John: brought those little popper things to throw at unsuspecting ppls feet. He is v frustrated to find that the trolls don’t jump at all bc they’re so used to hearing strange and sudden loud noises that this is baby shit to them. Of course, John simply takes this as a challenge to up the ante aka slip them into ppls shoes when they aren’t looking. “Hey uhhh Terezi why aren’t you wearing any shoes?” “I don’t know john, I just like to feel the earth beneath my humble feet”
Jade: lovesssss fireworks she found some old ones on her island once and tried setting them off but it was meh, these are so much better and everyone is here to share the experience with her! Helps Jane barbecue up some veggie burgers and some hot dogs for everyone and Definitely Does Not slip any of the scraps to the Becs. Nope. None. At all.
Dave: is decked head to toe in obnoxious USA gear. Has an American flag muscle shirt with an eagle dramatically superimposed in front of it. Has a head band with flags attached by boingy springs at the top. He is wearing red white and blue jorts and his regular sunglasses have been replaced by super shitty jpeg ones that spell USA. Karkat looks at him, utterly disgusted, and says Dave what the Fuck are you wearing. Dave. What the fuck. Also, those Strider boys sure do love sparklers because he and Dirk have All of the sparklers. All of Them.
Rose: as a light player, digs it. As someone who doesn’t want to be reminded of her land bc she didn’t complete her quest, not so much. But she has to be cool about it bc Kanaya has never seen fireworks before and fuck if she’s going to let her very Gay girlfriend, with whom she is in Lesbians, have her first fireworks soiled in ANY WAY. And if there’s a few fireworks that look like purple and green eldritch horrors,,,,it’s a coincidence. Maybe. Dave says hey rose uhh you didn’t have anything to do with those creepy as fuck looking ones did you. Rose flutters her lashes. Why, no Dave. Of course not. I have never ever done anything like that ever in my life ever. Smiles v sweetly.
Kanaya: first of all, is a little frustrated that apparently these “fireworks” are capable of multiple colors when they light up, but she’s not?? That doesn’t seem fair but whatever it’s Fine. Rose thinks she’s being sneaky about her anxiety around fireworks but Kanaya totally picks up on it and Very Subtly tries to comfort her. Ahem. Rose, I Understand That You Totally Do Not Feel Uncomfortable About This Situation, Wink Wink, But Allow Yourself To Feel Comforted By My Presence. Not That You Need It, Obviously. Your Human Emotions Are A Mystery To Me. (To those wondering if Kanaya winked physically or just said the word wink out loud, the answer is Yes).
Karkat: this is so stupid why do all the fireworks have colors. Where are the gray, nondescript fireworks. What if the fireworks don’t want everyone knowing their goddamn fucking business. “Dude, you might be overthinking this, they’re just fireworks” hey Fuck You, Dave, I don’t give a shit if they’re your MOTHER who I had HUMAN INTERCOURSE with last night even though she is SO MEDICALLY OVERWEIGHT. *whispering* (john did I do those “your human female ancestor” jokes right). John wipes away a single tear. Yes karkat, your “yo mama” jokes were great. They were perfect. I’m so proud.
Terezi: she absolutely did try to lick a sparkler. everyone watched, horrified, but she just sort of shrugged and went “meh”. She and Vriska are watching and feeling,,,a weird déjà vu kind of thing? Like maybe they’ve seen this before?
Jane: has been barbecuing up some good eats all day! She’s got veggie burgers for Roxy and Jade (and some snausages just in case), she’s got hamburgers for the trolls who actually prefer them as rare as possible because let’s face it, they’ve got the teeth of bloodthirsty carnivores. She has bratwurst for herself, hot dogs for Dave bc he’s a baby with no taste for fine food, and just a big assortment of stuff for everyone. Dirk helps cook and he’s got one of those weird anime girl aprons and it’s awkward for everyone involved.
Jake: burns himself on every single sparkler. every single one. Dagnabbit! These foolish things really are a trick to get going, aren’t they? Dirk just nods and agrees with him as he and Dave share nervous looks and hide their hordes of sparklers. Jake has successfully managed to burn every single finger and also a couple toes. Karkat laughs at him for being bad at this despite being unable to light any himself. They both receive pre lit sparklers and have a sparkler duel. It’s Bad. They smell like burnt hair for weeks after.
