#lottie thoughts 💜

[shaunamilfman]

yellowjackets + affection headcanons

pairing: Shauna Shipman x r, Jackie Taylor x r, Lottie Matthews x r, Natalie Scatorccio x r note: seperatelyyyyy.

Shauna Shipman

very subtle demonstrations of affection. she’s definitely not a fan of over-the-top displays of PDA, preferring to express her feelings through her actions. show, don’t tell type.

does a lot of small things like making your favorite meal, leaving you little notes, and letting you pick what to watch even if it’s not your turn.

a lot of what she does isn’t especially romantic in nature, though it’s not to say that she doesn’t have her moment, but it’s always demonstrative that you’re special to her in some way or another.

very clingy, but not necessarily in public. she really likes to sit flush against you on the couch, the entirety of her side pressed against yours as she rests her head against yours. 

she’s a big fan of just laying together, even if you’re not necessarily intending on going to sleep. running her fingers across your skin absentmindedly as you lay together on the couch.

gives you compliments almost as if they’re an afterthought, but they’re always so sincere that you know she’s put actual thought into them even if she pretends otherwise.

drunk Shauna or jealous Shauna is all over you, though. she sees someone breathe in your direction and nearly jumps the couch to get over to you.

she’s so protective of you, even over the smallest things. imagined injustices are too much for her. tell her Nat was mean to you in a dream, and her ass is glaring at her the next time she sees her.

she’s always watching you in one way or another. sometimes it’s because she's being possessive, but she mostly just likes to know that you’re okay. any time you’re separated at the same event, you can relax knowing Shauna knows exactly where you are at any moment.

Shauna Shipman will not forget a date. she knows every milestone of your relationship and could list off the day they happened. she’s kind of cheating because her ass is going straight home and writing in her journal about it the day it happens, so she can always check back to the date.

Jackie Taylor

likes to make your life easier any way she can. unfortunately, Jackie’s ideas of what would make your life easier aren’t always exactly true. but she’s trying, and that’s the important part, right? sure, you spent twenty minutes trying to figure out how she reorganized your kitchen, but she did it with love.

queen of PDA. she’s all over you all the time. her ass will climb you like a tree in public. absolutely does not understand that there’s a time and a place for all that, but who would want her to?

always, always, always holding your hand. tries to pull your hand off the wheel at every single stoplight because it’s been sooooo long. kisses your cheek any time you’ve done anything that made her even the slightest bit happy, or also just because. she’s not picky.

no one on Earth will talk you up more than Jackie Taylor. she’s showering you with compliments, both to your face and to anyone who will listen to her talk about you. they’re all so genuine too.

plans the most complex dates you’ve ever seen. truthfully, they’re mostly for her own benefit, but you always have a good time anyway. she will expect to hear how impressed you were with whatever she planned out at length. she needs the reassurance.

so physically affectionate. hand-holding where she just plays with your fingers while watching TV. anytime you’re lying down, trust that Jackie will be climbing on top of you and staying there. falls asleep on top of you, and you’re stuck there till she wakes up.

listens very intently whenever you talk, but eventually her eyes always end up falling to your lips. she’s just a girl.

she’s so playfully mean to you. always gently poking fun at something you’re doing as she skips up next to you and presses the entirety of her body against your back.

so incredibly possessive. god forbid you even look in someone else's direction or it’s on. as much as she craves your attention on her all the time, it truly is just the way she cares for you.

quality time!!! your ass isn’t going anywhere.

Lottie Matthews

Lottie’s trying to get you lore dropping on the first date for sure. she’s very emotionally aware and enjoys the intimacy of sharing secrets and feelings between the two of you.

loves to take care of you. she hates when you’re sick but also loves to smother you in love and care whenever you are. definitely confesses it to you guiltily one day like it’s a grievous sin.

stocks her cabinets with things that you like. walking around the store with a little list of everything she’s ever seen you eat before you stay over for the first time.

forces the nastiest herbal teas on you for your "health.”.

gives you so many gifts. most of them are just small little trinkets that remind her of you, but they’re always so thoughtful in nature. remembers anything you’ve ever mentioned being interested in or looked at when out at shops.

the type to drop in while you’re studying all day with a snack because she knows you forgot to eat. pulling you out of your chair to get up and dance with her because you haven’t moved from your desk in four hours. pulling your headphones off your ears and dragging you to bed because you have to get up in six hours.

she’s so physical touch. Lottie’s always touching you in some way or another. just small touches mostly: brushes of her fingers across her arm as you walk past her, fingers intertwined as you walk around whatever market she’s dragged you to today, her thumb against your face as she rubs off the tiniest speck of dirt, brushing hair out of your face as you talk animatedly.

good luck getting Lottie’s head off of your shoulder. doesn’t matter if you’re standing or laying down. she’s zeroing in on it immediately.

Natalie Scatorrcio

not traditionally affectionate in the slightest. she’s very awkward with it at the best of times. epitome of like, “I dunno, you’re cool, or whatever,” while kicking the toe of her shoe against the dirt and avoiding eye contact. does not have any experience with giving or receiving affection at all.

she blushes to her ears at even the slightest hint of love or care once you get closer. girl does not know what to do with herself; she's so stressed.

it takes forever for Nat to tell you anything personal about her life. so when she finally does start talking that vulnerability is a major sign of her affection for you.

quality time where you sit together and do separate things. sitting on opposite sides of the couch while Nat keeps sneaking looks at you whenever she thinks you’re not paying attention.

she’s not great at comforting you while you’re upset, but she’ll always listen for as long as you want to talk about it.

so incredibly loyal and protective. she’s not even letting rightful criticism of you go. at least when other people say it. argues with someone for twenty minutes about something you did, but the second you’re alone she’s like, “that was so lame.”

she’s really physically affectionate in public, but not in the traditional sense. bumps your shoulders together a lot while giving you that crooked grin of hers, taps her foot against yours under the table, that sort of thing. in private, I think she would like more full-body contact stuff like cuddling than handholding or stuff of that nature.

Nat’s the type to drop you off at the front of the store when it’s raining while she parks the car. always walks on the curbside of the sidewalk so that car “hits her instead." always tries to open the door for you even when it’s inconvenient (think rushing around the car).

definitely the type to present you with pretty rocks she found and grins stupidly whenever she sees it sitting on a shelf at your place.

likes to try to fix things around your house.

[thatgayb1tchwhosimps4her]

HEY PEOPLE!!! THIS IS THE OFFICIAL 100 FOLLOWER SPECIAL!!!

And in commemoration of that, I (with the help of talking to @lotties-ashwagandha) have created this fic, please enjoy.

Summary: Basically just reader (18/19) being new to Lottie's wellness centre and having a pre-made bond with her, and sort of one with Nat (since she gets inducted into it a few weeks after r), then the rest of the adults arrive and things get interesting...

This is a bit of a long-en and it took fucking forever, and it feels a little rushed, but oh well, enjoy :)

@zhivaxo

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Eat Your Young

❤️🧡💚💜💙💛

Adult YellowJacket's x Late Teen!GN/AFAB Reader

❤️🧡💚💜💙💛

Word Count: 3152.

I may have gotten a little carried away w/ this, but I just love them all sm, and istg if this flops I will cry cause I actually love this sm.

Also he/him and transmasc Van and Nat, cause I love them 😁.

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You'd arrived at the compound about a couple of months ago, after Lottie had spotted you being dragged around at a farmers market in downtown New York she was also at, by your asshole of a father who insisted upon showing you the exact and only crafted beer he liked and drank (nothing of which ever ended well when he drank it).

Of course, after noticing what was actually going on by the way he acted toward you, she insisted upon taking you away from him to the compound, and to also help you cope with your past trauma, once she got to speak with you alone. At first to which you denied, unsure of what would happen and if your father would find you if accepted.

Eventually, she got you to accept, god damn those pleading brown eyes of hers. Which was how you ended up here, Camp Green Pine (it was actually really pretty now that you thought about it), or Lottie's cult, as Nat had referred to it on multiple occasions, which you found rather assuming, of which you'd never admit to Lottie.

The same 'here' that one of Lottie and Nat's old friends, Misty, turned up at about a week after Nat first got here, with somebody else, Waldo you recalled his name being, or Walter. The two of them later on being joined by some of their other friends, later of which, you learned their names, Tai, Van and Shauna.

More specifically, the 'here' that was known as the sharing shack, having been trying to track Lottie down for the last hour, having gotten lost at least a couple times, wanting to review one of your sessions for the week, unsure of what it meant. All of which was soon forgotten when you stumbled upon her and her old friends in said sharing shack, the previous conversation dying down pretty quickly upon your entry.

"Hi, sorry I don't mean to intrude. I just wanted to borrow Charlotte for a minute, go over this one part of my schedule for this week. I can go though if this is a bad time." You stated, stumbling over your own words, not wanting to make a bad first impression on the other 4.

"Of course not, my love, come sit." Lottie answered, patting the seat to her left, between her and Natalie.

"Okay," You answered, nervously walking over to and taking your seat next to the two of them, dressed in an oversized heliotrope jumper, light blue denim jeans and black converse, before handing her the piece of paper, as she inspected it.

Watching on as the others exchanged slightly awkward glances, flashing them small smiles as some sort of piece offering, to which none of them acknowledged, except the blonde that was sitting next to Nat, who offered a small wave back, which you replied with a small nod, moving slightly closer to Lottie, feeling Nat's hand rest on the small of your back as some form of comfort you were guessing.

"Yeah don't worry about it, it's just like the group therapy you sat in on Monday morning, except more of how to cope with specific issues, rather then sharing experiences and stuff, since I know that's a tough thing for you to do." Lottie spoke, turning back to and smiling sweetly at you and handing you back your schedule, to which you folded up and slid into your back pocket.

