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I absolutely adore your fics and am forever grateful that you’re writing for Lochlan.

I'd thought about this idea for quite some time before finding someone who could write it and I'm so glad I found you.

Anyway, what about lochlan x reader and them meeting at the pool in the hotel, maybe saxon flirting with her first but she is fully focused on lochlan and how shy he is and them later sneeking around the hotel because his parents would despise her but he's head iver heels. Maybe meeting at the pool in the middle of the night and sneaking into her room (maybe smut...)

(You are the sweetest in the world I love you I tried my best just for you. I saw this request and started on it immediately)

Lochlan and 𝒜ngel reader

The first time he notices her, she’s tucked into a corner of the hotel lobby, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dress, eyes cast downward as if she’s afraid of meeting anyone’s gaze. She’s soft, soft in the way she moves, in the way she glances up through her lashes, in the way she lets her hair fall over one side of her face like a shield.

Saxon notices her first.

Lochlan’s older brother is lounging in one of the lobby chairs, long legs stretched out, sunglasses still on despite the dim lighting. His shirt is unbuttoned halfway, and he looks like he belongs here, like this luxury resort was built specifically for him. He watches as she hesitates at the reception desk, her soft voice barely carrying over the hum of conversation.

“She’s cute,” Saxon says, lifting his sunglasses to get a better look. He nudges Lochlan’s arm. “You think she’s into older guys?”

Lochlan stiffens. He’s been half-listening to whatever Saxon was saying, but now his gaze follows his brother’s, landing on her.

Something stirs in his chest.

She’s alone. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, as if unsure where to go next. He recognizes that kind of hesitation.

“Maybe she’s waiting for someone,” Lochlan says, trying to sound indifferent, but his voice comes out too soft, too interested.

Saxon smirks. “Maybe. Or maybe she’s just shy.”

Lochlan swallows.

Before he can think, Saxon is already standing, making his way toward her with that easy, confident stride. Lochlan hesitates for a second before trailing behind, not entirely sure why.

She looks up when Saxon stops in front of her.

“Lost, sweetheart?” Saxon’s voice is smooth, teasing.

Her fingers tighten around the hem of her dress, but she shakes her head. “No. I just—” She hesitates. “I’m fine.”

Lochlan sees the way her shoulders stiffen slightly, like she’s unsure of what to do with the attention.

Saxon grins. “You sure? ‘Cause you kinda look like a lost little lamb.”

Her lips press together, and Lochlan catches the way her gaze flickers, just for a second, toward him. It’s brief, almost hesitant, but it makes his stomach flip.

She’s not paying attention to Saxon.

She’s looking at him.

Lochlan swears his heart skips.

She looks away just as quickly, shaking her head again. “I—I’m just waiting.”

“For who?” Saxon asks.

Before she can answer, Lochlan finally finds his voice, though it comes out more nervous than he wants it to. “Saxon, leave her alone.”

Saxon raises an eyebrow but steps back, hands up in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. Just being friendly.”

He turns to leave, but before Lochlan follows, she glances at him again.

“Thank you,” she murmurs, so soft he almost doesn’t hear it.

Lochlan doesn’t know what to do with himself. He nods stiffly, then quickly walks away before he can make a fool of himself.

But his heart is still racing.

The next time they cross paths, it’s at the pool.

It’s late, too late for anyone else to be out. Lochlan hadn’t been able to sleep, and something about the stillness of the resort at night had drawn him out of his room.

And now she’s here.

She’s sitting at the edge of the pool, feet dipped in the water, her dress gathered around her knees. The glow from the underwater lights casts a soft shimmer across her skin.

She startles when she hears him, eyes going wide before she realizes who it is.

“Oh,” she breathes.

Lochlan shifts awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh—sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s okay,” she says quickly, her voice as soft as the ripples in the water. “I—I don’t mind.”

Lochlan hesitates, then sits down a few feet away, dipping his feet in as well. He feels stupid. He should say something, but his mind is blank.