Dirk: Sparklers Georg, aka Dirk, who lights approximately 99,999 sparklers per celebration and is an outlier that should not have been counted, tells Jake uhhhh yes. They’re very tricky to light. You’re absolutely right and I am a Fool. He hides the 37 currently lit sparklers behind his back. Roxy begs him to put away his anime girl apron. Dirk. Dirk. Her titties. They’re so anatomically incorrect. You’re not even straight. Yes, he tells her. I know. That’s what makes it Ironic™. She throws her shoe at his head. John yells fuck! in the distance because there goes his secret poppers prank.
Roxy: definitely knew that john put the poppers in her shoes. Brought so many glow sticks and has to explain to Kanaya, no you can’t drink them. No I really don’t think that it will help you glow different colors. Please- oh god no. On the bright side, Kanaya’s tongue glows for the rest of the night. Watches the fireworks while sitting in a tree because Callie likes to feel tall.
Sollux: chills with Aradia in the back bc we all know that she loves to watch things blow up. Sollux kinda grumbles that it’s just a bunch of chemicals and science shit and it’s really not that impressive and I could probably do the same thing with my psiionics I’m just saying. Just putting that out there in case anyone wanted to know. Aradia smiles and pats his shoulder reassuringly. No one cares, Sollux. Just shut up and watch the fireworks.
hi. well i must say that part 1 went down pretty well, you all seemed to love it which makes me extremely happy! currently i’m working on part 3 and considering that harry styles just rocked up to the airport in a pair of glasses and a shirt that says “women are smarter” i am going to have to write about that too so get seated loves! i hope you’s will enjoy part 2, it’s really really fluffy and you will cry if you are sensitive. even if you aren’t you will shed a tear or two bc harry’s amazing. ok i shall stop rambling. hope you’s enjoy, don’t forget to like and follow and i think there’s an option to turn on my post notifications as well so if you don’t wanna miss out on cute harry stuff i suggest you turn it on 😘 lotta love, xoxo -b
was around 12 pm when Harry and I finished our time in the gym that Harry
desperately wanted to visit. He said it tends to help with his hangover and I
knew about that because he’s done it before, I just didn’t think it helps. For
me at least.
Once we got back from our work out session we both
showered then got into something comfy to go and hang out in with the others.
Harry was wearing blue shorts with a grey shirt that
had an eagle on the front, white sunglasses and a yellow snapback.
I think it was safe to say that he looked stunning.
Gorgeous. Absolutely breath-taking. Beautiful.
You get the gist.
While he was literally shining I was looking like
trash next to him but I didn’t mind because his beauty was enough for me too.
“I lost count on how many times I’ve caught you
staring at me just since we got back from the gym,” Harry told me as he laughed.
We were sitting on the grass because we liked to make
a show of ourselves in front of other people. It was chill as we were both
having a glass of champagne, not minding one bit that we just got over our
That’s how you roll when you’re a wedding guest,
“Can you blame me?” I asked him as I brought my glass
up to my mouth and took a sip of my cold and bubbly drink. It felt good as it
slid down my throat into my stomach, the coolness of it giving me a refreshing
feeling for a little while. “You’re quite possibly the prettiest human being
“You compliment me too much. It should be the other
way round,” he shook his head which I saw from the corner of my eye. “Sometimes
I feel like our roles are reversed.”
“Don’t know,” he shrugged. Wow, thanks for helping me.
“I just do. But I don’t mind. It feels good to have someone like you beside me.
Giving me compliments when I feel down and stuff, always making sure I’m
grounded. I’m glad to have you.”
“You’re gonna make me cry, stop,” I laughed. As the words
left his lips I just suck all of them in which totally messed with my emotions.
He just had his own way of making me feel all these things and I will never be
able to explain just what he does to me. “You deserve it all, honestly.”
“How much do you wanna bet that you’ll be the one to
get down on one knee?”
“I’ll be getting down on two tonight,” I blurted out
which caused him to just look at me with a smirk on his lovely features.