"Oh okay, that uh makes sense, thank you." You replied, still feeling the rest of the groups gaze on you, taking this as your cue to get up and leave, as you went to do so you felt Nat tug on the bottom of your jumper.

"Um, excuse you." You stated, not wanting to cause a scene.

"What, you want me to do everything here?" Nat said, turning to Lottie, then the rest of the group.

"Listen dove," Lottie started, taking your hand and guiding you to sit back down, "I hope you don't mind, but I've been talking to the group about you tonight, along with some of your past........ issues." The brunette added, moving her hand to rest on your thigh as you gulped.

You weren't sure how to take this. 'What past issues did she mean?' Were they the ones you cried to her over? No, she wouldn't, would she? More importantly, why would she?'

"Oh, okay," You spoke, unsure of where this conversation headed. "What issues were you talking about?"

"Well uh, just some of the general stuff, since some of them," She shot a look at Tai and Van, who were quick to look down at the floor, a slight blush prominent on their cheeks. "had questions about you, and wanted to know some things about you." Lottie explained, running her thumb over the plush part of your inner thigh, trying to provide some sort of comfort.

"What, like how old I am, see if any of my past traumas match up with yours?" You retorted jokingly, smirking slightly, the room falling slightly tense as you were fully understanding the manor of their previous conversation.

The room went quiet, before the curly blonde, Misty, stood up and walked over to you, crouching in front of you.

"We just wanna help you, my love." The woman said, resting a hand on your knee, the other intertwining with your own hand, lifting it to her lips, pressing a kiss on the back of your hand softly, looking up at you sincerely. 'She seems nice' you thought to yourself, as you blushed softly.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but Misty's right, darling." Nat spoke, his hand still resting and rubbing up and down your lower back.

"What you went through with your dad. What he did to you, to try and change you and stuff, honestly I-," He cut himself off sensing the change in your body language at the sensitive subject, your gaze going from looking at her to down at your lap, fiddling with your hands, before speaking up again. "Look, we just wanna help, in anyway we can."

"Mhm." The rest of them agreed, as the other brunette, Shauna, suddenly appeared behind you, essentially boxing you in between her, Nat, Misty and Lottie.

"Will you let us help you out, sweetheart?" Shauna asked, smoothing her hands over your shoulders.

"O-okay," You replied, removing your gaze from your lap to glance up at her, before looking back at the group. "I don't know how, but you can, all of you can, help, I mean." You added, slightly flustered, as the brunette behind you shared a knowing look with the rest of the group, causing Nat to take your other hand, him and Misty standing you up and leading you back to Lottie's quarters, Shauna and Lottie following behind, Tai and Van following after them.

A million questions were running through your mind as you were lead toward Lottie's bedroom, like 'Was what you thought was gonna happen actually about to happen? Was this some sort of fever dream?'.

All of which were quickly forgotten when you arrived at Lottie's, Nat's hands quickly moving to your jumper, slipping them under it and pulling it over your head, discarding it on the floor, while Van came around your back and started kissing along your neck slowly, and the rest of the group were ridding themselves of their shoes and clothes.

"They look so pretty for us, right guys?" Van stated, littering your jaw with soft kisses. "Is that okay to say?" He added, to which you replied with a nod.

"Damn right they are." Nat answered, everybody else agreeing in some way, her hands going down to your belt, unbuckling it before unzipping your jeans, discarding both of them on the growing pile of clothes on the floor, leaving you in your binder and boxer shorts and everyone in the room, except Nat and Van, in just their underwear.

"It's alright," Lottie stated, approaching you in her matching set of dark purple lingerie, as the other two pulled away from you to sort their clothes out, "just trust us, okay? We'll take care of you" She added, smoothing her thumbs over your ribs and planted a soft kiss on your forehead, sensing your anxiousness.

You nodded in response, feeling Shauna and Misty come up behind you, the brunette starting to plant kisses along your right shoulder, while the blonde did the same to your left, running her hands over the bottom of your binder, as they led you back onto Lottie's bed, pushing you down onto it lightly as your legs hit the end of it, before climbing onto it to sit either side of you and start attacking your face and neck with long, heated kisses.

Lottie then came over to you with Tai, kneeling on the hardwood floors of her cabin between your thighs, as Tai came and sat on the bed running her fingers over your stomach and up your chest, making more warmth pool into your lower abdomen while Shauna and Misty continued kissing along your shoulders and up and down either side of your neck and jawline.

"Is it okay if I take this off, baby?" Tai questioned, resting her hands at the hem of your binder.

"Mhm," You answered, nodding slowly, slightly apprehensive to let it happen, "You can take it off." You added, lifting your arms up slightly to assist with her taking your binder, straightening it out and placing it on the floor with a light thud.

Misty and Shauna moved their mouths over your shoulders, sucking hickeys over them and along your jaw and neck softly, making you moan slightly, as Lottie moved her hands further up your thighs to your boxers, looking up at you and then back down at your briefs, wordlessly communicating with you as you nodded at her, then pulling them down a little, letting her do the rest as Van came over, and sat next to you, between Tai and Misty, and started to run her hand over the side of your chest.

After a little while of Misty and Shauna continuing to kiss along either side of your neck and shoulders, while Lottie finished pulling your boxers down to your ankles, running her fingers along your slit, starting to run her thumb over your clit, making you whine slightly.

"Sh sh sh, it's okay baby. Just trust me, alright? It'll be worth it." The brunette stated, before leaning down and pressing a kiss against it, making you moan softly.

Once Lottie started working her mouth against your clit, Van took this opportunity to use his newfound confidence to lean forward and rest his hand on your boob, squishing and kneading it slightly and giggling softly.

"Wow, seriously, are you still 12?" Tai spoke, watching this exchange.

"What?! They're good boobs, okay? Sue me." Van spoke, defending his actions, with a slight scowl before his expression dropped and he spoke again. "Oh wait, fuck, that's okay to say, right?" He added.

"It's fine Van, honestly, don't worry about it. This seriously feels like a fever dream, I'm really not that bothered what you call me as long as you don't call me a girl or a boy" You replied, giggling slightly yourself, to which Van replied with a nod, going back to squishing both your boobs while Lottie started working her mouth on your clit swirling her tongue around it, eliciting strings of moans from your mouth.

"Such pretty noises, baby." Tai stated, leaning forward and kissing you softly, before taking your bottom lip between her teeth, biting and sucking on it softly, before reaching down, resting the back of her palm on Lottie's chin and pushing to fingers inside you, forcing another moan out of you.

'God this is pure bliss' you thought.

Lottie working her mouth on your clit, while Misty and Shauna were pressing theirs against your neck and jaw line and down your shoulders over and over

Van was kneading hos hand over your boob, while Tai was pressing hers against Lottie's chin while working her fingers inside you, and Nat, Nat was god knows where, but you didn't think of that too much right now.

All you were focused on was the warm feeling that was flowing in your lower abdomen, and feeling every bit of their combined touch that was gliding over your body.

"Oh pretty baby, you that close already?" Tai piped up, feeling you start to clench around her fingers, looking up at you and seeing you bite your lip. "Tsk tsk tsk tsk." She muttered under her breath, starting to curl her fingers inside you slightly faster.

"I- ah, I'm- fuck, I'm sorry. I can try and wait, I didn't mean to- god. I can try, I can-" You stuttered out, being cut off by Misty pressing her finger over your mouth.

"Sh sh sh, it's okay. It's more then okay, that's exactly what we wanted. It's okay" The blonde reassure, pressing a kiss against your jaw.

"I- are you, are you sure?" You asked, tilting your head back slightly.

"Mhm," Shauna reassured, running her hand over your shoulder. "It's okay, just let go, alright sweetheart?"

You looked down at Lottie, who was still working her mouth on your clit, for some sort of reassurance or confirmation.

"It's okay," Lottie stated, glancing up at you, running her thumb over your thigh, while trailing her tongue over your clit. "Just wait a little longer, alright? Can you do that for mommy?"

"Momm- I- fuck, mommy please, I can't-." You begged, tilting your head back against Misty's shoulder, moaning and panting softly, getting closer.

"Okay, okay, it's okay. Just take your time." Tai said, glancing down at Lottie, while still working her fingers inside you, feeling you clench a little more.

"Fuck- mommy! I'm gonna cum, please please please please." You begged a little more.

"Okay baby, you got it. Cum for us, darling." Lottie stated, just before you fell over the edge with a long, loud moan.

Cumming all over Tai's fingers and Lottie's mouth, dripping down her chin, while bucking your hips up against her mouth, riding out your orgasm.

"God, you're so pretty, baby." Van spoke up, leaning in and kissing along your neck, still kneading his hands over your boobs.

"Fuck-" You rasped out after a few moments, tilting your head back against Shauna's shoulder, looking up at her and Misty.

"God, you did so well for us." Shauna said, softly pressing her lips against yours.

"Damn right they did." Nat stated, speaking up for the first time in a while, approaching you and the rest of the group.

Straps secured around his thighs over his boxers, light blue dildo attached to it, making you gulp softly, as you lifted your head up from it's place on Shauna's shoulder.

"It's okay." Lottie assured, as she rose from her place on the floor to kneel between you and Shauna, mirroring Van's position. "Can you look at me, dove?" She added, running her thumb over your chin.

"There's my pretty little baby." The brunette said, running her thumb over your cheek as you tilted your head toward her. "Now listen okay? Natalie's gonna take good care of you, alright baby? And I'll be here the whole time." She added, lacing her fingers with yours to hold your hand gently.