She glances at him, then looks away just as fast. “Couldn’t sleep?”

He shakes his head. “Yeah. You?”

She nods, gaze fixed on the water. For a moment, neither of them say anything.

Then, hesitantly, she speaks again. “You’re Saxon’s brother.”

It’s not a question, but he nods anyway. “Yeah.”

She frowns slightly, like she’s trying to piece something together. “You’re not like him.”

Lochlan lets out a breath of a laugh. “No. I’m not.”

Her lips twitch, almost like she wants to smile but isn’t sure if she should.

Lochlan watches her, the way her fingers skim the surface of the water, the way her hair falls over one shoulder. His chest feels tight.

He should leave.

He doesn’t.

Instead, he says, “I—uh—I could—” He stops, grimacing at how awkward he sounds. “If you ever want someone to, um. Walk around with. I mean—not that you need someone. But—”

She looks at him then.

Really looks at him.

And for the first time, she smiles.

“Okay.”

Lochlan feels like his heart is about to combust.

From that night on, they start finding each other more often.

They never plan it, but somehow, they always end up in the same places at the same time. A quiet hallway. A secluded part of the beach. The rooftop terrace, where they sit close but not touching, their conversations filled with hesitant words and stolen glances.

Lochlan doesn’t know how to act around her. She makes him nervous in a way no one else does.

And yet, he can’t stay away.

Neither can she.

It’s dangerous, his parents wouldn’t approve. He knows it.

But when she grabs his wrist one night, pulling him down a hallway, whispering, Come on, as they sneak toward her room, Lochlan doesn’t care.

Because when she closes the door behind them, standing close enough that he can hear her breath hitch, all he can think about is how badly he wants to be near her.

Lochlan leans against the wall, heart hammering against his ribs, hands stuffed into his pockets to keep from fidgeting. She stands just a few steps away, watching him with that soft, uncertain gaze.

Neither of them say anything at first. The air feels thick, charged with something he doesn’t know how to name.

She looks down, shifting her weight. “Do your parents know you’re out this late?”

Lochlan lets out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “They’d kill me if they did.”

She hesitates, her fingers toying with the hem of her dress again. “Mine too.”

Lochlan glances at her. “They strict?”

She shrugs. “Not really. They just—” She pauses, choosing her words carefully. “They have expectations.”

Lochlan exhales sharply. “Yeah. I get that.”

She lifts her head slightly. “Your parents too?”

He huffs a bitter laugh, running a hand through his hair. “More than you know.”

She steps closer, just slightly, like she’s drawn in by the weight in his voice. “What do they expect from you?”

Lochlan hesitates. He never talks about this, not really. But something about her makes it feel easy, like she won’t judge him for it.

He swallows. “To be like my dad. Or like Saxon. Confident. Charismatic. The kind of guy who takes what he wants without hesitating.” He shakes his head, jaw tightening. “But I’m not like that.”

She watches him, her expression unreadable. Then, softly, she says, “I like that you’re not like that.”

Lochlan stills.

His throat goes dry.

She looks away quickly, like she hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but it’s already hanging between them, thick and heavy and impossible to ignore.

Lochlan swears his heart stops.

He doesn’t know what possesses him, but he steps closer, close enough that he can see the way her breath catches, the way her lips part slightly.

“What about you?” he asks, his voice lower now. “What do your parents expect?”

She hesitates. “To be… proper. To be the kind of girl they can be proud of. Quiet. Polite. Someone who won’t embarrass them.”

Lochlan frowns. “You’re already all of that.”

Her lips twitch, but there’s a sadness in her eyes. “Not enough.”

Lochlan clenches his fists. He hates that she feels that way. Hates that she thinks she isn’t enough.

She looks at him then, really looks at him, and something shifts in the air.

It’s terrifying, how easy it would be to close the distance between them.

And then she does.

Just slightly, but enough.

Lochlan doesn’t think.

He just moves.

