#trlh Lynn loud

[theresascove]

can you please do like protective lynn loud? i don’t know anyone else that writes for her on here so thank you for your service🫡🫡

her protective nature ₊ ⊹

lynn loud x f!reader

you go up against Lynn when your schools play against each other—the known competition between the two schools enacts foul play, causing you to get injured.

tw: not proofread, established relationship (dating), protective!lynn, soccer player r & lynn, injury (r receiving, twisted ankle), Lynn pushes someone, lynn is able to carry r, fluff, hurt/comfort, can be high or middle school, bit of cursing

wc ✎ 1.2k • thanks for the idea! I love writing for her, there needs to be more!

Whenever a game rolls around, there’s an increase in pressure from the coach—especially when it’s the known game between your school and Lynn’s. She’d bringing it up often, using it like rage bait at random times whenever you were playing a game so you’d get more competitive.

It was up until the night before the game. You were over at her house, laying beside her on her bed, head resting on her bicep. Her focus was on her phone, but her finger drew shapes on your shoulder.

The feeling light and fleeting, drawing softly on your skin chasing goosebumps to rise.

“Lynn,” you call, voice no louder than a whisper. She felt you shuffle in her hold, ears picking up on the call.

“Yeah?”

You brush hair out of her face, hoping she’d put her phone away and look towards you instead, “our game’s tomorrow,” you singsong.

She laughs, throwing her phone down and twisting to wrap herself around you, “nervous about it now?”

“No need to. I’ve seen you play.”

You laugh when she shoves you.

The day came so soon. You are just resting in her bed, cuddling to fight out the cold that raged outside. Now the last school bell rang, echoing through the halls. Bag in hand, you walked out towards your locker room. Some of your teammates were already there, throwing on their jerseys. Wasn’t long before the whole room was like a flood of blue—the bright color almost overstimulating you.

“Lynn’s outside,” your friend whispers passing by you, a playful smile as she smacks your shoulder, “go talk with her.”

She stood in her red jersey, a complete contrast from you. You crossed the concrete sidewalk, meeting her on the side standing on the grass.

“Just wanted to say good luck,” she pulls you into a quick kiss, “you’ll need it.”

Turns out you really did. You’ve watched Lynn’s games before, hell you’ve even met a few of her teammates—so why did it come as a surprise when the game had your lungs burning for air.

You were 4-1, Lynn’s school having an increased number due to her—quite literally. You stood near the end of the field, hands on your hips—chest heaving. Lynn had a smile having barely broken into a sweat. She tosses the ball back into the game, yelling out to one of her players. You sighed, picking the pace to walk down the field as it was passed around.

Your legs, already sore, screamed at you when you started to prep for the ball racing towards you. Vision blurry and snapping everywhere, you weren’t able to move around when red snapped in your vision—a cleat sneaked between your feet, pulling between your legs. Your right foot twisted and you dropped like a fly.

Your back snapped against the ground, a high pitched hiss escaping you painfully. The grass was wet and cold against your back, the feeling sliding around you when you fell onto your side—hands gripping tightly onto your leg to stop the pain around your ankle. The field lights had been turned on, shining bright and almost blinding you when you looked up.

Lynn had left the game, moving down the field to come close with the girl that had tripped you. She had her teammate stumbling in the same way you had a minute ago, palms of her hands stinging from where she roughed her onto the field. In the back, you faintly heard her dad yell out her name.

“The hell is your problem? Rolling out a foul fucking play like that?”

The ref held a hand out, holding her back. She hadn’t yet looked to you other than when she watched the whole scene unfold. She tried pushing down the ref’s arm, but he wasn’t allowing her to get anywhere near the girl. Your school’s medic had her hands under your arms, pulling you to balance on one foot.

“Can you try to walk on it?”

You shook your head, eyes closed when the world moved in waves, “no. I think it’s broken.”

“Hopefully not,” she shifts her hold, “try setting it on the ground for me.”

