#lys’s 300 follower sleepover

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

MINORS DNI! Mentions of sex but no smut.

Light begins creeping through the window blinds as the sun rises over the Nueva York’s skyline, conveniently hitting your face as you begin to stir awake. Still groggy from the lack of sleep, you barely registered the bulky arm that was laid over your bare waist. More focused on the fact your entire body was sore from head to toe, your hips mostly.

You were about to crawl out from the bed you were on when previously mentioned arm, tighten around you and pulled you back until your back collided against the naked and slightly sticky chest of your ex.

“Where do you think you're going, hmm?” When was the last time you heard Miguel voice that raspy? You didn’t know but it made butterflies appear nonetheless.

“It’s Friday, It’s my week with Gabi. I have to go pick her up from that sleepover and I don’t plan on going all sweaty. I need to go home and shower.” You finally break away from his hold to collect your clothes from their spot on the top of his drawer.

Your words seem to bring Miguel back down to reality of your situation after last night’s events. Just because you two had sex for the first time in years doesn’t automatically mean you were back together yet. You weren’t his girlfriend still, and despite swearing he saw the milky way behind his eyelids during the last round before he collapsed on top of you, he knew you weren’t going to want to rush into it again after you had caught Henry cheating, even if you and Miguel and you had so much history.

“You can shower here.” Miguel quipped as he slowly got up from the bed, making a mental note to change his sheets later. “I think I might have some of your old clothes lying around.”

You hesitated as you thought about it, usually you wouldn’t, didn’t want to intrude in his space (acting as if you didn’t still feel him in your guts) until you nodded.

“Okay fine… just because I’m already here.” You sighed as you made your way towards his bathroom, oblivious to his eyes following your form.

—

Part 6<< [NSFW]

Part 7<<

He’s baaaaack.

Not proofread.

Word count: 300

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[lilyacorn]

Yandere knight x gn! Royal reader!

An- i got a famous little trope in it ehhehe

Ty for nearly 300 followers and! If this post gets more than 40 likes in one day, i’ll DO yandere butler or archer tom!

Yandere knight- who was a normal knight patrolling the night of the kingdom. Excited and ready to contribute and never! Do anything against the rules! Hehehehe

Yandere knight- who was minding his own business until a certain someone bumped into him… “Ah! who-“ as he looked at you…

Yandere knight- who looks around, wondering why the royal princess/prince is in a cloak running away from a bunch of guards. “wha-“ with a confused expression a little bit of blush heheh

Yandere knight- who takes another look at your face before hiding you behind his back from his subordinates asking where you were! “Theyre over there!” While pointing at the mf wall- i’m sorry! Theyre just soo- ahhh~ while whining and apologizing to his peers for lying internally.

Yandere knight- who was about to finally bring you back to the palace until you looked at him with those pleading “But! You must go back!” With a determined but indecisive look. (stop looking at him with that look! JUST UGHHHH!)

Yandere knight- who pouts when you look at him like that! The demon and the angel on his shoulders are arguing so hard! “I- uhm…” while whining softly like a puppy. But… they’re running away! I should bring them! but the look on their face, Its so- UGHH

Yandere knight- who questions why you were running away and frustrated brows when you mention the arranged marriage you never wanted! “I- thats so mean!” With a frustrated look. How could anyone treat you like that?! I’d treat them so much better- fuck! the hell are you talking about?! while denying his feelings internally.

Yandere knight- who offers to bring you to his home after seeing your pitiful expression! “Do you wanna stay with me for the night? I-i mean its unsafe for a royal to be alone right now!” With a nervous smile. His cheeks are burning up~

Yandere knight- who is worried what would happen if you accepted a random person’s invite but they were a bad person! Good thing, you’ll be with him. Forever

Yandere knight- who gets embarrassed when you enter his home! Its not as lavish as the palace but hopefully its good enough for your tastes! “Anhaha sorry that its not soo great uhm…” an awkward and embarrassed expression. He’ll earn more for a proper house you can have with him

Yandere knight- who flusters and IMMEDIATELY offers for him to sleep on the floor instead of the bed! “I- i’ll sleep on the floor you sleep on the bed!”

Yandere knight- who flusters when you didn’t mind sleeping on the bed with him “oh but-“ he rambles excuses on why he can’t! Its improper for a gentleman!

Yandere knight- who’s eyes widen and turns quiet when you chuckle at his rambling. “I…” in awe as he looks at the moonlight reflecting on your figure as you chuckled.

Yandere knight- who balls up his fist and goes quiet while looking away and nodding with blush on his cheeks and ears…

Yandere knight- who gets on the bed with you and can’t even move with your leg rubbing against something~ Oh my fucking- FUCK

Yandere knight- who’s heartbeat is rising terribly fast thats not the only thing rising ehe

Yandere knight- who breaks the silence and asks how long you’d stay in his house after all, nothing is forever. Except his love “…how long will you stay?” While whispering it to your ear as if this was a sleepover-

Yandere knight- who hopes you’d stay longer! Maybe forever… please PLEASE

Would you stay for more nights reader?

[unsaidholland]

🦦- the reader is dating Tom and meets his family for the first time. Nikki polls the reader aside and thanks her for showing Tom what true love is like, saying she is sure they are soulmates. A few years later he proposes to her on a family vacation. Sorry if that was super straight forward and congrats!

thank you anon!

🦦- blurb request!

mother knows best | t. holland

“everything’s going to be fine, y/n, you don’t have to be scared!” tom had said, but no amount of reassurance was going to make you feel better about meeting his family for the first time. you had met tom when he was filming in your city. he had gone to the coffee shop you were working at to get the casts coffee orders, and before either of you knew it, he had become a regular just to see you. you had developed a crush on him as well, and lucky for you he had said yes when you asked him out on a date.

now, a few months later, after filming had taken a long awaited break, here you and tom were standing out front of his parents house, waiting to be let in. he had said it was okay for the two of you to just go in, but you insisted that you ring the doorbell to be let in. nikki opened the door, her face lighting up immediately upon seeing you.

“hi honey! you must be y/n,” she greeted you. you smiled back and accepted the hug. she led you inside the house, completely disregarding tom. she loved her son, but you were currently more important. she led you to the living room where you met tom’s dad, grandparents, and paddy who you hadn’t met until then. you’ve spent time with the twins prior due to the countless nights spent at the pub with them.

later after lunch was finished and the boys were out back, kicking a ball around with paddy, you were found in the kitchen helping nikki clear up. you washed the dishes as she dried them and put them away. the small talk helped you relax and forget about the residual nerves that were stubborn.

“you know, i’m really glad you’re with tom,” nikki had said, flat out. you were confused, you didn’t bring anything to the table.

“he is amazing, if anything i’m the lucky one.” you said nothing but the truth. he was genuinely the most amazing boyfriend you’ve ever had.

“you know y/n, girl to girl, i don’t think he’s ever known what love is until he met you.” nikki was quite observant with her son and his body language around you. anyone could tell that he looked at you as if he had the whole universe in front of him. anyone could tell that he treated you as if you were one of the only things that mattered to him, you were held up on a pedestal. nicola thought that tom became more patient and selfless than he already was after he met you, she knew that he had found the one. “you’re his soulmate,” she had mumbled, quiet yet loud enough for you to hear.

“we’re soulmates?” you stopped washing the plate in your hand, turned off the water and looked at the ginger haired woman only to see her nodding with glee.

•••

the breath was sucked out of your lungs as tom got down on one knee, velvet box open in his hand and a beautiful, silver engagement ring sitting in the middle of it. his family had been watching secretly as he began to propose.

“y/n i had always thought i knew what true love was, but it wasn’t until i met you that i realized what love truly was. you showed me what it was like to have someone give their all to you, and to do so in return with no fear. you showed me that love is patient, selfless, and overall kind. i am so grateful to have spent the last few years with you, and if you would, i’d like to spend the rest of my life with you. will you marry me?” tears welled up in both of your eyes. you looked around the beach only to see it was empty. the moment was truly perfect for you, no cameras, no unsolicited viewers, just the two of you. he was all you needed.

“yes, a million times yes.” he smiled, and jumped up to kiss you. the kiss was filled with pure love. his lips melded with yours as if you truly were beginning to turn into a union. he pulled away and smiled, tear streaks staining both of your cheeks as he slid the diamond ring onto your finger.

his family came out of hiding after they saw him slip the ring onto your finger, immediately engulfing the both of you into hugs. they all held their hands out sequentially to see the ring that tom had given you.