"O-okay," You stated, nodding your head slowly. "Okay." You said again, turning your head toward Nat, who had his tilted to the side, rested her hand on the underside of the strap, jerking it off slightly.

God he looked so hot. Already with sweat clinging to his face, and a small smirk on his lips, and the abs.

"There you go." Nat said, slipping his strap inside you while these thoughts were clouding your mind, making you groan loudly.

"Fuck, Natalie." You moaned out softly, as he pressed his hands down against your hips and start hammering into you, not giving you enough time to adjust. Making the rest of them smirk slightly at how loud you were being, and how gorgeous you looked.

"Oh sweet baby, you sound so good for us. So good for Natalie." Tai stated, starting to run her thumb over your clit, still sensitive from Lottie working her mouth on it earlier.

"Such an eager little love for daddy's cock, hmmm Y/n/n?" Nat said, thrusting his hips slightly harder against yours.

"Fuck, god, yes. Daddy please, I need it so bad." You begged, gripping Lottie's hand tightly, as Tai kept rubbing her thumb over your clit.

That with the help of Nat, who kept hammering himself inside you, had you hurtling toward another orgasm so soon.

"You look so gorgeous all fucked out for Natalie, Y/n." Misty giggled, pressing kisses along the left side of your jaw and down your neck, while Van kept kneading his hands over your boobs, plucking your nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

"I think someone's close again." Shauna perked up, peering over your shoulder to look at Nat, before glancing down to watch your face contort and your mouth open and close, letting out breathy moans.

"No I- no I jus- fuck Natalie! I-" You stuttered out, being cut off by Lottie kissing you again.

"It's okay, love. We're not here to stop you, we're here to make you feel good and give you a treat, alright?" She said, pressing her lips against your cheek.

"Cmon baby," Van whispered against your cheek, still squishing his hand over your boob. "You can do it."

As soon as he said that, combined with the feeling of Nat still forcefully thrusting his strap into you, while grunting softly, and Tai rubbing circles around your clit quicker then before.

Along with the rest of them doing their own things, your senses became overwhelmed with pleasure for the second time that night, causing you to release and came hard over Nat's strap and Tai's hand, while moaning loudly.

As Nat fucked you through your orgasm, Shauna and Misty were still working their mouths along your neck and jaw (by now of which were probably covered in hickeys), and Van was still squishing and plucking your boobs with his fingers.

It wasn't until they helped you slowly ride out your high, that you slumped down against them, sweat dripping off your forehead while panting heavily, and that Nat slowly pulled out, tucking his strap back into his boxers, while he and the rest of the group watched you as you recovered from your climax, letting you return back to yourself.

Once your orgasm had fully subsided, Lottie leant up slightly and softly pressed her lips against yours. Speaking to you, as if only wanting you to hear. "Good job, baby, you did so good. The wilderness is pleased with you now. It's pleased with all of us."

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So for those of you still reading, if you didn't get it by now, this was a 100 follower special (yay me, though there is more then 100 of u guys by now but oh well), and I just wanted to hop on here for those that are still reading, I'm so grateful to every single one of you that have interacted with me/my posts over the last year.

I only got into writing fan fiction as an outlet for stuff going on in my personal life (cause life has sucked a lot for me, especially over the last year, but yk we deal), but to know people actually like my stuff is really awesome.

Love you guys lots (I should probably come up with a nickname at this point or something), here's to the next 100 and I hope you enjoyed this fic.

-Harlow

P.s This was fairly rushed at the end and this is defo garbage, but I just wanted to get this out.

And ignore the fact Nat disappeared mid way through this, I didn't know what to do with him, but yk we ball.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Hewwooooo Bex my bestieeeee 💜 I would love some Grabber x Reader please, maybe with the premise being that he has the reader upstairs during a moment of "punishment" but Max pulls up so Grabber had to pull you into a closet. While Max is busy with his uh nose medicine Grabber decides to continue his punishment but this time you need to be quiet, because Max can't hear you or it will ruin everything. Being fucked from behind, his hand around your neck and fingers shoved in your mouth, lots of dirty nasty whispers in the readers ear please. Thank youuuuu 🥰💜

It’s Sunday, Sunday, Sunday, which means I am here to bless y’all with a bit of Grabber smut! I hope this is to your liking Lottie, something quick and fucking dirty, may the rest of you get a lot out of it too!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 1.9K. The Grabber X AFAB! Reader. No Pronouns Specified. Warnings: Punishment. Spanking. Risky Sex. Don’t Get Caught. Unprotected Sex. Vaginal Sex. Hold The Moan. Choking. Dirty Talk. Degradation. Mild Praise. Some Mean Stuff Said About Max, (Don’t Believe It Tho.) Use Of Whore And Slut. Mentions Of Threesome And Oral Sex. Slapping. Nipple Play. Creampie.

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Play Along. 

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He had wanted to play with you and you had gotten to the point of being so bored and broken down in that basement that you gave in. The issue with his style of ‘play’ is that you are never told the rules and you have to guess and between lack of proper sleep and food and other factors, you don’t have all your wits and your assumption gets you in trouble. Some contrite saying about making an ass out of you and me flashes through your brain before he has you over his knee and then you aren’t thinking of much of anything. 

Nothing goes through your mind other than a string of curses along with sharp jolts of pain, gritting your teeth and trying to bare it but that is an impossibility with how hard he hits your bare ass. Each open handed slap makes your body jerk forward with a yelp or a choked off groan. The pain was becoming too much, tears brimming in your eyes and threatening to spill over as you clawed weakly at the couch cushion within reach and tried to just endure.  That is how it went until he was between hits, about to lay down even more hurt when you heard it, the slam of a car door outside, his head jerking up, a quiet curse, “Shit.” 

Your own head followed upon hearing his tone, was he not expecting someone? Was this your chance? Mouth falling open you took a deep breath, ready to call out but his hand closed over your mouth and the other hooked in the back collar of your shirt and he hauled you up, “Come on.”

You started to put up a fight but again, you didn’t have much strength from the lack of food, also trying to gain your footing was difficult with your shorts and panties bunched around your thighs as they currently were. You thought he was going to throw you back into the basement but there seemed to be no time because you were forced into the closet and he came right in with you. The door was closed and he was behind you, one hand still locked over your mouth and the other over the front of your throat, his thumb digging into your pulse point as the front door swung open. You peered through the slats of the closet door you were right in front of and saw some strange man you had never seen before enter the house. The door closed and he made his way to the couch, one hand in his pocket, you assume putting away his keys but then a bag full of white powder is procured as he sits on the couch and oh, that is what is happening now. 

You don’t have time to focus on him upending the contents onto the glass and starting to cut it because the hand on your neck squeezes and you feel his hips press forward. The sensation of rough denim against your bare ass and the hardness beneath the fabric and therefore what he wants is unmistakable. But here? Now? In such a dangerous situation where you could be caught by-shit, you still didn’t know who this guy was. 

Wait maybe he could help you, maybe he could get you out, if you both fight him off there is a chance, you swallow against his palm and take a deep inhale through your nose but the grip on your mouth tightens as he leans in, “You’re not gonna do anything stupid, right?”

A small questioning sound at the back of your throat that he can barely pick up and he says next, “Like make any sounds that would draw his attention over here, are you?” 

A half shrug so subtle he might have missed it in the dark if he weren’t pressed flush against you as he was. There was what you think might be a laugh from him before he schools it, the rumble of his chest really cluing you in, “What? You think the cokehead out there is gonna save you?”

He doesn’t relent, still whispering in your ear, just to you, “You seriously believe that guy would give a fuck about you out there? How do you know he isn’t aware of what I’m all about?”

Your stomach drops, you didn’t know that, you had no way of knowing, what if you make your presence known and then you don’t just have one tormentor but two? A chill runs through you at the prospect and your mind races until you feel him grinding on you once more and you know it is helpless, you relax in his grip and he hums out, “There you go, make it nice and easy for me.”

The hand on your throat leaves long enough to push the jeans down his hips, his hand replaces itself on your throat and he grinds against you, bare slide of him against you and you take another deep breath to keep yourself pliable and slack. He takes your lack of fight as open invitation, a few prods against your steadily leaking hole and a press on your throat makes you squirm, tilt your hips back slightly and that is more than enough for him to slide inside. He is in you so fast there is no time to react before he is shoving as deep as he can be in this position, you can hear the way his breathing picks up behind the mask after that sharp inhale from the initial insertion. Barely a moment to get used to the feeling of him stretching you open before he starts to move. 

There was essentially no prep from him or yourself, and yet he slides in so smoothly he has to comment on it, a hushed whisper of, “You’re this wet from me beating you?” A low groan that you feared might get you caught but the man on the couch seemed far, far too engrossed in his current ah “activity” to pay your risky hookup in the closet a few feet away any mind. 

“You really are a fucking whore.” He grit out as he pulled out halfway before slamming back in, your hands went out in front of you, bracing against either side of the door so you wouldn’t get knocked through it by the force of his thrusts. “Least you have some brains. Don’t wanna get caught, right? Then the fun’ll stop-”

You didn’t. 

Or you thought you didn’t. 

But for some reason, him saying that, hand around your throat, thick shaft splitting you open at a steady pace, the tone of his voice behind that mask, clearly strained from pleasure, it made you clench around him with a weak whimper. Is the sex itself making the idea become appealing to you? Drunk on sensation making the concept have undeniable appeal?

The idea of the closet door being opened and some stranger finding you getting railed stupid, eyes unfocused and glazed and hardly able to restrain your moans and the possibility of what he could do, would he berate you? Would he watch and get himself off or would he pull out his own dick and fuck your mouth without another thought? 