Your foot settles onto the grass fine, but any pressure added to it hurdles you to the edge.

“No,” you say, breathing out shakily, “no, it hurts.”

Lynn comes into view, pushing past the medic to hold where she was. She has her jaw clenched, but her eyes hold a warmth.

“I’m going to move you to this bench okay?”

Each step—limp—brings a pained expression onto the face and nails digging into her shoulder. She crouches in front of you, hand on your thigh as the medic talks you through a medical procedure. The medic’s fingers were cold, removing your shoe and angling your foot around.

Any time you flinched, jerking away from the medic—Lynn was steeling you, hands holding you still while she hushed you.

“I’m sorry,” she would say each time, vision staying on either your face or your foot.

“Okay,” the medic stands, “seems like you’ve only twisted it. Just stay off of it. Ice it, elevate it. Should take two weeks to heal if you follow through what I’ve told you now, okay?”

She hums when you agree, moving back elsewhere to probably talk to other school admiration or your parents who were somewhere in the stands still. Lynn rubbed your hand with her thumb, eyes locked on your face. It was scrunched in pain, bottom lip dropped open to breathe slowly.

“Talk me through how you’re feeling. Are you okay if I carry you back to the car?”

Your mind shut off at the offer, but you kept it under qualms. It was so bright when your eyes opened again.

“Yeah, that’s good. I don’t think I can walk right now, I feel dizzy.”

“Yeah bet. Your head hit the ground pretty hard when that bitch—“

“Lynn,” you huffed and she shrugged, standing and helping you up.

Both of your family’s met you, discussing how they wanted to go about the night. Best plan was driving you back home so they can wrap your leg and get you rested already. There wasn’t any reason to stay—especially with how Lynn kept looking back to the girl, it would be better to leave the premises.

She carried you with ease back to the car, you laid on her back—hands on your thighs. Wasn’t long before she had you laughing, turning the frustrating and embarrassing situation into something comedic.

You were settled into your parent’s car, in the back seat. She moved with such care and ease, ensuring your comfort. Before the car door shut, she leaned in to sneak a kiss.

“Message me when you get back home.”

The next day you overheard your parents talking about how Lynn got evicted from school for a day for taking a punch at her teammate. You would scold her later, but now it brought a proud smile to your face.

[calebs-hangout-corner]

The Chore Thing but it's only Lynn Jr.'s sportcaster bits

[asvterias]

✮ 𝘖𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘈𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 ✮

𝘓𝘺𝘯𝘯 𝘓𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘑𝘳. 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

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tags: @sheluvv-jen

a/n: this is a race-specified reader story but everyone is free to read!! as a black writer myself, i want to influence my output on influencing black!readers (at least for my writing).

there will be some cursing but not that much to be described as vulgar.

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also available on wattpad!

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𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽: 𝖩𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝟥𝟢𝗍𝗁, 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥

i’m discontinuing this story!

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In which the over-competitive baseball captain meets the overachieving new rich student. Academic value came easy to [Name] whereas athletic was an secondhand-instinct to Lynn.

[Name] was born from a rich family, maintaining good grades and completing good sports. Known from her family name, she desires her ability to be a figure skater and tennis player. Lynn was born into a chaotic but loving large family. Being completely enamored with baseball, she becomes the team captain and thrives exceptionally well.

[Name] Bailey and Lynn Loud Jr. are completely two polar opposites, their biggest difference was via their achievements but eventually found their similarity in love.

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The Cast of Opposites Attract

Chapter 1 — Moving Sucks

Chapter 2 — Neighborhood Greetings

Chapter 3 — Cheer Up, It’s Chore Day

Chapter 4 — Only For You

Chapter 5 — Hidden Feelings

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[theresascove]

lynn loud dating hcs ₊˚ෆ

• Let’s get the most obvious stuff out of the way

• She’s the jock girlfriend pushed to the extreme, so expect to be cheering her on from the sidelines for every sport imaginable (even sports you weren’t aware of until you met her)

• It’s known that she has an intense personality (her words), so expect every little thing you guys do to be a competition in some way

• Getting to the car? She’ll race you. You toss around a ball for fun? She’ll be calling the scores and spiking it for no reason.