“what did i tell you?” nikki said, a smile on her faith that told you that she had been completely faithful and filled with hope regarding her initial prediction. you should’ve known to trust her in the first place, after all, mother knows best.

[frankcastlescumslut]

congratulations on 300 my lovely 🫶🏻 for your celebration im humbly requesting 🌸 with my darling matthew murdock and the following prompt: tying your lover's tie

thank you so much Rhi 🥺 big hugs<3

pairing: matt murdock x fem reader

summary: interrupted date night!!! boo!!!

“Aww. Go to hell.”

The roughness of his voice surprises you, causing your brows to raise incredulously. He ends the call with a quickness before stuffing the phone into his back pocket, noting the slight huff of air that leaves through your nose as the tap of your heels against the floor signals your approach.

“Hell, huh? Ouch.” You try to hide a smirk as your palms run against his sturdy chest, and he relaxes into your touch.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Didn’t mean for you to hear that.” A blush threatens to blossom against his cheeks at your remark, slightly embarrassed at his interpretation of vulgarity.

“Don’t apologize, it was kinda hot.” The smile that plasters against your face is so radiant that Matt swears he could feel warmth roll off of you.

You weren’t lying, that much he could tell by the steadiness of your heartbeat. There was something exciting and almost tantalizing when Matt’s inhibitions were forgotten, and while you did enjoy the remark, you can’t help but wonder what could have prompted his response.

It’s as if he were able to read your mind, which, he practically could by the way you hummed to yourself and twirled the loose tie around your finger.

“It was nobody important,” he meant it. “You ready to go?” His hands found their place against the small of your back, enjoying the feel of the silk dress that accentuated your frame.

“You sure?” You knew it was Elektra- she was one of the only people that could pull that kind of response from your lover. You try not to compare yourself to her or even hold judgment, but it proved to be a difficult task when your regularly scheduled date nights had been interrupted.

He could sense your uneasiness as your head dropped, avoiding his distant gaze at all costs.

“I’m sure.” Lips press against your forehead and you relax into the sincerity of the gesture with an exhale.

“I’ll kill em, you know.” The length of his tie shortens as you mindlessly loop it around your fingers, knotting it with an accomplished smile. It’s crooked, you never claimed to be an expert, but Matt adorns your work with pride.

“You say that every time.” He chuckles, his own smile radiating as he motions for the door, happily anticipating the long awaited date night. You can’t help but laugh at his remark, quickly grabbing your purse and shuffling towards him as he wait nears the entrance of the apartment.

��And I mean it every time.”

thank you thank you for the ask🤍 I love soft Matt

join my sleepover!

[ameliasbitvh]

ahhhh! thank you all soso much for the 300 followers! i just hit 200 last week?! how are there 300 of you? i honestly don’t know, but i started this account as a place to just read smut and then i decided to post on here. the reason why my first post was angst was because i was being a slut for angst to feel something in those few moments- okay i’ll stop myself right there. for this milestone i’m going to do mutual appreciation for the moots i’ve interacted with the most so far! (if we’re moots and u wanna interact pls do, i’m not scary!)

okayy first up,

@underappreciated-spoon-321

i love you so much bby, i could not believe it when you followed me. i was legit crying happy tears and i specifically remember you followed me after i posted “needy” random lol.

your writing is immaculate, absolutely lovely. ur smut *chefs kisses* i love that you put up with my shit photos that i send you and that you actually ask for more- but it baffled me when you first interacted with me, this was my reaction

*deep breath* “omfg! (ur username) just interacted with me, wtf do i do?!” also ur nick name reminds me of belly from dear, draco.

i’m not writing a lot, bc for your sleepover i wrote you a damn paragraph 😭 but i love u sm belly!! 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

@dracoskinks

ARI! i love talking to you, bc i can talk about anything and when i say anything i mean anything. like kinks, porn, random draco scenarios, etc… you are one of the funniest people i have seen on this app.

ur blunt and funny at the same time, it just makes it more fun to talk to you. ur smut is soso good, bc i don’t find a lot of smut with a dom!reader and sub!draco.

i remember you followed me, so out of curiosity i checked out your blog and saw your piss kink fic and that did it for me. after that i followed you back and we became moots ajnwja. when ur first account got terminated you scared me so fucking much, because i thought you were going to leave tumblr forever. don’t. ever. play. like. that. again. i’m glad we became moots bc i fucking love you <3

@opalsheart

I LOVE YOU SM! i think u were the first moot that i interacted with in direct messages, bc you had tea to spill, and ever since than we’ve been #4lifers. you send me edits and hate on t*m felton with me on instagram. you were the first mutual to know what i looked like lmaoo. u r an absolute goddess, bestie, like what- i know that you can pull anyone you want, so stop playing when you talk about someone.

even though we have a fucking 12 hour time difference, we still find time to talk to each other. it is so fun talking with you and the fact that when we talk it’s night for one of us. you let me send that stupid tik tok of ed sheeran and t*m felton to you and it probably haunts your dreams now ajnwajsj-

i appreciate that you study ur MF ass off for your exams, bc i could never. and you even send me those cute memes when i wake up- also we better be watching those true crime documentaries, bc i’m still waiting. idc if we have a time difference :) anyways ILY SM ELLIE !! <3

@laceycallisto

okay- where do i even get started with this. we first interacted when i reblogged that draco fan fic and we reblogged talking about how desperate we were trying to find that iconic fic. and i forgot that the creator could see all the reblogging we were doing- you texted me directly about adding my name into your tags, which obviously i agreed to. then we just started talking about random shit like how we were superior because we were june geminis. or how we talked about being in love with remus lupin.

i have vivid flash backs of how your remus fic hurt me. i cried my false lashes off proof reading janajaj- bestie- you’ve seen me cry ajnwja- your writing is ethereal, i don’t know how you can see that? your so nice too, like girly u gave me ur netflix within like a day of knowing each other 💀 we watched bridgerton in two mother fucking sittings. we ate that bridgerton hoe up!

all ur input on the scenes were so funny like the “with child” and “dicking” comments 😭 i love how it’s so easy to talk to you about everything, like how dumb i am- even talking about the privilege of being poc and not burning in the sun. bruh u even let me tag u in dumb tik tok videos, like what?! and i think your the only mutual i have that’s in the same time zone as me… also we better binge the next season. but ily sm, ur like my older sister, even if u say ur life is shitty 😭 <3

@dracomalfoys-wh0re

honestly, kacia. i owe a lot to you for my account being “found” or whatever, bc you reblogged a fic of mine, i’m pretty sure it was “common room” and that’s when i started getting notes and followers najajwjwj- you might not know that but i do 💀 i will forever remember that.

you literally were one of the first accounts ever- to follow me. and i won’t lie, i went crazy when u followed me because i love your fics so much! you are so funny and blunt too i swear 😭

and can we talk about your tom riddle fic? like?!the fact that you really showed tom’s true personality and character. every world had me enthralled further into the fic, the way you wrote him is exactly how i think tom riddle would act towards his s/o. his toxicity and gaslighting is too accurate.

moving on from the discussion of your fic, which is amazing, ily sm babe!!

@yoooespinosa

we’ve interacted a few times and when u texted me directly saying that you thought i was sweet, i literally went, “omg- people think i’m sweet” in a good way, not bad jkwajjw- can i just get started on your writing, because oh. my. fucking. god. it is the most captivating and heart breaking thing i’ve ever seen- the emotions that you put into every word completes the entire fic. every angst piece that you have written, made me cry or made something inside me just twist with sadness. it is truly lovely and magnificent.

how do ur fics not get thousands of notes? because everyone should see what you write, it’s unfair that others haven’t seen your fics. when u explained your dream to me, i swear you practically wrote a whole fic 😭

i remember u said that you wanted to do a face reveal, but we’re scared. bestie what are you scared of? you look like an ANGEL!! and if anyone were to disagree, they are obviously blind. but ily bestie <3

@o-rion-sta-r

BESTIE BAE ORION i love you so much!interacting with you is honestly so fun. and i remember like literally yesterday we were trying to figure out ari’s time zone and we were freaking out. you, ari, and me all have a fucking time difference 😭 it sucks so much!

at least every day you ask me how my days been and i think that’s so sweet, because before i got on tumblr people didn’t ask that question. i appreciate that you ask me that and just random questions in general, because i love interacting with you so much. and you should start writing bby! i will reblog anything you write, also ily sm <3

@ilygw

we don’t talk a lot, but you seem like a fun person! i love seeing all the edits you post on here, bc honestly i need more ferret boy content. i know there is a lot, but i feel like i’ve seen all of them. until i see you posting a new edit and i’m like, “okay… i guess i haven’t seen every draco edit” but that’s all i have lol, ly!!