The way your body responded to his very casual suggestion didn’t go unnoticed by him. A groan so quiet it was meant just for you before saying, “Goddamn, you actually like that thought?” 

You say nothing, you don’t want to admit it, give no indication but he doesn’t like that. He squeezes your throat harder, you struggle to breathe and he mockingly draws your name out, a prompt for you to respond but you still do not break, not until the hardest thrust so far makes you nearly yelp. “You don’t have to do much. Just a simple nod will tell me all I need to know-” 

A shake of your head but the pleasure was building, more quiet sounds were nearly pouring out of your throat and he kept going, “-that this isn’t enough, ohh, that you need to get watched, how hard it gets you off-”

Your mouth opens, moan about to leave but he saves you, two fingers shove roughly between your lips, pressing over your tongue and you give in. A shaky nod, a weak moan “I fucking knew it, there, there isn’t it so nice being honest?”

You suck on the fingers he shoved into your mouth, another nod and then, sickeningly saccharine and condescending, he coos into your ear, “Awe it’s so natural for you, hmm? Something in your mouth and you-huff-start sucking immediately.” 

You could feel yourself leaking down your thighs, you attempt to distract yourself with fellating his fingers to hold back the litany of moans you wanted to release. It shouldn’t feel this good, you shouldn’t like this so much, but it was the best you have felt since you have been brought here and you deserved to feel good, right?

The way he was able to continue talking like this, with an almost confident ease was maddening, how could he say such filth as if he did this every day? “Pretty little cunt is choking me. Gonna cum so deep in you.”

Your eyes squeezed shut, drool running down your chin as you searched deep inside yourself for the willpower to be able to be quiet while he does that, your own impending orgasm doing nothing to aid in such an exercise in futility. Your nails bite into cheap wood and he doesn’t stop, his own pace getting sloppy, too lost in it to care over the fact that your body's meeting was producing some sound. 

The risk along with his hand sliding down your throat and body before going up your shirt, a rough pinch of your nipple before a harsh slap of your tit makes you cum suddenly with a rush of wetness, your hole spasming around his cock. An almost surprised gasp that you came from this, seemingly shocked his rough treatment did it so well for you so quickly. 

A garbled moan of your release around his fingers makes him jam them deeper into your mouth, you choke and gag, squeeze harder around him and he forces himself all the way in, “Get ready-” The hard cold of the mask digging into the space where neck meets shoulder as he admits, “Fuck, cumming!” 

The spill of warmth inside, ironically, makes you shiver, the haze of lust breaking in your mind from the sheer satisfaction of not only your orgasm, but the fact you got away with this without getting caught. Mind taken over with the thought that if you were going to end up in this position again from playing his little games you might just go along with them whenever he asked.

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Thoughts on Shaunanat and Lottieshauna? 💜

i really don't see the shaunanat (why not shaunat?) vision and lottieshauna pmo... as a lottie akgae the scene where shauna just PUMMELS lottie makes me viscerally angry ?? yeah i could never

[pparadiselost]

Lottie!!! You!!! *grips* You are the driving force behind the Milf agenda and I am here for every damn second of it! I’m not the previous anon but holy smokes that Noa x Milf!Reader fic was a solid 10/10. Currently sat here frothing at the mouth because you write breeding kink so well. *bites my entire fucking fist* Primal but also tender.

I’ve always thought that Noa screamed DILF/Daddy (that dick was made for breeding, don’t @ me on this because I just know it is 110% CANON 🥵). Got me over here kicking my feet and squealing smh. 😤 Hope you are having a fantastic day/night and pls keep up the great work (but don’t overwork yourself). - Shy Anon 💜

omg yayyyyy im really happy to see that people are enjoying the noa fic!! just . UGHGHGHGHHGHGHG noa is the perfect guy to fall for his next door neighbor...

like!!! he, of all people, knows best how ephemeral fame and all the glamor are... he's seen the way celebrities hop from one relationship to the other, caring more for image and prestige than actual love... he's seen it from being lavinho's colleague (and friend), watching him with some pretty instagram model wrapped around his arm one day and a hot socialite the next...

noa wants someone that he can come home to. someone that he can pamper and be all sweet with, someone that allows him to be calm more than some mindless monster chasing his next high... this isn't to say he can't be zealous too—once he falls in love with just the right person, he's invested wholly into them. JUST.... i know he'd be a great dad. he's so sweet towards isagi and doesn't have any issues challenging bastard munchen when he thinks they're growing too comfortable, and i knowwwwwww his dick is fat n big n like u said made for breeding aaaaaa

i love kinky mindless sex as much as the next person but romantic vanilla sex rlly does hit in a way nothing else does!!! call me a bit basic but sometimes all we rlly need is to get railed lovingly by our sweethearts and have them tell us they love us!!!!

[crowtrobotx]

I LIKE YOU AND I LIKE LOTTIE AND YOU WILL NEVER ANNOYING US AND ACTUALLY

WE NEED MORE

You all are being TOO NICE to me and it’s making me cry at work!!! I feel so self-conscious about my many thoughts and feelings regarding characters/relationships that I literally made up but like! It’s all coming straight from my heart and the idea that anyone else even remotely enjoys it makes me want to shout about them nonstop and I’m afraid I’ve overstayed my welcome all the time!

I LOVE YOU VIVERN fr every time I look at my lock screen it makes me so unbelievably happy! 💜 YOU and others are the only reasons I keep moving forward!

[dirtychocolatechai]

lottie, my darling, my sweet, my love, light of my life. i come crawling back to you on my hands and knees to thank you for such a delicious fallout fic. i got the notification at work and it was the longest shift ever waiting to get home to read it lol i haven't gotten a chance to watch the show yet but i've played and loved the games. the way you wrote the ghoul is so tasty 10/10 would let him irradiate the fuck outta me (also so sorry i've been gone, work and life have been keeping me busy) 💜💙 -thirsty nonnie

OH MY GOD IM SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU!!!!!!!! HELLO DARLING LIGHT OF MY LIFE MY SUN MY MOON MY STARS!!!!!!!!! I've missed you and thought of you fondly❤️🥹!!! I hope you've been well and taking care - life has been wack these last few years istg.

... on another note 😏the ghoul. yes. he's why we have radaway sksksksk.

seriously tho he has wormed his way into my brain and refuses to leave. i thought it was bad enough with hancock and charon then this motherfucker waltzed in. i swore when i first started watching i'd be normal about him and now here i am 🫠

its so on brand for me im kinda mad lol.

i personally loved the show, and think they did a great job!! there were so many fun little nods to the games and it all felt very plausible for the fallout universe.

like, anytime something new happened i was like yep mhm that checks. plus im a slut for practical effects and i'm so glad they used minimal CGI in terms of character design etc 😭

you'll have to let me know what you think if you watch!! there's a specific scene with the ghoul i think will be as much a problem for you as it was for me 👀

anyway asdhkjshfkjs im so honored you read it and im so happy to hear from you❤️❤️!!!

[cherievol6]

beyond thrilled to read you’re a 1D fan!! i’m new to the fandom in relation to fanfic, and was wondering if you’d ever consider writing 1D fics that accurately describe the amazing friendship all five members share, but that doesn’t romantically/sexually pair them together in a narrative? i enjoy stories that focus on a romantic relationship outside of the band that one of the member’s had at a time, so reading about Zayn and Perrie, for example, that also highlights his life on tour with his four best mates etc..

it could even be something a little imagined like niall and lottie togther, and louis being a protective older brother, or harry looking out for one of louis’s sister’s because he feels like an older brother figure to them etc.

i hope i’m explaining myself clearly and it’s making sense, i basically love stories that infuse authentic parts of their families and friendships with each other on tour that also have a romantic relationship that isn’t with each other or nick grimshaw (something i’m finding quite a lot of on ao3)

i’m not sure if you take requests but i just adore your writing style and way you build stories so i thought you’d be perfect to write a great 1D fic, or maybe point me in the direction of one! :)

any recommendations are greatly appreciated, thank you for your time and take care!!!!💜💜💜

Thank you so much for your kindness I really appreciate it!! Thank you so much for reading🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

I do have one on my masterlist where the boys are mentioned briefly called Midnight Snack if you’re interested, but obviously no pressure!! But the boys aren’t really a subject of any of my writing, and if they are it’s usually just a very brief background character, and nine times out of ten it’s usually Niall.

I believe that @strawnarrries writes a lot about some of the boys so definitely check them out though!! <3 have the best day 🥰

[shaunamilfman]

just read your stalker lottie fic and it gave me some thoughts just imagine

you notice that lottie wasn't at practice but you didn't really pay it any mind and when you get home, you see her in your window and you can see that shes undressing herself and taking pictures of herself in your mirror with her camera. you go inside and hear her moaning through your door and when you walk in she just looks at you with a guilty, yet pleading, look. then shes just like babbling trying to explain herself but she can't so she just whines as you walk up to her and tug on her chin to make her look at you as she spreads her legs to show you just how worked up she is

i still get so many asks about perv lottie and i wrote that shit like 5 months ago. is that what im known for now? 😭

no because you'd totally come home to find your uniform discarded around her on the floor. she clearly started off wearing it, but by the time you get there she's got nothing but your jacket, underwear, and your long socks on. one hand gripping the camera and the other between her legs.

she gives you a guilty look but she's so obviously pleased by the interruption. she lost track of time, yeah, but she loves how annoyed you look to find that she's broken into your room again. desperately trying to explain herself but her hand never stops moving. no sound in the room but her pathetic attempts at an apology and her fingers between her legs.

perv lottie has such a thing for your hand on her chin i feel. something about being forced to make eye contact with you drives her wild. she spends so much of her time skulking around just out of sight that she can't help but whimper and spread her legs when she gets your full attention

lottie on her back, insisting she keeps the letterman jacket on, sock-clad legs wrapped around your back as she pulls you closer. needs you to tell her how fucking creepy she is as she grinds against you. pinning her hands above her head as she whines and pleads with you about how sorry she is and how she'll never do it again (she'll be back tomorrow)

[thatgayb1tchwhosimps4her]

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requested by @musicallisto : hi lottie, congrats on 4k - that's INCREDIBLE! You deserve each and every one of those followers, your work is astounding. could I request an anthony bridgerton one-shot with prompt 1 + young and beautiful by lana del rey? I've been missing a little bit of romance lately. thank you sm if you do it! 💜

requested by anon: can i request an anthony bridgerton x reader fic where he thought he absolutely despises her without any clear reasons but it was actually him denying his feelings for the reader?

a/n: she's a long one, folks

summary: There is a difference between Viscount Bridgerton and Anthony Bridgerton. One is a Rake. The other is a man, broken by his father's death, who has never really been able to be just Anthony. Y/N knows the feeling all too well

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"We pick in alphabetical order!"