• PHYSICAL TOUCH. PHYSICAL TOUCH. PHYSICAL TOUCH.

• It’s 100% her love language.

• Whether it be a hand on your shoulder, a hand on your knee, a hug–she’s reaching for you and making sure you’re alright. Just one feel and it subconscious calms her down just as it does for you.

• I can see quality time being her second love language. She’d show how she cares by doing something with you, doesn't matter what.

• This girl is an extremely active teen. So you’ll have to keep up the pace, I can’t see her dating someone who’s a homebody–she’ll need someone that’s okay with being out and about

• So dates will be out and about, and exciting. Such as putt-putt, sport games, fairs, etc.

• I believe she leads, but she’s not a great initiator. She has the confidence too–but I believe her mind is focused elsewhere, so you’ll have to make a first move but she’ll guide everything else afterwards

• The only time I can see her initiating is after an argument, she’s definitely making the first move after the both of you have had time to calm down.

• I really can’t see her being intentionally mean, she’s just usually aggressive–and with that comes brutal honesty. So she’d say something and move on, getting confused when it upsets you, and an argument ensues.

• She’d text you after, or call. And if neither works, she’d show up to your house–hand behind her head–awkward (but it’s sweet)

• The show on Nickelodeon is family friendly, but in real life I definitely believe she curses from time to time. I mean come on she’s in 11th grade

• Music genre? I see pop and rock, maybe rap. She needs something upbeat to fit her athletic and active life.

• She’d definitely do the shared airpod thing

• Definitely also tries to get you to be active with her

• “Come on, it’s just a little run” (it’s like 10 miles)

• She may feel a little aloof, but she’s really attentive to the slightest things. If you’re looking a little down, her face will drop a bit and she’ll reach out and ask how you’re doing.

• Your biggest cheerleader as well. Always wishing you the best. (Just maybe sometimes not better than her, she wants to win)

• Calls you, “babe,” or “baby” fs

• Strong gf too. If you hurt yourself, she’s definitely carrying you with ease to wherever you need

[theresascove]

feeling left out ₊ ⊹

lynn loud x fem!reader

after introducing Lynn to your friends to help her out after she disclosed her rough time making friends, you start to feel left out when most all of her time is spent with them now

tw: I put Lynn in what grade she would be irl (Annaka is 16, so 11th grade), established relationship, hurt/comfort, light angst with happy ending, slight argument

wc ✎ 1.2k

You’ve known Lynn for as long as you really can remember. Living just down the road, it really was hard to ignore the Loud family. It’s in the name, they were loud. Also not to mention you went to the same school as them, settling beside them on the bus. You shared the same high school with the older siblings—Lynn, Luan, Luna, Leni, and Lori. Specially you shared the same grade as Lynn and Leni, 11th grade.

So by all means, you would consider yourself a friend to Lynn and to the Loud family. You visited often, trailing about with Lynn until the Loud family got to know you better—until they were better familiar either you. It got to the point they were asking question as to why you weren’t at their house, seeing as since you’ve started dating Lynn you’re around often. Maybe a little too often.

You and Lynn hung out a lot, a bit too much. I mean it made sense to, but you never had a minute away from her almost—your friends texts notifications have been appearing on your phone, asking when you’ll be free. And truth be told you miss them.

So that sparked a conversation, one where Lynn’s hands stopped tossing around her soccer ball and her vision casted off a little. She told you about how she struggles to find friends, meaning ultimately you , her teammates, and her family is all she really has.

And that’s where it started. You invited her to come hangout with your friends. The plans were—going to stop by a food place and eat outside to catch up. The invitation sparked a sense and look of joy on Lynn and it too sparked one in you to see her look excited again.

“Are you sure they don’t mind?”