@arcaneslut

to be honest, you seemed so intimidating to me. i know you said you’re not, but to me you seemed really scary even though i knew you weren’t 😭 i just interacted with you recently and you are so sweet i swear! i love all ur fics, especially “and then i felt nothing” because when i read this fic you better believe i was crying so hard- to the point where i couldn’t breath- everything was written so beautifully, i couldn’t believe it.

i love how one thing we share in common is losing our phones 💀 but i just wanted to say thank you for explaining the whole sleepover and celebration things to me! even tho we just started interacting i already love u!!

moots bc i’m in love with all of them: @just-a-smol-spoon @dreamy-clousds @dracoskinks @unedibledaisyduck @thatsassyhufflepuff @a-aexotic @l0vely-lupin @gothboutique @wolfstar4lifee @littlemissnoname13 @deatthfairy @arcaneslut @ladyvesuvia @laceycallisto @dracossweetprincess @the-lonely-poet-loves-to-weep @realityblocked @harmqnia @yoooespinosa @opalsheart @lilscloud @cupids-crystals @mellifluousart @lunas-kisses @malfoysmainb @klauscarolove @crystxlss @beforeoursunsets @marrymetheonott @queeriacs @electriclocean @dlmmdl @o-rion-sta-r @sfdlm @ilygw @desiredmalfoy @underappreciated-spoon-321 @draco-and-tom @hellounicorn @mugglesthesedays @dracomalfoys-wh0re

if i didn’t tag u it’s bc i can’t tag more than 50 blogs :(

[vivianweasley]

You Belong With Me (Fred Weasley x Reader)

Prompt: this is a song blurb for my 300 sleepover requested by @brookewritesstuff and the prompt is You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift! Hope you guys would like it:) Flashback in italics!

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mention of injury (umbridge), tiny tiny bit of angst?

Word count: 970 (I got a little carried away, but I really hope I didn’t rush through things! though I think I still did)

Please do NOT repost my work or translate it on another site without permission! Thank you! Reblogs and comments are always welcomed:)

“Y/N, do you think I’m immature and irresponsible?” Fred suddenly asked.

“Sometimes, yea. Why?” You were busy attending to his wounded hand that you failed to see the defeat in his eyes.

“Do you think I’m mean?”

It was an almost inaudible sigh, but this time you heard it. “Freddie, what’s wrong?” 

“Well, I told her that me and George were planning to leave school early and she just sort of lost it? She said I’m immature and irresponsible and she started to say that my jokes are always mean...and we just...we just broke up...”

“You what?” You'd be lying if you said you weren’t waiting for this day, but this was not how you imagined it to be.

“I just...maybe she’s right, you know?”

His defeated look broke your heart. “Freddie, I don’t think leaving the school is immature or irresponsible. Sure, it’s a risky move, but I think it’s also bloody brilliant and brave that you’re following your dream.”

“You do?”

You could see the lights returning to his eyes and that encouraged you to continue, “I do! And you’re far from being mean when you comforted those younger students.”

“Thanks love, don’t know what I’d do without you.” You looked up and your eyes met. His warm brown eyes and his smile never failed to make your heart flutter and you cursed yourself for always having a weak spot for Fred.

Your family and the Weasleys have been neighbors for years, making you and the twins childhood friends. But your feeling for Fred Weasley was always more than just friendship. You didn’t know when did all of this begin, but you were already deeply in love with him before you had the chance to escape.

Being friends with him for basically all of your life made you believe that you were indeed the one for him. You knew all about him, his silly childhood stories, his favorite songs, and his dreams. You understood his jokes and you could make him laugh just as easily as he could make you laugh.

Yet, he only saw you as a friend, a family member even, and you could do nothing about it. All you could do was attending to his wounds and listening to him complain about his relationship issues just like what you were doing right now. Though you really wish one day, maybe just for one day, he would finally realize that you were the one for him, that you two were meant for each other.

“You’re welcome.” You finished tying the bandage into a neat ribbon, “but could you please not get hurt anymore? At least before you leave Hogwarts? You know, so I don’t have to bind up another wound.”

He replied with a soft smile, “I’ll consider that.” 

------

It was finally the big day, when Fred and George were about to create a big explosion as their final show in Hogwarts, and you were helping them with preparation. 

“Go now, I can take care of the rest.” You said while placing another portable swamp on the way to Umbridge’s office

“Thanks, Y/N!” George hugged you and took off.

But Fred was standing right there, staring at you with an expression you couldn’t understand.

“What’s wrong?”

“Marry me.”

“What??”

“That came out wrong. What I meant was-I just wanted to tell you this before I leave. I was so stupid before, but I’ve finally realized that I just couldn’t do it without you. I love you, Y/N, not just as a friend. You belong with me. I know everything about you just like how you know everything about me, and I love everything about you. We belong with each other. And if you agree with me, could you please be my girlfriend?”

After that day, Fred has thought about a lot of things. He has always thought of you as a friend and it was simple that way. But maybe it was more than friendship when he felt jealousy consuming him, when he saw you dancing at the Yule Ball with someone else. Maybe it was more than friendship when his mind wandered to dreaming about you being his wife, when you were fixing his tie or attending to his wound. He was just too dumb to realize it just now.

He has also asked for George’s opinion and George said, “Brother, you and Y/N were basically pining after each other for years! And you were the only one who doesn’t know. Well, the only one besides Y/N.” 

Ginny nodded too and this made Fred feel even more stupid. All those years wasted with wrong people, when the one meant for him was right beside him all along.

You didn’t know how long you’ve been waiting for this moment. Maybe this was just a dream. Or maybe this is just another prank. But his eyes told you that he meant every word he said.

You felt butterflies dancing in your stomach, maybe even some tears forming in your eyes, when you finally managed to reply, “Thought you’d never ask!”

------

Fireworks were exploding in the school as Fred and George flew by, and you were just so proud to be a part of something so grand and epic.

"If anyone fancies buying a Portable Swamp, as demonstrated upstairs, come to number 93, Diagon Alley - Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes ...Our new premises! And the biggest thank you to Y/N! She’s the best girlfriend I could ever ask for!" Fred winked as he blew a kiss to you.

You giggled and sent a kiss back, still couldn’t believe this was really happening.

In a wave of cheering and applauding, they flew out of Hogwarts and flew to their dream lives. And you couldn’t wait to be reunited with your boyfriend in just a few months.

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[theparanormalperiodical]

The TRUE Story Behind Friday The 13th (1980), And America’s 7 Most Haunted Campsites & Lakes That Will Definitely Ruin Your #VACAY

It was sometime around midday when Nils Gustafsson’s body was found on the shore of Lake Bodom. The 18 year old was alive, however, despite his broken jaw and the concussion. 

The three people lying next to him were not.

In the early hours of June 5th 1960, Nils, Irmeli Bjorklund, Tuulikki Makiwer, and Seppo Boisman were attacked by an unknown person armed with a knife whilst camping at one of Finland’s most serene tourist spots.

12 years later, a former suspect confessed to the crime. The local kiosk keeper was known to be irritated by the presence of the youngsters in the area and it was assumed he took his rage into his own hands.

He alleged that he did indeed commit the murders in a suicide note before drowning himself in the lake that overlooked them. His wife has since provided evidence that refutes this.

This tragic story is still under investigation to this day, with the sole survivor being put up for trial for killing his own girlfriend and her friends himself. But what makes this tale quite so terrifying is that we’ve heard this story before.

We’ve read it on r/nosleep, we’ve heard it at a sleepover, and we’ve told it round the campfire. We’ve even seen it on the TV, too.

It’s been 41 years since the terrifying events at Camp Crystal Lake were recounted in the horror classic Friday The 13th (1980). But what happened at Lake Bodom is not the only time the stories we tell around the campfire actually happened. And right by the crackling logs, too.