“Y’know what I meant you cheeky girl,” he squeezed my
thigh, his hand eventually going more and more up. “I swear you got more
confident ever since we got together.”
“Ever Since New York.”
“Your song, silly boy.”
“Still don’t know what you’re saying.”
“You said I got more confident ever since we got together. But those are not the lyrics to your
“Oh,” he said. “Oh my godness, baby, really?”
“I’m a proud girlfriend. Did you know that by the way?
I’m proud of you. Like, super-duper proud.”
“Thank you,” he smiled and leaned closer, his lips
touching mine in a sweet, champagne flavoured kiss.
A small moan escaped from me as he massaged his soft
and tender lips against mine, his tongue slightly tracing over my upper lip
causing me to open my mouth. Soon enough our tongues were slapping together and
tasting each other, the familiar taste of the champagne rolling off of his
sweet lips and tongue made my head spin and body shake.
Our kiss started off totally innocent then ended up
quite heated. But I loved it. Every time Harry and I kissed I just fell in love
with him more and more.
The heated moment was interrupted when a ball was
thrown our way, our lips parting ways quickly with a smacking noise. My cheeks
were turning slightly pink as I licked my lips and turned my head where Harry
“Harry, play with me!” the little girl asked him, well, more like demanded then soon enough she ran away.
She was basically in love with Harry. Her name was
Lily one of the men’s daughters, only 5 years old if I remember correctly. She
was the cutest little girl I have seen in a long time; her neediness for
Harry’s attention reminded me a bit of myself.
I looked back to Harry who was laughing as he was
already staring at me with his eyes, licking his lips which caught my attention
His lips were pink, shiny and kissable. Whenever he
would talk I’d sometimes just zone out and admire his mouth, the way he forms
each word is just absolutely mesmerising to me.
Well, everything he does is mesmerising to me.
“Guess I better go and play,” he laughed before
pecking my lips softly. I put my hand on the side of his neck, biting into my
lower lip as I scanned over his face not missing one bit before seeing his
little side smirk appear alongside his dimples. “You’re literally obsessed with
me, aren’t you, pretty girl?”
“I just love you. I’m in love with you. Badly,” I told
him what he probably already knew. Wow I loved him so much I would jump off a
cliff for him if it meant he’ll be happy for the rest of his life and nothing
bad will happen to him.
“I love you so much,” he said as he pressed a kiss to
my forehead then got up to play with Lily.
And if I wasn’t an emotional mess before than I sure
as hell turned into one the moment they started to play.
Harry had his phone in one hand while his champagne
glass was in the other one and Lily was just chasing after him as he jogged in
front of her. Their laughter added to the vibe of the people who were already
talking and it made the atmosphere livelier and more welcoming to those who
only just got to where we were.
Moments later Harry gave me his phone as he continued
to play with the little girl. When he bopped her nose and she laughed then he
joined in as well my whole heart melted like a big block of butter in the hot
weather and I couldn’t stop the semi-loud “aw” rushing out of my mouth.
That was honestly the cutest fucking thing ever.
Lily was so small and Harry was so tall and gorgeous
and the way he just messed around with the little girl was so adorable and all
I wanted to do was get pregnant and give him a baby. I know I sound crazy but honestly.
He was so damn adorable I wanted to cry in happiness.
He was just the man of my dreams. No, wait, scratch that.
Harry was better than any man in any of my dreams
ever. Harry was something else.
He was better than anyone I have ever met, he raised
my expectations and standards to an unhealthily high bar and I almost felt
stuck up for it.
I loved him so much it was quite pathetic and indescribable;
he made me so happy I sometimes wondered what my life was like before I got to
“What are you thinking, pretty girl?” his voice was so
close to me I almost jumped out of my skin. I wasn’t expecting him to be next
to me but I guess my thoughts totally drowned me.
“Nothing much,” I answered finally as I looked up to
“Alright, if you say so,” he sat back down next to me,
pushing his sunglasses up so that they were resting on his head on top of his
snapback. “We have a dinner to attend tonight. Would you do me the honours of
being my date for it?”
“I would absolutely love that,” I told him smiling
which he returned. “You get tanned so easily I’ll have to get my game on.”