"Which means I'm always going to be last!" Eloise whined, stamping her foot. "Why don't we do youngest to oldest?"

"Because then I'll be last!"

"Enough!" Daphne exclaimed, silencing Anthony. "Since we cannot agree, why don't we let our guest choose first? Miss Elliot?"

Y/N looked at Daphne expectantly. "I am slightly afraid that no matter what I choose I will be starting a war."

"No one will dare complain since you are our most esteemed guest," Daphne said, giving Eloise a pointed gaze. "Please, go ahead."

When the Bridgerton's had, collectively, mentioned a game of pall mall - whatever that was - Y/N was dubious. But at the evil glint in the eye of Lord Bridgerton at his younger brother, Y/N simply had to join in.

Anything to antagonise the viscount.

Y/N hardly knew the man but in the short time she had known him, he'd driven her mad. Perhaps some of Y/N's hatred towards the viscount was because of the assumptions she'd made of the man over the years.

A Capital R rake was never to be trusted. Besides, as she reached her fourth year out in society, Y/N was running out of time to find a husband. She didn't have time to run around flirting and playing with men who weren't ready to commit.

Or men who weren't looking for a love match. Lord Bridgerton.

Y/N stepped forward, looking at the mallets. They were all worn and looked tired after years of use and, presumably, abuse. Her eyes went directly to the black mallet - the only dark colour in the otherwise pastel set. She glanced at Lord Bridgerton and noticed how his gaze was fixed on the mallet.

So, she walked up and pulled it out of the box.

The shocked gasps from the rest of the family and the glare he gave her told Y/N she had, in fact, chosen well.

"Well, would you look at that, brother," Benedict said, grinning at Anthony.

Anthony's jaw was tense. "Shut up."

"Can the rest of us choose now?" Eloise asked, looking around.

No one moved. Then, Eloise darted forward and snatched up the yellow mallet, ignoring Colin's complaints. Benedict snatched the dark blue one whilst Daphne grabbed the purple one. Colin reluctantly took the orange one and, after glaring at it, Anthony took the pink one.

"To the field of combat!" Daphne exclaimed, holding her mallet up high as if it was a sword.

Y/N laughed and followed after them, keen to see the Bridgerton's in action. "I dare say, Your Grace," Y/N said, catching up with Daphne, "I am not entirely sure how to play this game."

"Well, firstly, please call me Daphne. Secondly, if you want my advice," Daphne said, walking alongside Y/N, down to the start of the course, "I'd focus on Eloise. She is so focused on trying to beat her brothers that she will forget we're here. Benedict's aim isn't the best, but he is good at hitting far. Colin is a cheeky player - he will sacrifice his own go to hit someone else's ball."

"And Lord Bridgerton?" Y/N asked, glancing over at Anthony.

"He is a fierce player who does not like to lose. This makes him the perfect target - all it takes is one whack of your ball against his and he will be off his game the rest of the match. He likes revenge."

"I gathered that," Y/N murmured, remembering how much Anthony wanted to murder Colin at the ball a few weeks back.

"I myself will not reveal any secrets," Daphne continued. "But I will say this - Bridgerton pall mall is more about sabotaging your opponent than it is getting the ball through the wickets."

Y/N nodded, smiling. "Understood."

The game started fairly calmly. It wasn't until they got to the sixth wicket did the chaos start. Colin aimed his ball at Eloise's and whacked it, knocking Eloise's ball wide and almost down the hill. Eloise gaped at her brother and nearly swung her mallet at him. Anthony stepped in, a hand on his sister's arm, as she was mid-swing.

Y/N didn't try anything too cheeky until two wickets later. Anthony's ball rolled into her path and Y/N seized her opportunity. She glanced over at Anthony, smirking slightly, as she readied her shot.

Anthony seemed to realise and gasped, turning to her. "Miss Elliot, don't you dare -"

Y/N whacked her ball at Anthony's, sending it flying down the hill and to the lake's edge. She laughed, swinging her mallet around in delight as Colin and Benedict chuckled evilly at their brother's misfortune.

"Excellent shot, Miss Elliot!" Benedict said, beaming. He patted Anthony on the back. "Well, I guess we shall see you later, brother. Daff, your turn."

Daphne strolled over to her ball. She crouched down, eyeing the ground and the wickets. As she stood up, Y/N caught the glint in her eye and knew, instantly, what she was about to do.

"No, Daphne, don't -"

Daphne smacked her ball into Y/N's, knocking it down the hill in the same direction Anthony's ball had gone moments before.

Anthony looked as if he wanted to hit his sister. Or strangle her, one of the two.

"Right, well then, we'll see you two in a bit then," Daphne said, turning around, holding her mallet in both hands, smiling happily.

Anthony clenched his jaw tightly. He gestured for Y/N to move first, barely making eye contact with her. Y/N held her head high and marched past him, heading down the hill.

She could see the lake at the bottom of the hill and had a sudden, sinking feeling that she was about to get wet.

"My brother and sister do love to antagonise me," Anthony muttered, walking down the hill at a brisk pace. "We lost the red ball to this lake a few years back."

"Who's fault was that?" Y/N asked, glancing at him.

Anthony turned and smirked slightly. "Mine."

They'd both stopped on the edge of the lake, searching for any sign of the pink and black balls.

"Oh, dash it," Anthony said, staring straight ahead.

"What?"

He leant closer to Y/N and pointed to the shallows of the lake where two balls sat, stuck in the wet sand.

"We could just move them," Y/N suggested. "No one will know."

"But I will," Anthony replied, raising his eyebrows.

Y/N scoffed, watching as Anthony walked down onto the bank of the lake, his boots instantly being covered in sand. After a moment, Y/N followed after him, skidding slightly on the wet sand. She reached out for the closest thing to her - which just happened to be Anthony's arm.

"Apologies, my Lord," Y/N said, quickly letting go of his arm.

"It's fine."

The two of them stood there and stared at the balls, debating how best to get to the balls.

"Right then," Y/N said, throwing her mallet up in the air slightly and then catching it again.

She took a step forward into the water, feeling it begin to seep through the soles of her satin shoes. Y/N tilted her mallet back and then swung forward, whacking her ball out of the lake and onto the grass bank.

Y/N smiled smugly at Anthony, gesturing for him to take his turn. Anthony stomped down to the river, his boots sinking into the sand, and stood next to her. He swung his mallet back and hit his ball, sending it onto the grass, next to the black ball.

Anthony turned to look at her and shook his head cockily - reminding Y/N slightly of a peacock.

Y/N went to take a step forward but found her feet were stuck in the sand, sinking each time she tried to move.

"I am stuck," she announced, looking at Anthony.

"Pardon?" Anthony asked, turning around to face her.

Y/N gestured to the floor. "My feet are stuck."

"Are you serious?"

"Believe me, Lord Bridgerton, if I didn't require your assistance I would not be asking for it."

Anthony sighed heavily and dropped his mallet onto the floor, marching back down onto the edge of the lake and taking Y/N's arm, standing behind her.

He pulled her as she managed to free her right foot. Y/N then went to put her right foot down on a slightly firmer piece of sand but it got tangled up in the long hem of her dress. With her left foot stuck in the sand still, Y/N flailed about, losing her balance entirely. She squeaked as she fell backwards, pulling Anthony with her.

Y/N landed on top of Anthony, flinching as the water began to seep through her clothes and onto her skin. For a moment, they both awkwardly laid there in the lake, Y/N on top of Anthony, Anthony with his arm still around Y/N's waist.

Anthony grunted in disgust, flicking his hand free of sand. He pushed Y/N upright and he sat up, looking around him. Anthony glanced at Y/N, who was struggling not to laugh, and glared.

"It is not funny!" He snapped.

"I am not laughing," Y/N said - although she clearly wanted to.

Y/N turned her head, looking at Anthony. He met her gaze and a smile instantly appeared as he giggled. Y/N found herself letting out a breathy laugh, ducking her head to avoid looking at Anthony.

"Well, at least we did not lose the balls to the lake this year," Anthony said, standing up. "Miss Elliot, I take it your feet are now free?"

Y/N chuckled. "Yes, Lord Bridgerton, they are."

Anthony held out a hand to her. Y/N reached up and gripped it, the water making it harder to grip. Anthony pulled her to her feet and Y/N quickly hopped onto the firmer sand.

A cheer errupted from somewhere up the hill and Anthony sighed wistfully.

"I bet you that Daff has won - again," Anthony muttered. He turned to Y/N. "Miss Elliot, I do apologise for our trip into the lake."