Today we unmask the dark inspiration behind Friday The 13th and make some smores at the most haunted campsites in the US, each with their own tale as terrifying (and tragic) as what happened at Camp Crystal Lake.

First, Let’s Recap Horror’s Most Iconic Franchise, Friday The 13th

It’s not easy to summarise a franchise lumbered with 12 films, a TV series, and a gaggle of video games following in close pursuit. But I’ll try.

This American horror franchise follows Jason Voorhees, a serial killer who drowned as a child at Camp Crystal Lake while the camp councillors were having *sex*. Following this tragic event, the lake was rumoured to be cursed according to the superstitious locals and became the setting for several mass murders carried out by Jason or in his name.

It was one of the original slasher flicks released in an attempt to cash in on the success of Halloween (1978) and was actually the highest grossing horror franchise of all time - until about 3 years ago.

The reboot of it’s arch nemesis, Halloween (2018), left Jason in the shadow of Michael Myers.

The franchise starts by introducing us innocent viewers to the mysterious folklore surrounding Camp Crystal Lake when the new councillors rock up to revamp it. Then Jason Vorhees’ mother starts pickin’ em off one by one in vengeance for the death of her son who was born on - yep, you guessed it - Friday the 13th.

There’s actually not much mention of the date in the franchise, with some claiming only on his birthday does Jason commits the murders. But this is what’s so great about the films: at its core it’s a story told around the fire by American kids at summer camp. 

Just like ‘The Hook’ or ‘Killer In The Backseat’, Jason’s murder spree fits a simple plot line copy-n-pasted for urban legends. There’s a mysterious killer with a mysterious motivation who does terrible things at a mysterious location.

We see the events of these baseless stories happen in the grainy footage of the 80s and the pierce-your-eyeballs HD of 2009, right where the stories are typically told. It’s meta. It’s mindful. It sounds like a boring 90 minutes stretched out of an urban legend you could tell in 45 seconds flat.

The franchise does sprinkle in a handful of bad luck symbols amidst the buckets of blood ‘n’ guts to fit the title, but it’s setting on this infamous day is merely a technicality to pull us headfirst into the not-so-urban and not-so-legendary plot line.

Most urban legends are just that: legends. Rumours pieced together from random scraps of information until they juuuuuust about make sense. But most of these rumours have basis in reality. Despite the creators claiming it was not directly based on a true story, we already know events eerily similar have taken place.

But what happened at Lake Bodom was not the only occurrence of such terrible events. We will get them later.

Even if Victor Miller wasn’t inspired by the cursed lakes and haunted campgrounds littered across the States, they clearly took inspiration from one paranormal phenomena.

(Hint: it’s in the title.)

Why Is Friday The 13th Considered Unlucky?

We’ve never had a good relationship with the number 13. Triskaidekaphobia can be traced back as far as Norse mythology when 12 gods were having a dinner party until Marvel-fan-favourite Loki arrived and arranged for someone to be shot.

The god that was shot, Balder, died, and it was then that the “earth got dark. It was a bad, unlucky day.” A similar dinner party, this time hosted by Jesus and his disciples, also gave ‘13’ a bad name.

Judas was the 13th to sit at the table during the Last Supper and his betrayal of Christ gave it its more mainstream reputation.

There are many more events like this, whether mythical or based in reality, that link the number 13 to bad luck. But what is about Friday the 13th?

Friggatriskaidekaphobia - or fear of Friday the 13th - lumps together the cursed backstory of the number 13 and the fear of the unluckiest day of the week. Eve gave Adam the apple on a Friday, their son killed his brother on a Friday, and Jesus was crucified on a Friday.

It’s not looking good.

But fear of the date Friday the 13th was only planted in mainstream Western culture in the 20th century. 73 years before Jason Vorhees mother slut-shamed those camp councillors, Thomas William Lawson published the book Friday, the Thirteenth (1907).

Lawson told the tale of an NYC stockbroker who used superstitions about the date to create chaos on Wall Street and rake in the cash.

*sweats in GameStop*

From here furore about the date festered with every occurrence (which can be as much as three times a year). There’s no escaping it, even if a hockey-masked killer is interrupting your campfire sing along.

To this day, the American economy loses about $900 million every Friday the 13th. Flights are half-filled, spending is reduced, and some daren’t leave their homes until midnight strikes.

Funnily enough, the franchise only contains 12 movies so far, but this echoes the unluckiness of 13 that much further. Another reason we fear the number is because 12 is used so much to represent completeness. The months of the year, the hours in a day - 13 goes beyond that. 13 plays on that.

It takes what we know and twists it a ‘lil. But just enough to strike fear into even the least superstitious.

The 7 Haunted Campsites And Lakes That You Should Emotionally Block Out When You’ve Finished Reading This

Holy Ghost Campground, New Mexico

Nestled in the Sante Fe National Forest, this is an isolated but serene location perfect for pitching a tent and starting a fire. But 300 years ago, something happened there that might make the howling wind that much more terrifying.

The area is reportedly haunted by the spirit of a Spanish priest murdered there in the 18th century. But the entire area has a reputation similar to the Bermuda Triangle. People just tend to disappear into thin air over there. No clothing is found and no bones or bodies are discovered.

UFOs have been sighted overhead, shadows have wandered through the forest, and voices have echoed into the night. Just like the Bermuda Triangle and the lesser-known Alaskan triangle, there are claims of a ‘cosmic doorway’ where different energies and entities flit between realms.

Big Moose Lake, New York

Grace Brown was only 18 years old when she died. She was unmarried and she was pregnant by her boyfriend, Chester Gillette. This was a bad situation to be in in 1906.

She went with her soon-to-be-fiancee to the Adirondacks mountains assuming he would propose during the trip, saving her from a ruinous fate. But one day, she would not return to the campsite from which they stayed.

Knowing she couldn’t swim, Gillette paddled their boat out to the middle of the lake, grabbed a tennis racket from inside his bag, and smashed in her head.

She then fell into the water and drowned. To this day, campers have reported supernatural occurrences around the lake. She is often seen wandering the shores of the lake, visiting the local cottages nearby, or reliving her traumatic death.

According to local legends, she is trying to extinguish all the lights in the local houses. No one knows why.

Lake Morena, California

On the other side of the US, events similar to those seen in Santa Fe were playing out.

In 1983, these supernatural occurrences were reported in the local paper: “More than Fish Haunt Morena”. Park rangers and tourists have witnessed and reported a vast range of phenomena, not limited to heavy footsteps following visitors, noticing the figure of an old man in the corner of their eye, and even seeing people levitating.

One of the most infamous sightings of paranormal activity was when a ranger had a relative staying over in his house. The relative woke up in the middle of the night to see a baby’s christening gown float across the room.

“It floated to her, brushed her cheek, floated back where she had first seen it and disappeared.”

Lake Ronkonkoma, New York

To this day many locals won’t dip a toe in Lake Ronkonkoma - and it’s easy to see why.

Long Island’s deepest lake was once the setting of a tragic love story. Just like Romeo & Juliet, but far wetter. Legend has it back in the 17th century a Native American princess fell in love with a colonist on the other side of the lake.

The star-crossed lovers were forbidden from meeting, and the princess wrote notes confessing her love on a piece of bark and floating it across the lake. Heartbroken by the lack of response, she canoed to the middle of the lake, stabbed herself in her broken heart, and her body slumped into the icy waters below.

Some versions of the legend claim before she died she cursed the lake.

Whichever you believe, the routine drowning of a young man on a yearly basis is enough to stir up the story. There have been at least 160 drownings here from the 1850s to the 1970s. A majority were men, fitting the story.

Is she still looking for the man she could never be with? Or is she punishing the local community for the divide that kept her from her love?

Lake Lanier, Georgia

There are a number of ghosts seen at this lake. There’s the spirit of a woman in a flowing blue dress roams around this lake, and several pairs of supernatural hands have been felt reaching out of the depths and grabbing swimmers mid-stroke…

But this paranormal phenomena is nothing compared to what lurks underneath the water.

The lake was actually created in the 1950s by flooding valley communities. The local government wanted to provide surrounding towns and the city of Atlanta with water and power, but to do this they’d have to create ghost towns and then effectively drown them.

Locals that had sold land to the government gathered during the building of the dam and watched the waters rising above the place they once called home. But in these communities were cemeteries. The dead did not consent to this.