“No,” you reach over to her, past the car center council, “you know these people, this will just give you the chance to know them more. They already love you, I talk about you all the time.”

She mumbles an okay, parking the car and following you towards the outside park table where the others resided. You introduced her and almost instantly it hit off. You smile from where you sit, watching as she talks about her passions with the others. Lynn hugged you tight that night, spilling strong thank yous for letting her join. She had even texted you again, a small thank you at the bottom of her text.

When you clicked your phone light off just before you fell asleep, you had no worries of the effects this new friendship would have.

Overtime, the moments you two spent together and got so used to was cut short. Instead Lynn’s time was spent with your three friends.

“Want to go play tennis?”

“I wish, we’re going to the pool today—“

You would try again.

“There’s this diner down the street if you want to try it—“

“I’m going there tonight already.”

Truth be told you felt left out, ignored, and honestly—discarded. She was rushing around, a smile on her face as she ran to meet the friends you introduced to her. She was having fun it seemed, didn’t seem to care or notice that her time with you was minimal.

It hurt. You spent nights in your room, lights turned off leaving the area dark save for the glow on your phone. Doom scrolling and listening to music was now your new past time. There wasn’t much else to do in your room, the place you kept yourself to since you had nobody else to hangout with.

Sure, one could say you’re dramatic. You could go with your girlfriend and your friends, but you’re excluded the entire time. So now you settle to hangout alone during the hours you used to spend with Lynn.

Almost came to the point you started ignoring her, the initial hurt turning into anger. How could she have not noticed your absence?

A call rings out in your room, interrupting the music that was once playing out of your phone. You sigh, reaching behind you and onto your bed to look at the Lock Screen. Lynn’s contact showed, first time in a few weeks. You were so used to it before and now it makes your heart race.

“Lynn?”

“Hey, was just wondering if you’d like to come with us to this movie tonight, it’s that one I remember you’ve been talking about and—“

You take a look to your desk, heart tightening when you notice the homework you have left before tomorrow.

“I’m going to pass, I have a lot of homework,” you fiddle with your nail for a second, “I haven’t seen you in a minute. You could come over? Do homework as well?”

“Well babe, issue is we got the tickets already… but Sean pulled out so we were trying to find someone to fill the space.”

Oh.

That last phrase had you biting your cheek, “nevermind, have fun with your friends.”

You hang up after and the silence in your room is defeating. You’ve never talked to her that way, and you’ve certainly never hung up on her like that before. You’re not alone, her new behavior is unsettling too. Oh the other end of the phone, Lynn’s pulling her phone down from her ear—eyebrows furrowed at the middle at the sight of her Lock Screen.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m gonna go see her, here—“ she says, passing the tickets off to them, “enjoy the movie.”

She almost runs back, making her way quickly over to your house—phone held tight in her hand. Your mother opens the door, smiling at her.

“Oh Lynn, what a surprise. She’s upstairs if you—“

She’s already taking the stars, saying her pleasantries as she does so. The door to the left of the staircase was yours, little pictures hung on the wall beside it almost hinting at it too. She knocks, waiting quite impatiently as she rocks her foot.

“Hey,” she’s talking like she’s lost all breath when you open the door, voice airy and quiet, “can we talk?”

It’s strange. The way you shrug and open the door, not saying a word or moving to hug her. You move right back to your desk, a shaky hand trying to write out the math equations as if she wasn’t currently staring holes into the side of your face. She too looks awkward, mind whirring on what to say while she stands there.

“I’m sorry,” she sighs and you turn to look at her, “I got excited to have friends and I kept choosing to spend time with them instead of you. I’m also sorry for not noticing until now, I thought I was better than this.”

You reach your arms out silently and she’s quick to cross your room and melt into the embrace. You press a kiss to her shoulder, “I missed you.”

“You have me now. What’re you working on?”

“Math, wanna help? I can’t get these even thought you’ve told me how to solve them”

“Course.”

[theresascove]

𖤓 tv show

༉‧₊˚. lynn loud jr • trlh