"It is fine, Lord Bridgerton," Y/N replied, holding the wet hem of her dress up as she climbed onto the grass bank.

Anthony followed her up. "I do hope this adventure has helped break the ice between us - I fear we got off on the wrong foot."

Y/N paused. "Part of that is my fault, I suspect," she admitted, bending down and picking up her ball. "I may have made some assumptions about you."

"Everyone does. Lady Whistledown does not help."

Y/N looked at him. "Are the rumours she writes not true, then?"

Anthony exhaled slowly. "No. No, some of them are true."

"Such as the one about you being a Rake with a capital R who is now conveniently looking for a wife?"

"You appear to have heard a lot of things," Anthony said, leaning on his mallet.

Y/N shrugged. "I have been out in society for four years, my Lord... I do know some things."

"Ah, so you are one of the young chits who fell for me when they made their debuts?"

"Young chits?" Y/N repeated, staring at him in disbelief. "It is hardly my fault I was forced to talk to you by my mama."

"Well, perhaps if you, along with the other young ladies in the ton, were more interesting and could hold a conversation, we would have gotten along better -"

"Do you realise how rude you sound?" Y/N snapped. "You just assume you know what I am like based on a conversation we had three years ago when I was a debutante who knew nothing better than what had been installed in her by society?"

Anthony faltered, clearly realising he'd overstepped. "Miss Elliot -"

"No, Lord Bridgerton, you have made your thoughts very clear. I thank you for your assistance - I am going to retire to my room now."

Anthony watched Y/N walk up the hill and back to the house, leaving him alone. He sighed, swearing quietly at his stupidity. Anthony bent down and picked up her mallet and ball, wishing he could go back a few minutes.

No matter how hard she tried, Y/N could not sleep the following night. There was no reason, sleep simply just wouldn't come. After rolling over for the fifth time, she flung back the covers and sat up in the bed, sighing softly.

It was raining gently outside, the sound of thunder gradually getting closer as the rain hardened. It was a hot summer night in the middle of July and the rain was a welcome thing.

Y/N grabbed her shawl and a candle and headed out of her room. She had yet to explore Aubery Hall properly. Whilst she didn't want to trespass into the Bridgerton's private rooms, she wanted to see more of the house Anthony so clearly adored.

Her exploration took her down the stairs and into a very impressive library, full of leather-bound books. She set the candle down on the table in the centre of the room, letting it illuminate the room gently.

Y/N walked over to the walls of shelves, running a hand along the spines. She'd never seen such an extensive, beautiful collection of books before. Whoever was responsible for the library had a stunning collection of Shakespeare as well as every Jane Austen novel. Y/N pulled out a copy of Emma, carefully opening it and scanning the first page.

The door to the library creaked, the light coming in from the corridor growing. Y/N's head shot up and she saw Anthony, half-hiding behind the door. He was wearing his dress shirt and trousers, the top three buttons undone. His suspenders hung down by his sides and he had no shoes on. There was a bizarre sense of vulnerability, seeing him so undressed and calm.

"My apologies, Miss Elliot," Anthony said softly, ducking his head. "I saw a light and I was checking I did not leave a candle on."

"It's only me," Y/N replied, stepping away from the ladder. "I can go -"

"No, please... stay."

Anthony hesitated, hovering in the doorway, one hand on the edge of the door. After a moment, he walked in to the library, gently walking up to Y/N.

"Do you mind?" He asked, holding out a hand for the book.

"Not at all."

Y/N handed him the book, her bare fingers brushing his for a moment. She pulled her shawl up and over her chest, the fringe edging tickling her skin as it trickled down.

"My youngest sisters insisted I buy these," Anthony said, running a hand over the cover of the book, his signet ring glinting in the candlelight. "They wanted me to continue our father's library."

"This was your father's library?" Y/N asked softly.

"It was. He always made sure to include things we all enjoyed. There are books on painting for Benedict, travel guides for Colin - embroidery for Daphne and Francesca." Anthony looked up at the room. "There is something for everyone in my family in here."

"You continued the tradition?"

"I try. It's difficult since we spend more time in London than here. Eloise and Hyacinth insisted on Jane Austen being added to the collection."

"Have you ever read them?"

Anthony chuckled. "Sadly, I do not have enough time to read anymore. I wish I did, however."

Y/N looked at him intently. "If you do not mind me asking... how did your father die?"

Anthony sighed heavily. He smiled sadly. "He was stung by a bee. I had just returned from school when I heard Eloise screaming in the gardens. It was quite something to see a man as great as my father felled by such a small creature."

"How old were you?"

"I was just eighteen. I knew nothing about being a viscount or running estates... my father died before he could teach me everything."

"How did you cope?"

"I didn't," Anthony said, chuckling softly. "You've read the stories and the rumours. It was only last year that I realised that, out of duty to my family, I need to settle down and sort things out."

"Find a wife, you mean," Y/N said.

"Yes." He sighed, closing his eyes. "It's not as simple as simply finding a wife."

"Then explain it to me," Y/N told him softly. She reached out and put a tentative hand on his.

"After my father died... my mother was barely there. She does not remember any of it, not truly. I, however, remember every single moment. I could never..." Anthony trailed off, his voice catching. "I could never be the cause of such pain. No matter how cold-hearted and cruel everyone else may find me to be."

Y/N looked at him, her eyes full of understanding. She inhaled and exhaled slowly. "Has anyone ever loved you as Anthony Bridgerton and not Viscount Bridgerton?"

"I do not believe they are two separate entities. They are one and the same."

"I don't agree." Anthony looked at her sharply. "Anthony Bridgerton is standing in front of me right now. He was in front of me this afternoon in the gardens and in the lake. Viscount Bridgerton was at the balls and the parties. Anthony is you, right now. Maybe you should try and find a way to separate the two."

Y/N give him a small smile. She held her hand out for the book and Anthony handed it back to her, his fingers lingering over hers for a moment.

"Good night, my lord," Y/N said softly.

Y/N exhaled, puffing out her cheeks. She unconsciously pushed her hair pins back into her hair as she looked around the room, watching intently.

Her time as a young woman, desperate for dancing had long gone and now she preferred to stand on the edges of the dance floor amongst the chaperones and mothers.

No one looked at her twice and it was just how she liked it. Y/N had long accepted that she wasn't going to find love from the most eligible suitors in the ton. Instead, she had turned to the older gentleman - the military men, the business owners with enough money to buy most of London.

She wasn't looking for a true love match. But rather someone she could love and could be friends with as time went on. She just wanted someone to look at her as a human being instead of potential wife material.

The people around her started muttering, all eyes turning away from the dance. Y/N followed them and stood to attention as Anthony walked over to her, his eyes set firmly on her and her alone.

"Miss Elliot," Anthony said, bowing.

"Lord Bridgerton."

"I trust you are enjoying your evening?" Anthony asked, his hands still clasped behind his back.

"I am, indeed, thank you for asking. Your mother is an incredible host."

"She prides herself on being able to host a good ball," Anthony said, moving closer to Y/N. "Forgive me if I am being impertinent but I do not believe I have seen you on the dance floor, Miss Elliot."

"Because I have not been asked for a dance, Lord Bridgerton - which is just how I like it," she added quickly.

"Would you make an exception for a viscount?" Anthony asked softly, lowering his voice so just she could hear him.

Y/N looked at him. "I would make an exception for Mr Bridgerton."

Anthony gave her a genuine smile, holding out his hand to her. "Miss Elliot, will you accept Mr Bridgerton's offer to dance?"

Y/N placed her hand into his, gripping his fingers. "I will, Mr Bridgerton."

As the other dancers began walking to the centre of the dance floor, Anthony led Y/N to the back corner of the floor. It was away from the main eyes of the ton yet still allowed them to dance together.

The strings began to play and Anthony gently guided Y/N into the dance, both of them swaying backwards and forwards. He spun her, Y/N's gloved fingers still gripping his hand, high above their heads.

Their arms lowered and Anthony put his hands on her waist as she placed hers on his arm. One step backwards and they were waltzing with everyone else, all dancing in synch.

"I want to apologise for the other day," Anthony said quietly, his lips near Y/N's ear so she could hear him over the music.

"I was out of line, Lord Bridgerton," Y/N replied, letting him release her and then turn her around.

"No, you were not. You were correct with everything you said. My own arrogance and bad experiences resulted in my prejudice. Not every young lady is uneducated and simply a pretty face."

"I think you will find that a lot of young women enjoy reading and writing," Y/N said softly. "They are just seen by society as the outcasts."

"Indeed - much like my sister, Eloise."

Y/N spun to face him, stepping backwards. "What is it?"

"I also wanted to thank you," Anthony replied. "For too long I have lived in my father's shadow. The viscount took over me and I forgot what I, myself wanted. Being able to acknowledge that they are two different things helped. So, thank you."

"You are very welcome, my lord."

"You are also the first person who has ever seen me as just Anthony. As much as I adore my family, they see only an older brother who is the head of the family. It is rare that I can just be myself. The first time we met, you threw my off my guard, wanting to see anyone else other than the viscount."

"Oh, is that why you were so rude to me?"

"Again, I apologise. I have never been good at communicating emotions. I tend to hide them until they boil over. But, you, Miss Elliot, tore down every wall I have ever built."

Y/N ducked under his arm and then turned around. "I do hope that is a good thing."

"It is. But it is also why it has taken me until now, until this very moment, in fact, to realise that I am completely and utterly in love with you.”

Y/N stopped. She stared at Anthony, her eyes wide, her heart pounding. "Pardon me?"