More than 200 people have died in mysterious accidents on the lake since 1994.

Manchac Swamp, Louisiana

The Manchac wetlands are known for being, well, grotesque. They’re thick with pea green ooze, riddled with bugs, and festering with ‘gators. But according to some, the greatest threat was the local Voodoo priestess, Julia Brown.

She was known for her charms, curses, and singing strange songs on her porch. But there was one verse which in hindsight makes a lot of sense: "One day I’m going to die and take the whole town with me."

On the day of her funeral a huge hurricane swept through Louisiana. On September 29th 1915, the 125mph winds killed 300 people with homes, buildings, and railways destroyed.

Locals claim this was caused by a curse created by Brown. She is even rumoured to still be seen cackling by the water’s edge.

Lake Tahoe, California

Tahoe-Truckea is steeped in paranormal tales, stretching back as far as the legends of the local Native Americans. Many hotels and cabins claim to have their own supernatural entities concealed within their hotel which you can see for yourself - for a booking fee, of course.

But the spirit that haunts Emerald Bay can be seen for free.

Captain Dick Barter was known for telling stories of his seafaring days in the early 19th century. His encounters with capsizing in frosty waters, grizzly bear attacks, and by the sounds of it serious alcoholism made him talk of the town.

Apparently Captain Barter just can’t stop reliving his glory days.

One night after goin’ heavy in the bar, Barker boarded his boat to sail home. But he was never seen again. Somewhere on the route back he capsized and died. His body was never found.

His spirit is often seen swimming in the area during foggy moments, trying to find his way back to the tomb he built years before he passed.

So that was depressing.

Anyway.

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(That’s really sad, isn’t it?)

Oh well. See you next week, kids!

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Skivvysupreme’s Fic Masterpost

hello, lovely readers! here’s the rebloggable version of my fic masterpost! full list is below the read-more (so try clicking the above link if it disappears on the mobile app in reblogs :D). as always, AO3 links are included if you prefer to browse there.

happy reading! xo

Skivvysupreme on AO3

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One-Word Prompt Ficlets [read on AO3]

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The Wax ‘Verse [read on AO3] - Kurt Hummel is a vampire. Blaine Anderson is a werewolf. This is how they help each other deal with it. The out-of-chronological-order verse thus far: —“Wax/Wane” (3200 words) —“Show Me Your Teeth” (2700 words) —“Blood Drive” (4200 words) —“Share, Part 1” (5500 words), “Share, Part 2” (4300 words), and “Share, Part 3” (4500 words) —“Thriller” (2700 words) and “Heads Will Roll” (4900 words) —“Monster Mash(up)” (2000 words) —“Feast” (2500 words) —“300 Joules” (4400 words) —“Under the Tide” (3000 words) —“Howl” (6200 words) —“Home” (2400 words) —“The Boy Who Cried Wolf” (4300 words) —“Yours and Mine” (3800 words) —“The Kissing Disease” (3800 words) —“Neck” (drabble, 680 words)

All Things Wax Verse!

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The Cuffed ‘Verse [read on AO3] - In which Kurt is a Skank, Blaine is a Cheerio, and Puck is a very proactive Klaine shipper. The verse thus far: —“Throw Away The Key” (1800 words) —“Cuffed” (1750 words) —“Chainmail” (1900 words) —“Heavy Metal Lover, Part 1” (2800 words) —“Heavy Metal Lover, Part 2” (2400 words) —“Cage Match” (2200 words) —“Lockdown, Part 1” (1800 words) —“Lockdown, Part 2” (2200 words) —“Crime and Punishment” (1700 words) —“Knockout” (3500 words) —“Divide and Conquer” (4500 words) —“Permanent Record, Part 1” (3800 words) —“Permanent Record, Part 2” (4900 words) —“Wild” (drabble, 600 words)

All Things Cuffed Verse!

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"I Saw the Signs" It’s so much scarier than the first (and last) time they discussed this, knowing Kurt has now gone and done it; this is the real test of whether or not Burt’s getting through to him. “You kids -- I mean. You, uh. You and Blaine. You’re being safe?” Features: early!Klaine via post-"The First Time" Hudmel family shenanigans 1400 words | read on AO3

“Heroes Never Die” The New Directions play Overwatch, and Kurt makes a new friend. Features: video game shenanigans 2000 words | read on AO3

“Fly” Blaine, Quinn, Kurt, and the other fairies of Pixie Hollow have a very serious problem on their hands. Features: Disney Fairies AU 1890 words | read on AO3

“That Can Only Mean One Thing” “Have I ever made a move on him? Blaine? As in, Blaine Anderson? My boss? Have I ever made a move on my boss? Is that the question you just asked?” Features: twentysomethings Kurt and Blaine (difference in work positions but not age), Rachel Berry, Adam Crawford, social media mishaps 4300 words | read on AO3

“Shiver” In which Blaine wants to play, Kurt wants to stay in bed, and everyone manages to get what they want. Features: silly/smutty/sappy winter fluff 1770 words | read on AO3

“Halftime” Blaine loves football, Kurt loves scarves. Somewhere in the middle of those interests lies Lady Gaga’s halftime show at Superbowl LI. Features: Hudmel-Anderson family shenanigans, married!Klaine 1500 words | read on AO3

“Show and Tell” It’s Valentine’s Day, and Kurt is so in love with his husband that he can’t even deal with it. Being drunk ought to help, right? Features: drunk!Kurt and lots of fluff 1500 words | read on AO3

“Renovations” Blaine has a very big surprise for his hybrid boyfriend on his birthday. Features: kitty!Kurt and absurd levels of fluff 1300 words | read on AO3

“Morning People” and “Night Owls” Every so often, Kurt wakes up first. Features: (Morning People) snuggles. lots and lots of snuggles, and (Night Owls) sleepy sex 850 words | read on AO3 940 words | read on AO3

“Unzipped” You know that incredible sweater of Kurt’s, the super comfy-looking, charcoal gray one with the wide neckline and zippers that run down the sleeves? Yeah, THAT ONE. Blaine’s a fan of it, too. Features: domestic fluff sex 1400 words | read on AO3

“Public Relations” Everyone has their favorite Warbler. Kurt won’t say which one is his. Features: famous!Blaine, shipping shenanigans, alternate meeting 8000 words | read on AO3

“Jack in the Box” Blaine watches Karofsky’s every move, down to the millimeter, his heart racing. He feels as though his muscles are actually ticking with the anticipation, because he doesn’t know which way this will go but can see that it won’t be good. Features: season 2 Klaine, Karofsky 1500 words | read on AO3

“Half & Half” Puppy!Blaine loves his barista job, and his coworkers and customers love him. He likes to be liked, and he loves feeling appreciated. It’s just… well, there’s only one coworker, in particular, who Blaine wants to notice him… Features: hybrids, coffee shop AU 1700 words | read on AO3

“Rubbing In, Rubbing Out” Kurt determinedly ignores the way his phone keeps vibrating in his pajama shirt’s breast pocket, because he’s about two sexts away from becoming indecent in the front of his loose silk pants. Features: phone sex, and a sleepover with the girls (Mercedes, Unique, and Tina) 1400 words | read on AO3

“Peach” Blaine looks really, really good in his sweatpants. Kurt’s really, really into it. Features: early Klaine, Booty Camp 800 words | read on AO3

“The Big Spoon” Height difference. That’s it, that’s the ficlet. Features: early Klaine 680 words | read on AO3

“Black and Blue” and “Pink and Purple” Nightbird is the hero of New York City, but, more importantly, he is late for dinner. Two days late. (Now followed by a prequel exploring Blaine and Kurt’s discovery of Blaine’s superpowers!) Features: (Black and Blue) superhero!Blaine, angst, anxiety, and (Pink and Purple) roughness of both the accidental and the purposeful sexy kind 2900 words | read on AO3 6000 words | read on AO3

“The Beyonce Suite” A snapshot exploration of the first few years of married life with Kurt and Blaine, inspired by Queen Bey’s self-titled opus Features: future!fic, lots of fluff and angst, self-esteem and body image issues, blowjobs, rimming, orgasm denial, discussion of anxiety and depression, grief, babies 10,000 words | read on AO3

“Catch, Part 1" and Part 2 “You’re staying, too? You’ll be here for the holiday?” “Yeah. I’ll be here.” “This might be a Merry Christmas after all, then.” Features: Harry Potter AU, Christmas, magical fluff 4600 words | read on AO3 3400 words | read on AO3