Their lips meet hesitantly, soft and uncertain, like neither of them are sure they’re allowed to do this. Lochlan can feel her breath, shaky and warm against his skin. His hands hover at her waist, unsure if he should touch her, if he’s allowed to.

Then she makes a quiet sound, something between a sigh and a whimper, and Lochlan is gone.

He grips her waist, pulling her closer, feeling the way she melts into him. Her hands reach up, hesitantly brushing against his jaw before settling there, her thumbs grazing his skin.

It’s slow, nervous, desperate in a way neither of them fully understand.

Lochlan has never kissed anyone like this before.

He doesn’t think he ever will again.

When they finally break apart, their breaths are uneven, their foreheads nearly touching.

She exhales softly, a dazed little smile tugging at her lips.

Lochlan swallows, his thumb brushing against the fabric of her dress.

“I think,” he whispers, voice hoarse, “I might be obsessed with you.”

She lets out a shaky breath.

“Me too.”

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Someone please request something omg I’m itching to write but not sure on what

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I love when ppl react to Poc casting for white characters and say “well then let’s make Tiana white” like go ahead. I love it because Disney would never do it. Like we all know Disney would rather close down Disney world then ever dare to make Tiana, pochohantas, mulan, jasmine white. Like let’s be real I just love it when they cry about it because ITS NOT GONNA HAPPEN AND THEYRE SICK. I just love that their childhood is being taken over by poc women it brings a smile to my face seriously I love it

Their favorite songs/music taste in THE 70s

hamzah

“Superstition” by Stevie Wonder.

Hamzah doesn’t just listen to music, he feels it. The second that funky bassline kicks in, his whole body is moving. He loves the groove, the smoothness, the effortless cool that Stevie brings. He likes songs that make you want to dance, and this one is impossible to sit still to. It’s his go-to when he’s trying to lighten the mood or shake off a bad day.

music taste- cool, smooth, and effortlessly charismatic

Hamzah listens to music that feels as smooth as he is. He gravitates toward soulful R&B, funk, and anything with a groove that makes people want to move. His taste is sensual and confident, with a hint of playfulness. He’s got a deep appreciation for songs that make people feel good, whether it’s slow and sultry or upbeat and funky.

martin

“Dream On” by Aerosmith.

He’s drawn to the drama of it, the slow, moody beginning, the way it builds into something massive and emotional. The first time he heard Steven Tyler scream that final “dream on,” he got goosebumps. He likes songs that make you feel something deep, like you’re on the verge of something big, even if you don’t know what it is.

music taste- the life of the party with a weird charm

Martin thrives on high-energy rock anthems that get people hyped. He loves songs with dramatic builds, fast-paced guitar riffs, and anything that makes him feel like he’s in a high-stakes movie scene. He’s the guy who’s always down to turn the volume up, dance around, and belt out lyrics at the top of his lungs. His music taste is a mix of theatrical, rebellious, and just plain fun, something that matches his extra, infectious personality.

mandy

“I Feel Love” by Donna Summer.

This song is hypnotic, shimmering, and effortlessly cool, just like Mandy. The pulsating synths and dreamy vocals make her feel like she’s floating under neon lights, lost in the music and the moment. It’s the kind of song that plays in her head when she walks into a room, making everything around her seem a little more cinematic. Whether she’s dancing in a club or just getting lost in a daydream, this song makes her feel like she’s living in the future while everyone else is stuck in the past.

music taste- ethereal, effortlessly cool, and always ahead of the curve

Mandy listens to music that feels like the future, glittering synths, hypnotic beats, and anything that makes her feel like she’s floating in another dimension. She has an ear for trends before they happen and a love for music that’s both sensual and surreal. Her playlist is filled with funky disco, spacey electronic beats, and sultry vocals that make everything feel more glamorous.