"I apologise if it is too sudden or if I have overstepped," Anthony said quickly, "but when I am with you, I do not have to hide behind my titles. I am simply Anthony. And that is something I did not know I wanted or needed. Not until you made it so clear to me."

The music ended, the last few notes playing out into the crowded room. Y/N belatedly remembered to curtsey to Anthony as the dancers filed off the floor.

"I need some air," Y/N said, turning on her heel.

She weaved through the crowds and walked out onto the patio, relishing the cool air on her skin.

"Miss Elliot, if I have overstepped, I apologise -"

"No, it is not that," Y/N told him, turning to face Anthony. "I just... the reason I see you as just Anthony and nothing else is because... that is all I have ever wanted. Every suitor that comes to my door, no matter how kind and caring they are, never cares to see Y/N. They just want to know if I would be a good wife and mother. No one ever makes the time to get to know me."

"If I have ever made you feel that way -"

"That is the thing, though... you haven't. Never once have I felt that you only cared about me fitting your requirements. Whilst I'm sure other women did... I did not. I felt... feel, as if I can be Y/N. I do not have to pretend to be something I am clearly not."

Anthony was looking at her with such intrigue and kindness it almost made her cry. Never, not once, had a suitor listened to her as much as he had. Never once had they even bothered to care about her as a person.

And now, there was someone who did. Someone who did care - even if they were a reformed Rake.

"Miss Elliot, I am aware that this may be too sudden but... I would very much like to get to know you better."

Y/N smiled gently. "You're not just going to propose to me here and now?"

"I could. But I want to get to know Y/N Elliot first. I want to know what makes her smile and what makes her cry."

He was inches away from her now. Anthony reached out his hand, his fingers brushing against hers. Y/N inhaled sharply at the contact, her skin quickly being covered in goosebumps.

"Well then, Lord Bridgerton," Y/N said softly, her little finger wrapping around his. "You best get on with it."

[ravenadottir]

ᗩᒪTEᖇᑎᗩTIᐯE ᖇOᑌTEᔕ

each of them were requested at some point, and well, i had no option but to make them happen one way or other. these are either reformed, alternative, non-existent or simply better than what the game gave us.

if you want something and it’s not here, feel free to request in my inbox.

OG routes (casa guys/bombshells since day 1):

💜kassam  💜carl (queue)   💜lucas (queue)

💜chelsea (platonic) (queue)

alternative routes (islanders that left/weren't endgame)

💜rocco

💜tai (in season 2)

💜graham (queue)

the girls (without li route):

💜chelsea (queue)   💜hope 💜priya

reformed (we deserved better):

💜noah (queue)   💜elisa (queue)

💜lottie (queue) 💜hannah

couples (outside of their li’s route):

💜hope + lucas

conditional (they might’ve thought about it and i’m here to finish it)

💜player!bobby (queue)

[litgwritersroom]

Which Islanders would leave with MC if they were coupled up and had the choice to make, them or MC? - girls/non-LI's addition

💖 Season One 💖

Allegra - Would leave hand in hand with MC. She's offended not just that they've been put in this position, but that anyone would ever doubt her feelings or dare suggest she's fake at all.

Cherry - Yeah, MC is going.

Erikah - MC is gone.

Jen - Tbh, Jen would have gone with Levi before he dumped her for MC. Even when she wasn't in love, she would have been willing to go if she thought it was leading to the real thing.

Lucy - Not a chance she's leaving when there is still chaos and bad will to stir.

Sammi - Leaving with MC, hand in hand they go.

Jasper - So long, MC, it was not that nice getting to know you.

Miles - Takes this as the chance to bring MC to the bonnie banks of Loch Lomond to recreate that night. Needless to say, he and MC are leaving together.

Reese - He's letting her go, and he's not shedding a single tear.

Rohan - Not a doubt, even if he's not settled into thinking she's 'the one', he'd be willing to give up his place for her, but if he thought she was 'the one', he'd be going with her, off to start their new life.

Tim - Timgate? What Timgate? - For the sake of not beating a dead horse, I, Em, am willing to admit ... maybe ... this once ... ... ... ... I might be wrong about Tim not going with MC. Might. Suzi and Bia have made it clear that he would be leaving with MC for sure, no doubts in their mind.

💜 Season Two 💜

Blake - Leaving MC high and dry.

Chelsea - 100% walking out with MC.

Hannah - The romantic at heart would win out, and she would walk. She'd want MC to leave with her, and be truly devastated if she did not, but it's believed it would end in them walking together.

Hope - If she's genuinely fallen for MC, despite what games she could be accused of playing, this woman is leaving with MC without a doubt in her mind or her heart.

Jo - Is leaving MC to walk on her own, 100% staying behind.

Lottie - She is going with MC, and never looking back.

Priya - Underneath all the romance, Priya and MC are close friends at heart, so it wouldn't just be about leaving her romantic interest, but her closest friend, too, especially if MC had been there for her during ON. So, for that, Priya would leave with MC.

Shannon - Staying, leaving MC to go it alone.

💛 Season Three 💛

Elladine - Despite what FB would have you think, would go with MC. It's BS that they stay if Nicky leaves.

Genevieve - Would 100% leave with MC.

Iona - There was a lot of back and forth opinions on this one, but we went with staying in the end.

Miki - She's staying. Despite her feelings for MC, girl is already planning on trying her luck with Bill again.

Nicky - FB at it again, trying to pretend that someone like Nicky would risk the love of his life like that. Whether it be MC or Elladine, there is not a chance he wouldn't go out straight after them, walking into the sunset.

Seb - He is walking out with MC.

🧡 Bombshell Season 🧡

Lexi - After writing an essay, we came to the conclusion: she would leave. This ended up being such an interesting and introspective discussion of Lexi that we want to give her her own post.

Juliet - She's letting MC go.

Tiffany - The public wouldn't even vote for her because they would have forgotten she was there. Her presence was to tick boxes, and they forgot to fill personality around that. However, as pointed out by Suzi, she would have been watching the show, and would know what a fanfave MC is, so wouldn't be willing to stay and let her leave, knowing how that would reflect her reputation. Bia also pointed out that being dumped and leaving with MC could lead to a lot of new material for her stand up.

Thabi - Would offer to leave, no doubts about it. If MC didn't follow, would be hurt, but wouldn't hold it against her.

Valentina - MVP, this woman is leaving with MC hand in hand. When it comes to staying and being unhappy, or leaving with her head held high, it is canon she's not about to

So, here goes the obligatory ranking of the three most hotly talked about characters.

Bronze: Jen. A quote from the discussions by Em: "She'd be willing to settle for less just to have something."

Silver: Hope. Is she a player? How much of her is genuine? Is she playing the game, does she have a strategy, a back up plan? What it came down to: if she really fell hard, no games, no debates.

Gold: Lexi. This girl deserves her own post. Unlike Tim, this was not a back and forth shouting match of 'yes, he would!', 'no, he wouldn't!' for the lols, but some Olympic swimming pool levels of deep discussion. She would be honoured to be gold.

[applesontheground]

I see you have Leslie on your masterlist so I would love to request him if that's okay 🥺👉👈 Maybe something like a romantic dinner date at home getting slowly more spicy as Leslie keeps being a big ol flirt with the reader and bantering with each other until FINALLY something has to be done about it because of how thick the sexual tension is? Please and thank u Riri, your stuff is always great 🥰💜

hello lottie!! i'm so glad you like my stuff ;w; not gonna lie, you were one of the first slasher blogs i followed when i started falling head first into the community like a year ago, and now here i am writing for you?? :0 hell fucking yeah, i hope you like what i did for you! ty ty for more leslie, he’s quickly becoming a fave of mine haha 🥰

also, may or may not have timed this out for your birthday!! ♡🎉♡🎉♡ hope the day treats you well!!!

know where to look 🍎

SFW | Word Count: 1,650 | Leslie Vernon x GN Reader

contains: brief description of murder, wine/alcohol mention

🎼: x

You couldn’t remember a time in the last six months where you were not sensing his presence. From the day you had that initial moment, sitting by the fountain in town with a couple friends and feeling that itching of eyes just out of view from where you stood, you had always been aware that he was there.

When it was from a stranger, intentions as unclear as the lingering urge to stare back into the bushes that you had felt the energy from in case you could catch it, you were ready to bolt at the very idea of being perceived. That was a different story when the stranger didn’t hesitate to let his motives be known – along with his name.

“Leslie.”

You called into the still air of the house, his house, and knew he wouldn’t let it be what got him to show himself. The moment at the fountain had felt like nothing when you were literally in the damn guy’s space every other day, having dinner with him and all these other romantic things. It made you want to laugh, considering at one point he had to tip the scale of his work and his fascination with you for…

Whatever reason. He never told you what it was, now that you could think on it for the moment before you got a restless itch in your knee. You motioned to stand from the table, and that was when he finally shot into view of your peripheral, tiptoeing in and whistling a simple tune. With two empty wine glasses in one hand and the bottle that went with them in the other, he kissed the top of your head while passing, and made you flinch at the sudden sounds. “Coming, lovely.” He assured in a nonchalant tone, and you scoffed as you sat down again.

“So, you were going to make me go walking into the rest of your dark house to find you?” You asked, chin on one hand as he set the glasses down. He looked at you, one eyebrow raising as he asked, “Well, would you have?”

“Of course not.” You chuckled, eyes drawn to the wine bottle as that cheeky smile tried to hide itself when he looked back down at corking the wine, “I would’ve waited you out. Think that’s a little smarter. You can only watch people call out to the dark so many times, then go looking when nothing answers.” You explained. He nodded at that, and replied smugly, “Good, never go looking for your guy. He usually either comes to you or is distracted with the other people in the party before he focuses on his final act.”