“Hold On, We’re Going Home” It’s been a few weeks since kitty!Kurt’s last visit, and Kurt is finally starting to think that he won’t be going home with anyone. But it’s fine. Whatever. He doesn’t need anyone, anyway. Features: kitty!Kurt, Samcedes, alternate meeting, and fluffffff 2800 words | read on AO3

“Home Remedies” Kurt was going to deal with his flu quietly and without fuss, but his and Blaine’s four-year-old daughter has other ideas. Features: the littlest Hummel-Anderson and a whole lot of fluff 1800 words | read on AO3

“Return to Sender” Kurt’s shifts at the Spotlight Diner keep turning into complete trainwrecks, and it’s all the hot UPS guy’s fault. Sort of. (Though, in all fairness, Kurt has always had certain weakness for men in uniforms.) Features: alternate meeting, Rachel and Santana being Rachel and Santana, shenanigans 3300 words | Read on AO3

“Drunk History, vol. 206” Kurt gets drunk AF and tells the story of how he and Blaine got together. Features: Elliott and way too much tequila 1800 words | read on AO3

“First Name Basis” “I just oh god I just stepped on your dog’s tail I’m so sorry pls I’m so sORRY“ Features: alternate meeting, rampant fluff, DOGS 1700 words | read on AO3

“Screwed” Blaine and Kurt play a game of “7 Minutes in Heaven” at an illegal-for-like-ten-different-reasons party with the Warblers, because there’s no way that could go wrong. Features: season 2 Klaine and a bit of claustrophobia 2900 words | read on AO3

“Boystown” Kurt and Blaine spend a night out in one of Chicago’s most famous neighborhoods. (Written for the Klaine Road Trip 2015) Features: a little bit of public frottage 3100 words | read on AO3

“Camera Obscura” Inspired by Darren Criss’ photoshoot for Broadway Style Guide Features: famous!Blaine, photographer!Kurt 2700 words | read on AO3

“Kiss You There” Wildling!Kurt knows a thing or two about keeping warm. Blaine Snow knows nothing. Features: oral, Game of Thrones AU, still enjoyable if you don’t watch the show! 2000 words | read on AO3

“The More You Know” Kurt’s got a routine doctor’s appointment and a not-so-routine fear of needles. Luckily, Blaine’s on hand to help distract him in any way he can. Features: fun facts about blood, mention of needles, but nothing too graphic if you have needle issues 1400 words | read on AO3

“Cosplay is for Lovers” Kurt and Blaine are getting ready for Ohio’s Comic-Con, but one of them isn’t so enthused about it. Features: Lord of the Rings!Klaine, sort of 730 words | read on AO3

fluffyfluffyfluffy untitled first time ficlet A short bit of fluff in the afterglow of Kurt and Blaine’s first time. Features: total fluff 520 words | read on AO3

“Fishbowl” Kurt’s a cat. Blaine’s a goldfish. Shhh trust me, just read it Features: alternate meeting, kitty!Kurt (actual cat, not hybrid), goldfish!Blaine, fluffy crack, Samcedes 1700 words | read on AO3

“What Has Been Seen” Sam walks in on Blaine’s date night with Kurt. Mercedes is not here for these shenanigans. Features: light D/s, Samcedes 2100 words | read on AO3

“The Romantics” Civil War AU: Kurt gets to know Blaine when he finds him lying unconscious in front of his house. Features: alternate meeting, angst (happy-ish ending though!), discussion of grief, discussion of character death (both canon and not-canon), PTSD 3700 words | read on AO3

“Compromise” Newlywed Blaine has a thing for “married sex.” Features: shower sex, barebacking 2300 words | read on AO3

“Beeline” Summer pool party shenanigans don’t go quite as expected. Features: early!Klaine, fluff, Blaine’s butt 1400 words | read on AO3

“To The Left” Kurt meets his new neighbor via noise complaint. Features: alternate meeting, h/c 1500 words | read on AO3

“Constantine” Kurt and Blaine meet an owl at the zoo. Features: fun facts about the Eurasian eagle owl because reading is fun-damental 1200 words | read on AO3

“Whoever Wins, Loses” Blaine wakes up in the middle of the night to find Kurt having a nightmare. Features: h/c, panic/anxiety issues, angst, discussion of canon character death 1400 words | read on AO3

“You Can Call Me King B” It’s time for Kurt Hummel, the court painter, to create Prince Blaine’s portrait. Features: royal!Blaine, artist!Kurt, handjobs, ye olde marriage equality problems 2200 words | read on AO3

“Suit and Tie” Blaine really loves listening to Kurt talk about his day. Features: light D/s undertones, oral sex, and a lil’ frottage 1900 words | read on AO3

“Stranded” and “Recovered” College AU: sexiled Blaine meets drunk!Kurt. The next morning, hungover!Kurt meets Blaine. Features: Samtina shenanigans, fluff, h/c, alternate meeting 1300 words | read on AO3 1200 words | read on AO3

“Pins + Needles” and “Levers & Pulleys” pocket!Blaine AU: In “Pins + Needles,” Blaine goes to work with Kurt. In a same-verse follow-up, Blaine and Kurt work on the issue of Blaine’s dependency Features: Klaine being married af, designer!Kurt, Sam 1200 words | read on AO3 3300 words | read on AO3

“It’s Still Happening" With his father in the hospital, Kurt returns to their empty house. Features: ���Grilled Cheesus” reaction fic / episode-filler, angst angst angst 2000 words | read on AO3

silly untitled Nightbird ficlet Short, ridiculous fluff about Blaine’s relationship with superheroes and taurine Features: energy drink shenanigans, season 5 NYC!Klaine 800 words | read on AO3

“Friends, Buddies, Pals” “I mean, you’d do that with Rachel and Mercedes, right? Because that’s something you do when you’re just friends?” Features: “I Do” reaction fic / episode-filler, marking/possessive sex, riding, phone sex, Klaine not understanding what the word “platonic” means 3900 words | read on AO3

“Moonlight Becomes You” 1950s AU: It’s 1957 and the New Directions, a struggling young band, can’t catch a break. Enter Scandals, its rich young proprietor, and its star performer. Features: midgame Kurtbastian (but don’t let that put you off if that’s an issue for you, it’s endgame Klaine!), assorted members of the canon New Directions, Elliot, Trent Warbler 2300 words / ? 

[unsaidholland]

🐕 : Nikki walks in on you and Harry making out & teases the both of you about it later at a family dinner?

i love this concept omg

the laundry room | h. holland

you would be in the laundry room

sam borrowed one of harry’s shirts that he so desperately wanted back

so you helped him look for it

neither of you were searching quite hard though

both of you got distracted once harry propped you up onto the washing machine and started kissing you

the kisses started off as innocent

but they didn’t stay very innocent

they turned into passionate, heated kisses

his hands were roaming your body as if he was trying to memorize every inch of you

your hands were at the nape of his neck, holding him close to you

just as harry slipped his tongue into your mouth, the door opened

“harry did you guys- oh sorry!”

it was nikki

you both pulled away from each other, his face turning bright red as your hid your face in your hands

you hopped down from the washing machine and bent over fishing through a laundry basket

“found it,”

you weren’t too enthusiastic

at dinner later that evening everyone talking about a film that they all had watched separately

the family was divided

paddy said, “the foods really good mum!”

she thanked him, but then spoke up again

“harry does it taste better than y/n’s chapstick?”

again his face turned red, and you felt the embarrassment devouring you from the outside in

the boys started laughing

but dominic wasn’t too thrilled

“mum!” harry groaned

“sorry, sorry,”

she wasn’t all that sorry

[unsaidholland]

🦦 for Tom and the reader’s wedding photoshoot? and congrats you deserve it 💕

hi anon! i decided to turn it into a headcanon, i hope you don’t mind!! thank you for the support, i love you💛

🐕- send me a concept and i’ll write a headcanon about it!

is it too early for a divorce? | t. holland

the wedding photoshoot was chaotic to say the least

yes, you and tom could’ve very well hired a photographer, but having both harry and nikki in the family willingly offer up their services, how could either of you say no?

after all, they were family

the reception was beautiful, bringing tears to everyone’s eyes

now as they sat in the dining hall, you and tom were taking post-reception photos that screamed “just married!”

