Stop Pretending Like You Don’t Wanna Write For Lochlan Bro. I NEED IT GIVE IT TO ME

rest in peace angel, michelle trachtenberg (1985-2025)

I have 4 fics in the works rn and idk if I’m gonna post two tmrw but I do know tmrw im posting a Valentine’s Day one for hamzah and Chris. Saturday I’m posting Hamzah dating hcs and warriors part 3. Sunday hamzah meeting your family fic and a third part for Frosted Flakes. Honestly things might change because I always think of other shit and write for it but tmrw is definitely Chris and hamzah valentine’s special

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introducing 70s PREPPY READER paired with 70s nate

“Whoever said orange was the new pink was seriously disturbed!”

She’s like a warm, glowing presence, a perfect balance of sweetness and discipline. Her brown skin radiates in the sunlight, glowing with the richness of caramel and honey, and her hair always smells like a mix of vanilla and the softest touch of brown sugar. When you’re near her, there’s this quiet comfort in her scent, like a soft reminder of warmth and sweetness. Her presence is calm and collected, always put together in a way that makes everything around her feel orderly and neat, from the way her clothes are pressed to the way she keeps her room impeccably tidy.

She has this poise about her, a graceful composure honed by her strict upbringing. Her parents have high expectations, and she meets them with diligence, a good girl who takes her role seriously—going to church every Sunday, excelling in school, and hitting every cheerleading practice like she’s a force of nature. Yet every once in a while, there’s a little spark of rebellion, something hidden in the way she’ll light a cigarette just to feel something different, to remind herself that perfection isn’t always the answer. But even in those moments, she can’t keep the secret for long—her face gives everything away, and she ends up spilling the truth in a flurry of guilt.

When things get chaotic, she’s the first to step up with her mind racing, trying to take control. She can be bossy when she’s stressed, and it’s hard to miss the underlying panic in her voice when things aren’t going according to plan. Her emotions can get the best of her, making her more vulnerable in moments of frustration, but at her core, she’s polite, kind, and well-intentioned. She’s not one to throw shade unless she really feels like someone deserves it, and even then, it’s a rare flash of sarcasm that catches you off guard.

But underneath that polished exterior, there’s a sense of vulnerability, a realness that makes her more relatable than most would think. She’s a good girl, trying to do her best, but every now and then, the weight of expectations pushes her to stray, even if it’s just for a moment, and she becomes that much more human in the process.

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Okay so I decided to write a bunch of the requests on Saxon and just post one everyday so don’t think I forgot 😭 but while I was writing I was watching remember the titans (the best movie to ever exist imo no exaggeration) and I saw sunshine and how fine he was. And then I went to look for some fics of him and there are NONE. And he was one of the only boys to not discriminate when joining the team like he was so cute. I might create a story with him and a black reader because I can see it so clearly. So now I have to ask should she be the coaches daughter? Or a cheerleader? Or I was thinking she’s good with numbers so she helps the coaches on the sidelines but doesn’t actually care for football. Please tell me yall seen this movie because I need help I wanna write this so bad

Can you make yet another AMAZING Lochlan x reader fic? Possibly one where she’s poc or lower class and they meet while at the full moon party?

And maybe they have a fun romance before the end of the vacation, obviously with his parents not knowing or approving, could it also be spicer if you’re comfortable with it? Thanks! Your work is SOOO GOOD!!!

FULL MOON

accidentally fell in love with this reader. You will see more of her and them

Lochlan didn’t mean to stare. Really, he didn’t.

But there was something about her. Maybe it was her hair, big, voluminous curls that bounced when she moved, catching the moonlight and flickering in and out of the neon haze of the Full Moon Party. Maybe it was her laugh, high pitched, almost like a squeal, pure joy wrapped in sound. Or maybe it was her smile, the way her slightly imperfect teeth made her seem all the more perfect.

His gaze lingered too long.

Saxon, standing beside him, caught on immediately. “No, dude,” he said, reaching out to turn Lochlan’s head the other way. “No. We’re not doing this.”

Lochlan barely heard him. The drugs in his system, still fresh, still making his skin tingle, his chest light, were building him a new confidence, one he wasn’t used to. He felt untouchable, like his usual nervousness had been stripped away by the pounding bass and flashing lights. He didn’t overthink it. Didn’t talk himself out of it.