“What, am I supposed to be the final act?” At the question, Leslie glanced at you again and replied with a laugh, “I’ve taken down a lot of you, and normally the part where I watch them take out the trash isn’t where I decide to introduce myself. You were a special case, though.” You squinted in a disgusted thought as he went on, pouring the wine, “Well, there was this one time, Hallie Schuyler. She tripped on the wire I had set out all wrong, got the toe of my shoe in the wrong place. Utter disaster.”

“What is it with you and finding your targets by dumpsters, dude?” You asked, tilting your head and flashing a grin when he rolled his eyes at you. He replied, “Because the diamonds in the rough are the ones who take out the trash.”

Your head went the other way, grin fading as you prodded again, “The hell do you mean by that?” Leslie backtracked in his mind, you could see it in the way he froze and his shoulders dropped. He then reconciled, “Okay, maybe I’m being a bit dramatic. I mean, what I look for usually takes the high road. No one wants to take out the garbage at their job, it’s the worst part. Right?”

He set the bottle down, finally taking the chair next to you and waiting for your answer. Readjusting so your knee was ghosting by his, you nodded and replied, “Sure.” His pointing finger came inches away from the space between your eyes, like he was targeting the thought in your head as he explained, “They’re willing to get their hands dirty.” His other fingers extended, and he was the one smiling now, “Like you.”

You were the one to hold your breath now, furrowing your brow as you processed what he said. “...Thank you?”

“I remember the night I singled you out.” He pivoted again, sliding the glass of wine to you. You huffed, “Again, don’t know how to take that.” He laughed, and you two idly knocked the pristine glass together.

After taking a sip, he explained himself. “You were with your coworkers, that same energy in the way you were standing off to the side. Eyes would center past them as they talked rather than right at them, and I knew you heard me off in the distance. You would look away, but I couldn’t show myself. Not yet anyways.” Your eyes flickered over his face, taking in the way he just couldn’t hold back the quirk of his lips as they moved, “I had meant to keep back for maybe…maybe another week, but your proxy moved quick.”

At first, you had realized you had forgotten the person he was referring to, a guy from work that liked to hang around with you. When he was even mentioned, though, the image of him facedown on the pavement behind your work was like a mental photograph that never faded. The dark puddle of blood that had been curling out from under his turned down face was as deep as the scarlet drink in your hand.

Leslie spoke through the cloud, making you look at him again and scrub the memory with another meagre sip, “He would’ve done something drastic without me there, because he had seen me a few times by the time I had finally got to him. That’s the tricky part, people can be unpredictable. One call to the cops, one little slip with the tripwire, and this popsicle stand goes up in flames, [Y/N].”

An ember in your own thoughts made you carefully crane your neck to the side, nodding to distract from how you had lined up your face with his. “So, what did it, then? Besides me hanging out with the garbage and having enough proxies to make me know you were a killer from the very beginning?” You prodded, voice a tad quieter with how close you were.

Leslie’s eyes flickered to how your hands were settled on the table, leaning slightly towards him for leverage. He then nodded slightly, thinking again for a beat. “I guess it was knowing you saw everything, yet there you were. Staring at me, not just letting me talk while you focused on the world around you instead.” He cleared his throat at the very answer he had let slip past, and you stopped focusing on your own deed to turn your head straight, throwing your hints to let your eyes bore into his in a way you didn’t give so easily either.

“…Like that.” He seemed to see the same thing, shown in the mirrored way you two gazed, voice trailing off in a way that told you he was off guard now. Leslie Vernon being off guard was a once in a lifetime feeling, one you almost flinched at. Instead of pulling back, though, its overwhelming aura only pulled you closer.

Like the feeling itself was holding your head underwater, your lips connected with his and you almost threw yourself before him. At first, he was the one who stared hard at your adjusting, trying to find the right angle to take him at in hopes that he’d follow. Tricky fuck, of course he wouldn’t. When you instead managed after a few long kisses, he finally put a hand along your jawline and worked to fit against your mouth, turned just as quick as he had set his heels in the sand.

Six months had felt like a time in itself, so cut off from the rest of the everyday life that wasn’t centered around the life work of the bastard child that stood in between the trees of a haunted orchard. It all went from being an apparition, something that even barely touched the mouths of people who could talk about it, to something you lived underneath. The shade of those apple trees covered you, present even in the moments where you weren’t sure if you’d make it work with the man behind it all.

Yet, here you were, and you had no intention to disturb it. Not when it felt this good, his hands not quite letting themselves settle as they felt the hems of your shirt and moved up to trace between the fabric and the skin.

When he had enough, Leslie pulled away, and with an arm securing around your shoulders and the other going under your knees, you shouted as he hoisted you out of your seat and into his arms. He cut you off with another precise kiss, not shy to glide his tongue over the inside of one cheek and get you to completely sulk against his shoulder.

“Leslie!” You gasped, “You did all that just to take me to bed?” You chuckled, feeling him start to walk towards where he had come, and asked, “What about the wine you just went through the trouble pouring?” He knocked his forehead against yours and muttered against your lips, breath slipping along your face.

“We can come back to it.” His eyes were lidded, like he physically couldn’t pull himself away as he admitted with an almost raw hum, “I have other priorities right now.”

[holdingforgeneralhugs]

Can I ask for imagine? (or HC if preferably😊) for Dick Winters reunite with his childhood friend whom he secretly in love with..

Oh, this is a gem💜 your wish is my command dear anon💕

Home Comforts

"Richie?"

He froze, his heart beginning to race. There was only one person on earth who had ever called him that, and there was no way she could be over here in war torn Holland. He spun around slowly on the spot, eyes widening and jaw dropping open slightly.

"Lottie? What on earth are you doing here?" He asked. She didn't reply, her eyes wide in disbelief. They stared at each other for a moment, and he noted her crisp WAC uniform, butterbars gleaming on her collar. Then it was like a switched had flicked back on in her head, and his heart pounded frantically as she ran towards him and flung her arms around his neck tightly.

"Oh Richie I can't believe my luck. I had no idea I'd been assigned to your battalion," she exclaimed, her head buried in his neck, eyelashes tickling his skin.

"And what exactly are you going to be doing in my battalion?" He asked, holding her at arms length and giving her a worried look. She scoffed and rolled her eyes at his concern.

"Oh no need to worry yourself, I'm here for secretarial duties for the batallion," she explained, "not very exciting but at least I'm here on the front."

"That's the problem though," Dick replied, his brows furrowing, "you're out here on the front. It's not safe, what if something happens to you?"

"I'm perfectly capable of looking after myself Richard," she said, arching an eyebrow at him in challenge, "we're not little kids on the playground anymore you know."

He looked away from her and crossed his arms, his jaw tensing. She'd always been tougher than he gave her credit for, but he couldn't help his need to look out for her. It had been the two of them against the world, best friends since childhood, and looking out for her had always been his main concern. The thought of her being out here, at risk, where he might not be able to save her, it was too much to bear.

"I know you can take care of yourself, you always have," he said ruefully, though his face grew serious again almost immediately, "I just...the thought that...that something could happen to you....I just..."

"Hey," she murmured, taking his hand in hers and squeezing it tightly, and he was sure she'd feel the way his heart began to thud at her touch, "You've got enough to worry about without adding me and my typewriter to the list. Anyway it's me that'll worry about you, putting yourself into dangerous situations. And don't pretend you don't do that because I know you better than anyone and you'd never order others to do something you wouldn't do yourself."

He huffed out a laugh and smiled at her knowing gaze. She was right of course, but that still didn't ease the knot of worry in his gut.

"Now I gotta go and set up shop in an office, but how about I meet you later for coffee if you're not too busy?" She asked, looking at him hopefully with her twinkling green eyes. He didn't respond for a moment, too caught up in just taking her in and admiring how beautiful she was.

"Sounds perfect," he said after a beat, smiling softly at her. She grinned and hugged him again, and he rested his hands on her back gently.

"Love you Richie," she whispered, planting a sweet kiss on his cheek and blushing ever so slightly.

"Love you too Lottie," he replied, pressing a kiss to her head and giving her an extra squeeze before letting her go, the real weight of those words pressing against his chest. He watched her walk out, glued to the spot for a moment, his heart thudding and a knot twisting in his gut.

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[lucifers-horror-harem]

Lottie!!!! I know we haven't interacted much but you're such a sweet person and I love seeing you on my dash. Every time you reblog from me or if I find you in my notes, my heart goes✨✨✨ fren ✨✨✨. Your writing is perfection; characterisations are on point and oml the dialogue!!! I can always hear whoever you're writing for in my head as I read their lines, see their mannerisms, envision the situation... you're amazing! You have very clear thoughts on things and I enjoy seeing you on my dash and in the gc; you're the kind of person I'd love to just chill out with while we do our own things in the same room. Thank you for answering my asks and for being you; your blog is a comfort and I have it on notifs so I don't miss anything!💗 You're a joy to know and if you'd ever like a comfort Sinclair blurb or to vent or anything, please don't hesitate to do so!!! Lots of love to you.🥺💝

ERIKA THIS IS SO SWEET IM SGAHGSGSHSHHSHGS UR LEGIT ONE OF THE SWEETEST PEOPLE I KNOW ALWAYS BEING POSITIVE AND THERE FOR YOUR FRIENDS AND THE FACT U INCLUDE ME AS A FRIEND DO MAKES ME SO HAPPY SGSHSHSGS I also love seeing u in my notes and im always like Erika hello!! Shsjhshsh Seriously you're so sweet and this note was such a nice thing to read this morning, and my inbox is always open to you too 🥺💜