the poses started out simple, his hand settled on your waist as you looked lovingly into his eyes

or the typical “prom” pose where he stood behind you, hands settled on your waist as you faced the camera

but then things started going downhill

tom decided it would be hilarious to lick your cheek in one of the photos instead of kissing it

so you yelled at him and smacked his shoulder as you wiped his spit from your face

“thomas my makeup!” you exclaimed

but he and harry were laughing their asses off

nikki kept taking photos regardless

“i’m sorry i’m sorry” he would say, raising his hands up as if he was asking for a truce

but if he wanted to play dirty, then so could you

you brought your hands up to his cheeks and squished them in

you laughed at him, a huge smile on your face as tom looked dissatisfied

“is it too early to get a divorce?” he mustered out

your jaw dropped and you tried to hide your smile

but it was evident that you were having as much fun as he was

your hands moved to the back of his neck as you pulled him in for a kiss

and he kissed you back with so much passion, yet keeping the kiss wholesome

“i love you” you said to one another

when you got the photos back, they were amazing

and you hung up one of the silly, candid ones that nikki had taken in place of one of the more serious ones

[unsaidholland]

what a time (as well as your other work) was so good! if you're still taking them, i've got a simple request for a 🦦 with tom where he and the reader are married and invite their families over for a dinner & it's just super fluffy :) thank you!

hi anon! i decided to change it a little and turn it into a headcanon instead of a blurb, i hope you don’t mind. thank you for the support!

🐕- headcanon request

family dinners | t. holland

at first family dinners were really stressful for you

having both sides of the family in the same room was a rare occasion, but after the first few times your stresses went away

now, after being married for about seven months, family dinners were much more enjoyable

you both were so lucky that everyone got along

everytime they all came over, you would make it a potluck style meal

mainly because you missed your moms cooking and sams cooking

so at dinner you all sat around the table

neither of you knew how all of you fit around the table, but somehow you all did

because tuwaine and harrison were practically family, they also were invited

but you always ensured they were on their best behaviour

everyone was conversing and everything just felt right

every now and then dominic would crack a joke which made all of you laugh

tom would talk about his latest job, while you would talk about how your work is going

films and books were also talked about

but everytime family dinners rolled around they just felt right

watching your families get along so well made your heart so happy

as you took the plates to the kitchen and put some water on the dishes to let them soak after dinner

tom would come up and hug you from behind

“it’s going pretty well, huh?” he would always say

you smiled, “yeah, yeah it is” you would always respond

you’d dry off your hands and turn around to kiss him gently

“what was that for?”

“i’m not allowed to kiss my husband in our kitchen while our family talks in our dining room now?”

he would roll his eyes at how playfully dramatic you would be

“i love you”

he’d pull you in so you were against his chest and the two of you would just stand there getting alone time

that is until sam found the two of you and threw a balled up napkin at the both of you

[unsaidholland]

"I promise" with Harrison Osterfield! Maybe reader's just really sleepy and she thinks Harrison's going to leave her but he's just getting up to get water 🤭☺️

s this is such a cute concept omg🤍

🦦- blurb request! + prompt #2: “i promise”

a glass of water | h. osterfield

you and harrison went to bed around eleven pm. it had been an early night in which you just needed sleep. you were completely burnt out, and being in lockdown wasn’t helping. not being able to go out was hard, but being stuck at home with four idiots made up for it. despite living with the boys, harrison still made your limited alone time special. lockdown made you value the simple things like the nights in bed falling asleep together, bodies intertwined, more than you had before.

harrison had woken up shortly after the two of you fell asleep. he scrolled on his phone and held you close to his body, relishing in the feeling of your touch against his skin. despite being asleep, he thought you were the most gorgeous person on the planet.

harrison thought a lot about your future together, and tonight was no different. he thought about how you would look in a wedding dress, and how you would look walking down the aisle. he thought about the speeches and the first dance. he knew that the two of you would be dancing to faithfully by journey because it was the first song the two of you ever slow danced to when it had come on from one of your playlists. he thought about the theme and where the wedding would be. he thought about both of your families and friends celebrating the two of you. most importantly, he thought about how he never wanted anyone else but you.

soon enough, harrison had needed a glass of water. you had rolled over to the other side of the bed, so harrison thought he was in the clear to sneak out for just a little bit. as he got up, you felt the weight on the bed get lighter, and woke up.

“haz? where are you going?” you murmured out. he looked back at you, the moonlight shining on you through the curtains, and he swore that he never saw anyone more gorgeous than you.

“just getting a glass of water sweets,” his voice was low, making sure not to be too loud knowing you were groggy.

“you’re coming back though, right?” he smiled at your question. when you were tired you were clingy, and he loved it. he loved feeling needed, but he loved being there for you more.

“i promise i’ll come back, it’ll just be quick love.” he walked over to your side of the bed, where you were cuddled up under the covers, still half-asleep. he moved your hair out of your face and kissed your cheek. “go back to bed, i’ll be back sooner than you know it.” you hummed in response, and began drifting back to sleep, a smile forming on harrison’s face as he began to walk out of the room.

how lucky he was to be blessed with a partner like you.

[unsaidholland]

Hey lovie! Congratulations on 500!!!!!!!💗 Can I get a 🦦 for Harry? Maybe something like where he's dropping hints that he wants kids. (Only of you're comfortable) Thank you xx

*300 but thank you!! i don’t think i’ll get to 500 at all ngl oofie

🦦- send me a concept and i’ll write a blurb about it!

pasta sauce? | h. holland

you and harry would’ve been married for about six months. the honeymoon phase was still in full effect, how could it not? you two had been waiting for this for what felt like forever.

the two of you laid in bed, bodies warmed by the soft, grey, duvet that covered the bed. his arm was draped around your shoulders and you leaned in towards his chest. new girl played on the tv. harry and you had made it your mission to rewatch all seasons despite having watched it countless amounts of times.

the two of you watched as schmidt and nick talked in merle’s office. then it cut back to the apartment. as the two of you watched everyone except for cece find out she was pregnant at first, harry seemed to pull you in closer.

“when we get pregnant, we are not telling tom until you’re showing or else he’ll tell literally everyone on the planet.” harry said, watching as cece came home to a house full of flowers.

“when we get pregnant? getting ahead of yourself, are we holland?” you laughed at his words. you weren’t thinking about having a baby for a while, but you didn’t know where harry stood. maybe he was just saying it because that’s what the episode was about.

“you’re a holland now babe, can’t pull that on me anymore,” he smirked at you and you laughed.

“technically i hyphenated,” you said in response.

“still a holland.” the two of you continued watching a few more episodes before it was time for bed, pregnancy far from your mind.

a few days later, you and harry were grocery shopping. walking down the pasta aisle, you grabbed two boxes of spaghetti, and then continued to find the sauce. as you looked at the jars of pasta sauces trying to find the one you normally used, harry grabbed a jar of prego.

“that’s what i’m gonna get you,” he said. he smiled at you, a playful look painting his face

“you’re gonna get me a jar of pasta sauce?” you asked, confused. you didn’t get it, you were smart, but this, you didn’t get.

“what?” he looked at the jar, double checking to make sure he had grabbed the right one. “prego? like i’m gonna get you prego?”

“huh?” people walked through the aisle, and as they heard your conversation, you knew they were laughing, but you really weren’t getting it. “harry if you want to pay for just the tomato sauce, just say so.” you weren’t having his games right now, not when people were looking at the two of you like you were both crazy.

“damnit y/n, i wanna have a baby! i’ve been dropping hints all week, and i thought maybe this would work. i want you to get pregnant with our child for us to raise.” he put the pasta sauce back, grabbing two jars of the one you were originally looking for and putting them in the cart.

“why wouldn’t you just say so?” you smiled at him, softly, letting him know without explicitly saying it that you wanted the same.

“i dunno,” he said, hands gripping the handle of the cart, pushing it down the aisle. you looped your arm around his and walked beside him.

“the sooner we get home, the sooner we can start trying,” you said quietly just loud enough for him to hear. he stopped pushing the cart, and looked at you with a surprised face. you just nodded.

“well, what are we waiting for?” he said as he turned the cart around towards the cashiers.