“You’re so fucking competitive,” he shook his head
“I am. Do you have a problem with that?” I asked back
“No just know that I will not let you win. I will be
tanner than you are by the time we are going home.”
“Is that what you think?” I raised one of my eyebrows,
challenging him. “Fifty quid when we get home?” I put my hand out, knowing full
well he’s gonna have to pay.
We’ve done this before when we were in LA and I was
twenty quid richer when we got back home. I had to raise the bar by thirty to
make some profit.
“Alrighty, miss,” he took my hand and shook it. “Fifty
quid right as we land at Heathrow.”
I winked at him, lifting up my new glass of champagne
and taking a sip. I can’t wait to spend that fifty quid on shit that I don’t even
Description: While waiting for their flight to leave, Cole and the reader share a moment during an Instagram livestream. The next day, a question received by a fan during a panel interview brings new feelings to light that worry the reader.
I nodded my head with a yawn. “Yep let’s get this show on the road.”
Lili tapped the button on her Instagram page that started a live stream. The number in the top right corner started increasing rapidly. “Hey what’s up guys? I’m here with my dear friend (Y/N) this morning and we are at the airport waiting for our plane to board.”
“It’s raging yo,” I added waving a peace sign.
“No guys but seriously this airport couldn’t be more dead. It is,” Lilli stopped talking and checked her watch. “6:07 am and our flight is scheduled to take off at 6:45. So we figured why not answer some questions while we sit and wait for the rest of the cast to show up.”
I nodded my head in agreement. “Yea so send us any questions you have for us and we’ll try to answer them. Also, why are there over a thousand people watching this right now? Go to bed guys there’s no need to be up this early on a Saturday.”
A/N: I wrote another version of this on my other account, except it was a Kol Mikaelson imagine, and I really wanted to do it again, but with Tyler, so here it is! I was thinking I could do a part two for this maybe? If you guys want it inbox me!
Someone asked where the college au for this post was and then, naturally, I couldn’t stop thinking about it and now here we are. (Except instead of a Rolling Stones shirt, it’s the ever famous Eagles shirt.)
“What the hell are you wearing?”
Harry whirls around to face his roommate
with a frown. He’s a bit taken aback by how shocked Louis sounds. “What?”
“Does that say Eagles?” Louis asks, although they both know that he already knows
the answer. “And why the hell would you
wear that to the party of the year?
I mean- I’m all for wearing comfortable clothing, and tees like that are pretty
much a staple for me, but it’s not exactly your style, mate.”
Harry rolls his eyes as his friend plops
himself down on the end of his bed.
“Where are your floral blouses? Your sheer
tops that show off your nips? Your ruffles?”
“Remind me again why I’m friends with you?”
Louis smirks. “Because we’re roommates. You
don’t really have a choice, mate.”
Harry adds this moment to a long list of
moments in which he’s regretted agreeing to move in with Louis two years ago.
“Also, since when are you into the Eagles?”
The long-haired boy shrugs. “Since last
“And you immediately went out to buy a
shirt because you loved them that much?”
“I mean- It’s just a shirt,” Harry says as
casually as he can. He turns around, then, mostly to avoid Louis’ suspicious
gaze – and he takes the opportunity to grab his wallet off of his desk. “You
“Oi, hang on,” Louis murmurs thoughtfully.
“This is about that bloke from the other day, isn’t it? What was his name-
“Ha! It is
about Blondie,” Louis cheers, looking smug.
Harry almost regrets finding out Niall’s
“I had a feeling you had a thing for him.
Never took you for the type to go out and buy a shirt just because he said
they’re his favourite band though.”
“Shut up,” Harry scoffs as he leaves the
bedroom. (Leaving the room accomplishes very little, though, given the fact
that Louis follows him.)
going to the party? Is that why you’re wearing this, and not some sort of garden on your chest?”
“I’m ditching you the second we get there.”
Louis snickers. “Who knew that Harry Styles would become completely
predictable when he actually fancies
“Scratch that, I’m disowning you instead.”
He’s just about to open the front door when Louis claps a hand on his shoulder,
which stops him in his tracks.
“In all seriousness, Harold, I think the
plan is brilliant. There’s no way he won’t notice that shirt.”