He just walked over.

The closer he got, the more details stood out. The glow of her skin, the single dimple in her cheek when she turned to say something to her friend. It was unfair, the effect she had on him. Like she was something soft in a world that had always felt a little too sharp.

When she noticed him standing there, she tilted her head, smile still lingering. “Hey,” she said, voice soft but not shy.

“Hey,” he echoed, suddenly aware he hadn’t thought this far ahead.

She studied him, eyes flickering across his face before she grinned. “You lost or something?”

He shook his head. “No, I just—” He cut himself off, rubbing the back of his neck. “I saw you.”

She blinked, then let out a breathy laugh, that squeal of hers breaking through. “You saw me?”

“Yeah.”

“And?”

Lochlan felt his mouth twitch into a lopsided grin. “And I wanted to come over.”

She gave him a long look, her dimple deepening as she took him in. Then, as if deciding something, she stepped closer. “Well,” she mused, reaching up without hesitation to straighten the collar to his shirt. “Now you’re here.”

He swallowed, his skin burning where her fingers brushed against him. She was touchy, comfortable in her own space and in his, like she belonged there. He wasn’t used to it, not in the way she did it. Not in the way it made him feel.

“Guess I am,” he murmured.

Her smile widened. “Guess you are.”

The party raged on around them, but Lochlan barely noticed. His world had narrowed down to the girl in front of him, her curls, her dimple, the way she made him feel like maybe, for once, he wasn’t just the younger Ratliff brother standing in Saxon’s shadow.

Maybe, to her, he was just Lochlan.

And maybe that was enough.

She didn’t step back. Didn’t give him space. Instead, she reached up again, fingertips grazing his jaw, trailing down his cheek like she was trying to memorize him.

Lochlan went still. He wasn’t used to this. Girls weren’t usually this… bold with him. Not like this. Not in a way that wasn’t forced or teasing. But she was different. She wasn’t playing a game, she just did things because she wanted to.

He swallowed hard, watching her eyes flicker between his, a quiet curiosity settling between them. “You don’t talk much, do you?” she teased.

Lochlan let out a breathy chuckle. “I do,” he said, “just not when I feel like an idiot.”

She grinned, her fingers slipping up to his temple, smoothing over his hair. “Why do you feel like an idiot?”

“Because I’m standing in front of you.”

Her laughter was immediate, bright and sweet and unrestrained. She shook her head, her curls brushing against his chest as she leaned in, resting her chin on his shoulder for a second before pulling back just enough to look at him again.

“You’re funny,” she said, eyes sparkling.

Lochlan shrugged. “Not really.”

She hummed, tilting her head. “No, I think you are. You just don’t know it.”

His lips parted, but before he could say anything, she leaned up—pressing a quick, barely-there kiss to his cheek.

Lochlan blinked.

She did it again. And again.

Soft, fleeting kisses along his jaw, his cheekbone, the corner of his lips. Not lingering, just there and gone, like she was testing something.

Lochlan’s breath hitched.

His hands twitched at his sides, wanting to do something, touch her waist, thread his fingers through her hair, pull her closer, but he was frozen, stuck between disbelief and pure, dizzying want.

Then, finally, she pressed her lips to his.

It wasn’t deep. It wasn’t rushed. It was warm and sweet and slow, like she had all the time in the world, like she wanted to savor it.

Lochlan felt lightheaded.

When she pulled away, her smile was soft, almost shy despite how openly affectionate she was. “Still feel like an idiot?”

He exhaled, shaking his head. “No,” he admitted. “Just feel lucky.”

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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

hi, i love ur lochlan fics!! specially the pinky promise one. also i'm so scared for the two episodes left 😔 no more twl sundays until next season. who do u think is gonna die in the last episode? i feel like it's gonna be an accident death like the others seasons finale. i hope lochlan n his bi twink ass survives n i hope chelsea too 🚬🚬

HIII THANK YOU ILY!! And tbh the 6th episode changed everything for me and I have a few candidates who might die at the end but I also think they’re gonna show more that happened the night with Lochlan and Saxon. I think Tanya is safe until the end of the show for sure. Honestly I’m thinking Rick. And I’m gonna throw in a wild card and say piper. But in all honesty I think Lochlan is safe, if Chelsea dies idk what ima do