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⋆ MYLENE’S MASTER-LIST

smut & fluff

. readers ໑

࿐ ࣪ ۪ INTRODUCING 𝒜NGEL READER

࿐ ࣪ ۪ INTRODUCING DEER READER

. sturniolo ໑

random pair science project in THE 70s

christopher sturniolo fics..

introducing.. 70s DOUCHEBAG CHRIS

introducing.. 70s BABYDOLL READER

I’m not in LOVE

the DRIVE IN

skating in CIRCLES

matthew sturniolo fics..

introducing.. 70s LOSER MATT

FROSTED FLAKES pt.1

FROSTED FLAKES pt.2

nathan does fics..

introducing.. 70s STONER NATE

how.. 70s STONER NATE listens to music

introducing.. 70s PREPPY READER

treat me like a FOOL

collages

70s chris

what’s in LOSER MATT’S camera?

how they would dress in THE 70s

. slushy noobz ໑

introducing.. 70s TEENAGE DIRTBAG HAMZAH

the WARRIORS

the WARRIORS pt.2

the BLONDE

too GIRLY

introducing.. 70s WEIRD KID MARTIN

their favorite songs/music taste in THE 70s

random pair science project in THE 70s

collages

How they would dress in THE 70s

Their favorite songs/music taste in THE 70s

. the white lotus ໑

lochlan ratliff and reader..

SOMEONE NEW

PINKY PROMISE

FULL MOON

Lochlan and 𝒜ngel reader

. challengers ໑

introducing.. 70s GOLDEN BOY ART

. other (celeb) ໑

quen blackwell fics..

introducing.. 70s POPULAR GIRL QUEN

70s quen

introducing.. 70s STONER TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET

k-drama fics..

introducing.. 70s LEE MYUNG GI.

introducing..

໑ 70s POPULAR GIRL QUEN

“Girls are never supposed to be powerful or confident or assertive. But why not?”

POPULAR QUEN… whose laughter rings through the halls, rich and unfiltered, turning heads because it’s too bright, too alive to ignore.

POPULAR QUEN… whose stare could slice through steel, yet softens for those clever enough to keep up and kind enough to deserve

POPULAR QUEN… who holds secrets like jewels, tucked away and gleaming, never careless with them, unless you make her careless.

POPULAR QUEN… whose skin catches the light like it’s always golden hour, her presence warm but untouchable, like the last flicker of sunset.

POPULAR QUEN… who could break hearts just by forgetting names, yet remembers the way her friends take their coffee.

POPULAR QUEN… who sees through the cracks in people, sharp-eyed and steady, offering kindness like a rare, fleeting thing.

POPULAR QUEN… who doesn’t need a crown to rule, her presence alone bends the room, like gravity pulling everything toward her.

POPULAR QUEN… who laughs louder than the music at parties, head thrown back, untouchable in her joy, like the world exists just to entertain her.

POPULAR QUEN… who doesn’t start drama but will end it with one sentence that feels like a slap and a smile.

POPULAR QUEN… who holds herself like she’s invincible because she’s had to be, but lets the right people see the cracks.

POPULAR QUEN… who remembers the little things you told her once, your favorite song, the snack you love—and brings it up like it’s nothing, but it’s everything.

POPULAR QUEN… who pretends not to care, but you notice how her eyes light up when you actually listen to her stories.

POPULAR QUEN… who holds onto old letters and birthday cards in a box under her bed, rereading them when the house is too quiet.

POPULAR QUEN… who talks and talks until she’s tired, and then sits quietly, staring off like she’s somewhere far away.

POPULAR QUEN… who gives hugs that linger just a second longer than expected, like maybe she needed it too but won’t admit

POPULAR QUEN… who laughs so hard she has to wipe tears from her eyes, shoulders shaking, and for a moment, she’s just a girl, not the queen of the room.

POPULAR QUEN… who will roll her eyes at your bad joke but fight back a smile because she secretly loves that you tried.

POPULAR QUEN… who teases you without mercy but softly fixes your collar before you walk away, like she can’t help but care.

this one was for the 👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽 girlies

@issysh3ll

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This music video got me cryingggg😭 why they eat that up tho

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