[unsaidholland]

🦦 for tom and the readers parents speeches about them on their wedding day?

hi anon! i hope you don’t mind but i'm going to change it a little and just do tom’s parent’s speeches because i don't want people who have single parents or don't have a good relationship with their parents to be left out! sorry this is kind of short!

🦦- blurb request!

really a holland now | t. holland

the reception was beautiful. you and tom sat at a table with both your immediate family and his immediate family. the sun was setting, and the first course was eaten, so it was time for speeches from the in-laws. dominic decided to go first. he grabbed a microphone and stood up at his seat.

“first, id like to say thank you y/n for dealing with tom.” everyone laughed. you looked over at tom who just rolled his eyes, then turning back to dominic. “when i saw y/n and tom together, i always thought you were the one for him y/n. i wouldn’t be a good fortune teller though, so i think i’ll stick to being a comedian. tom has always had a hard time being away from family and away from home, but when you’re with him it seems like his world is just a little bit better despite me not being with him to nag him.” he smiled at the both of you. “now, seriously, from day one you have been apart of our family and we are so lucky to have you in our lives. we can’t wait to watch the two of you grow into a married unit.” you smiled at dom, mouthing a “thank you” and he nodded.

nikki was next. she took the mic, and as she was getting ready to speak, you felt tom’s hand grab yours. a small intimate moment unseen to the rest of the guests made the speeches feel more special solely because your husband was next to you.

“i think i speak for all of us when i say that you two really complete each other. i have never seen anyone make tom look like he’s got his whole world in front of him until you came along, which by the way is quite upsetting to me as a mother.” the playful banter from both his parents reaffirmed your new place in the family. “i knew from the moment tom introduced us to you that you were going to be the one for him. i’ve seen so many moments between the two of you that reminded me of dom and i when we were still dating. i pray that the two of you have a fulfilling life together, and i pray that the love between you two only grows. tom, don’t annoy the girl, i like her.” you smiled as she sat down, mouthing a thank you to her as well. she just smiled back. a smile that really proved to you that you were really a holland now. not just because you married in, but because they genuinely thought of you as family.

[unsaidholland]

Congrats! If you're still doing the sleepover could I request a 🦦 where the reader is Sam's best friend who likes harry. Sam teases her and harry finds out? Xx

OKAY I KNOW I SAY THIS A LOT BUT I GENUINELY THINK OF THIS ALL THE TIME THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST AND THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING ME I LOVE U

ps this has like one swear word and is left on a cliff hanger oops sorry not sorry for killing all of you :)

🦦- blurb request!

lie to me | h. holland

you had known the twins since they went on that trip a few years ago. you guys met in australia, somehow crossed paths, and ever since them you had been the best of friends. coincidentally, you also lived in london, which meant that you guys could hang out whenever you were all free. ever since you met the twins, you had established a strong, strictly platonic friendship with sam. he had quickly become your best friend, and you had quickly become his. harry on the other hand was quite complicated. you wanted to consider him as just your best friend, but your feelings for him were much stronger than that. the only thing was you didn’t want anyone to find out, especially sam.

you and sam decided to hang out. the two of you decided to just go sit in a park and have a mini-picnic and talk about things like you normally did when the two of you hung out. you had brought some snacks and a blanket large enough for the both of you to sit on.

you had been halfway through your first beer while sam was almost finished his when he asked about the guy you liked. you never gave him anything that would lead him to knowing that it was harry, but you still told him some details. after all, he was your best friend.

“so, has anything changed with you and this mystery guy?” sam asked. you sighed, trying to find the words to say.

“nope. sam i doubt he even likes me, i mean i think he’s made it clear that i’m just a friend and nothing more.” you took another sip of your beer, then putting it down on the blanket set up. “plus, i’m pretty sure he fancies someone else.”

it was true, you thought harry was interested in someone else. he was always going out with a girl named beth and posting about the two of them on. you weren’t with him, so you couldn’t intervene, but you would be lying if you said it didn’t hurt. she was gorgeous, she was everything you wish you could be and more. you were so insecure about yourself ever since she came around, but you continued to try and remind yourself that harry should like you for who you are, not for your imitation of someone else.

“if he doesn’t like you then fuck him, you’re literally the best person on the planet, don’t tell el i said that.” sam always found a way to make you smile and feel better about yourself. you were so grateful to have him as your best friend, but it sucked keeping such a huge secret from him.

“thanks sam.” a small smile appeared on your face, but it didn’t disguise the fact that you were still sulking over harry being out with another girl. you both continued talking, and soon enough you found yourself laying on his lap while scrolling through your phone. it wasn’t long before you found an instagram story of harry out with beth. his close friends story was often filled with photos and videos of them together, yet you still weren’t used to feeling the way you did whenever he posted. unbeknownst to you, sam was observing you as you watched the story. he saw how your face fell and how you had an internal battle between wanting to freak out and remembering that you were just a friend.

“you like harry?” he quietly asked. you shot straight up and looked at him as you furrowed your brows.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” your attempt to cover up your infatuation with your best friends twin brother failed, as you knew he saw right through you. “okay fine, i like harry, but it’s just a little crush,” you said. your tone was defensive as if he was accusing you of murder, but really you just felt like you got caught doing something illegal.

“it’s not like it matters anyway, i’m pretty sure he wants to make it official with beth.” sam saw as tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

“all this time, it’s been harry?” he asked. he thought of all the times you’ve complained about this mystery guy, giving him every detail but leaving him to wonder who you were talking about. all you could do was nod. “i’m so sorry y/n.” sam knew he couldn’t do anything to change the situation, plus he didn’t want to meddle. he just pulled you in for a hug and rubbed your back. “i’m so sorry.”

•••

it had been a week since sam found out about your crush on harry. you both found a way to get you over the upsetting feeling of watching harry and beth. he got into the habit of making fun of you when the occasion called for it.

you were over at the boys’ house, you and sam were in the kitchen cooking dinner for everyone. being sam’s best friend, and actually good at cooking, you were one of the very few people who were allowed to cook with him. sam was playing music from his phone, and lie to me by 5sos had come on. you sung along as you were prepping the vegetables for the roast.

sam decided that it would be hilarious to change the lyrics and sung, “she knows you’re taking her dress, i know that you don’t but if she asks you if you love her, harry lie, lie, lie, lie, lie to y/n.” you rolled your eyes and put down the knife to punch his shoulder.

“literally fuck off sam.” you went back to cutting up the rest of the veggies, but suddenly a voice interrupted your actions.

“you like me?” it was harry.

[unsaidholland]

Kissing Harry’s pouty lips bc he lost a bet and you get to chose the next movie for film club

hi anon! you didn’t specify whether you wanted a headcanon or blurb, so i’m gonna do a headcanon :) i think about kissing him all the time so this was literally just putting a dream into writing thank you for fuelling my fantasies

this is also just a headcanon of me complAINING ABOUT THE LIVE ACTION ATLA MOVIE IM SO SORRY BUT IT NEEDED TO BE DONE

🐕- headcanon request!

raspberry chapstick and skittles | h. holland

the film club was still in the works, but you knew that harry had to watch the worst movie ever made

the avatar: the last airbender live action movie

both of you were hardcore a:tla fans, so watching the movie genuinely hurt

before even starting it you decided to place a bet

“whoever taps out first gets to choose the next movie” you said

“it’s literally my film club y/n” he was very very disinterested in this bet

he just wanted to get the movie over and done with so he could review it

“loser”

“what did you call me?”

and so the bet begun.

you complained about how inaccurate the casting was while harry complained about the acting

it had only been five minutes into the movie and the both of you hated it

you both were quick to complain about the cgi as well

it had been twenty minutes into the movie when harry stopped it

“i cannot do this anymore”

you of course had to make fun of him for tapping out

so when he pouted you pressed a soft kiss onto his pink pouty lips

kissing harry was the best thing ever.

his lips were so soft and always tasted of raspberry chapstick

because you were watching a movie and eating snacks, his lips tasted like a mix between raspberry chapstick and skittles

you laid down on top of him, in attempts to comfort him

he was a sore loser after all, though he wouldn’t admit it

“you know i love you” you said, smiling at him

“i can’t believe i lost”

you just laid your head on his chest and intertwined your fingers with his

“i won’t pick a bad movie if that makes you feel better”

he smiled, knowing that you would choose a movie that he already liked

and you did just that

he knew he choose the perfect person when you chose his favourite movie without even asking

and that is how you became an executive member of the film club