’ on his face.
“How long have you guys been planning that?” Peter asks, and he’s not as fast as Remus so a throw pillow hits him in the stomach.
Remus laughs, “probably longer than they’ve been planning this festival bullshit.”
“Losers,” Lily mutters, finally looking away from James, pretending that her phone screen is more interesting than the bit of chest his loosely tied dressing gown shows.
“Excuse me,” you mutter, as you push aside the young men and women to get to the gym entrance. Shouldering the next person gently aside as you approach the gym door, you hear an “Oi!” in return as he moves his gym bag, but you don’t stop to acknowledge the voice. He notices you, the way you move, and the way you casually ignore the situation. “Excuse me,” you respond wearily.
Harry pauses in signing autographs to check you out. Today, you saw a string of patients, and your shoulders are weighed down by their troubled souls. Your grey pencil skirt, black knit shirt, and high heeled black ankle boots mask the heaviness of your spirit as you stride with purpose. He can’t help but observe the sway of your ass in that skirt as your heels make it wiggle from side to side, although it’s mostly your exhaustion and the fact that your feet hurt that moves your hips rather than any desire to be seductive. His mouth and throat dry as he watches you reach for the gym door handle, shifting your bag higher on your left shoulder, pulling open the door with your right hand. Inside his jeans, he feels his cock twitch; the woman standing in front of him prods him with a salty “Sign it to Char, please,” as she flashes him a look at her cleavage in the push-up bra and low-cut shirt, drawing his attention back to the crowd around him. Why he bothered to start signing shit tonight escapes him at the moment. Now he’ll never get his full workout in. Taking a deep breath, he tells the group, “I’ll sign five more, and that’s it.” Over the years he’s learned to set boundaries.
Summary:He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?
I know by the circumstances that it will most probably be hard but try to act
as cool as possible-,”
“Oh my god, is that freaking
Jennifer Lawrence?” Nicole blurted out loud with such wide eyes they were
ready to pop out, making Luke almost want to smack his head in reaction.
Your eyes widened as well but it was in
a mix of surprise, shock and confusion at the same time. The cameras flashing
from the paparazzi were so harsh you were sure you would turn blind seconds
Now that the holidays have passed, figured I’d share a fun moment I had. This picture was taken a few days before Christmas. My good friend was in town (hey, @sjohn164) so we went in to Manhattan (I live in Queens) to shop and see the Star Wars exhibition, among other things. We were walking down a pretty deserted street and it was pouring out, when I spotted what I thought was a familiar face standing under an awning. I walked past her but stopped at the end of the street and told my friend I though that it was Anna Kendrick that we had just passed. I mean, I hadn’t gotten a really good look at her so how could I possibly know. Anyway, my friend wasn’t convinced and she didn’t want to go back but I couldn’t help but think about it. So I turned around (without my friend, which she regrets) and approached this woman. What do you know, it was Anna Kendrick and her brother(??) or some young guy. Ahhhhh!
She was so sweet and generous and asked for my name so she could greet me with it! Then she shook my hand, with her small dainty hands (they are so little!!) and we got to talking for a few minutes. When I asked if I could get a picture she asked if she could turn her hat around for it because it made her look cooler. She wished me well and told me to try to stay dry and we parted. Such a lovely person and I’m a big supporter. I meet a lot of A listers because of the work I do….but to finally meet an idol of mine just randomly on the street….that’s NYC for you.