lochlan ratliff and reader..
The night is still, the kind of quiet that makes everything feel bigger than it is. You slip out of the room you’re sharing with Piper, careful not to let the door creak, and make your way down the stone pathways, your sandals clicking softly against the ground. The pool glows in the darkness, a cool, inviting blue, the surface still as glass.
You sit at the edge, dipping your legs in, staring at the way the water distorts your reflection. The dinner replays in your head, looping over and over. You weren’t embarrassed before, but now.. now, the weight of all the things you should’ve said presses down on you. The things you should’ve done. The way Lochlan’s mother had looked at you, her questions sharp even when they were sweet.
Your fingers trail through the water. Maybe if you’d laughed more. Maybe if you’d said something different. Maybe if—
Footsteps.
Your head snaps up, heartbeat stuttering, but it’s just Lochlan, his figure backlit by the glow of the resort. His shirt is loose, his hair a little messy, like he’d just rolled out of bed. He sees you and grins.
“Knew you’d be out here,” he murmurs, stepping closer.
You scoff, nudging the water with your foot. “Yeah? How?”
He shrugs, peeling off his shirt and tossing it onto a lounge chair before slipping into the pool. “You get that look when you’re overthinking. Saw it before you went to bed.”
You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling now.
Lochlan swims over, resting his arms on the edge beside you, watching you carefully. You don’t look at him when you say, “Remember freshman year? At Makenzie’s house? We played mermaids, and you were the pirate?”
He laughs, tilting his head back. “Oh my god. Yeah. And I took it way too seriously.”
“You tried to kidnap us,” you remind him.
“You let me kidnap you,” he shoots back, nudging your knee under the water.
You laugh, finally looking at him, and for a second, the weight in your chest loosens. The pool water ripples softly between you, the night air warm against your skin.
Lochlan hums, tilting his head. “You okay?”
You groan, covering your face with your hands. “No.”
He chuckles, prying your hands away. “Dinner?”
“I was so awkward,” you mumble. “I should’ve said more. I should’ve—”
“Stop.” He flicks water at you, making you gasp. “You were fine.”
You glare at him, but your lips twitch. “I was not fine.”
Lochlan smirks, swimming back slightly. “You were fine. I mean, my mom’s just…” He shrugs. “She’s like that with everyone.”
You exhale, watching as he floats on his back.
“You really don’t care?” you ask.
“Not even a little bit,” he says, tipping his head toward you, voice completely sincere.
You stare at him for a second, then splash water in his face.
Lochlan sputters, laughing. “Oh, oh?”
You shriek as he lunges, sending waves of water splashing up around you. You duck, trying to escape, but he grabs your wrist, spinning you around, both of you laughing so hard it barely makes a sound.
And then, footsteps.
You both freeze.
Lochlan grips your wrist tighter, eyes wide. “Is that—”
“Security?” you whisper, heart pounding.
A shadow appears under the terrace lights, and you brace for impact—
But then:
“Get your asses back inside,” Saxon drawls, arms crossed, looking half-asleep and wholly unimpressed.
You and Lochlan exchange glances before bursting into silent giggles, covering your mouths as you scramble out of the pool.
Saxon sighs. “If you guys get us kicked out, I’m making you both sleep outside.”
You shiver dramatically. “Oh no, not the five-star resort.”
Lochlan snorts, grabbing your hand as you slip past Saxon, dripping water onto the stone path.
Saxon shakes his head. “Idiots.”
But you hear the smirk in his voice as you and Lochlan sneak back inside, still laughing.
The laughter doesn’t stop, even as you sneak back toward your room, feet dripping little puddles along the stone path. Lochlan’s hand stays wrapped around yours, warm and sure, even as he bites down on his lip, trying, and failing, not to laugh.
Saxon trails behind you, rubbing a hand down his face like he’s already regretting getting out of bed. “Seriously,” he mutters. “What the hell were you two even doing out there?”
Lochlan shoots you a look, his grin crooked. “Playing mermaids.”
You slap his arm. “Shut up.”
Saxon groans. “Jesus Christ.”
You’re trying to be quiet, really, but the weight of the night, of everything that had been sitting in your chest since dinner, is gone now, washed away in chlorine and laughter. Lochlan looks at you, his damp hair curling at the edges, his tan skin glowing under the soft lights, and suddenly, nothing else matters, not his mom’s disapproving glances, not the questions you fumbled over, not the way you felt like you didn’t belong at that dinner table.
Because here, right now, you belong.
You reach your room, and just as you’re about to slip inside, Lochlan tugs on your wrist, stopping you.
You turn to face him, still breathless. “What?”
His expression softens, his thumb brushing against the inside of your palm. “You’re really okay?”
The laughter fades into something quieter, something warmer. You nod. “Yeah. I think so.”
Lochlan exhales like he was holding his breath, then leans in, pressing the gentlest kiss to your forehead. It lingers, just for a second.
Saxon groans behind you. “I’m actually gonna throw up.”
Lochlan laughs against your skin before pulling away. “Go to bed, Sax.”
“You go to bed,” Saxon mutters, already walking off.
You and Lochlan exchange another look, another quiet smile. He hurriedly walked back over to you giving you a gentle, sweet, quick kiss on the lips before reluctantly walking away back to his room.
And then, finally, you slip back into your room, feeling lighter than you have all night.
I dunno if I like this and I can definitely do better I just wanted to show off the concept of how I wanted to write them but I might change it around. PLEASE send in requests for him I’m begging
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too GIRLY
70s teenage dirtbag hamzah and reader
Hamzah had never seen a room like this before. It was pink, not overwhelmingly so, but in a way that felt intentional, soft yet loud, like her. The walls were lined with posters, some of musicians he knew, others of actors from old movies he hadn’t gotten around to watching. Trinkets and jewelry littered her vanity, bracelets stacked like small, colorful towers, rings scattered like forgotten treasures. Everything had a place, even in its slight messiness, and it smelled like her, warm, sweet, something floral but grounded.
He sat on the edge of her bed, hands pressing into the plush comforter, looking around like he was stepping into a world he wasn’t sure he belonged in. He wasn’t used to softness like this. His own room was plain, bare except for his boxing gear, a few records, and his camera sitting on the dresser. But hers? It was a reflection of her, vibrant, lived-in, a place that didn’t just exist but felt.
“You like it?” she asked, standing near the vanity, watching him take it all in.
He scoffed, running a hand through his bleach buzz. “It’s… a lot.” Then, softer, “It suits you.”
She grinned, walking over and plopping down next to him, the bed dipping under her weight. “You mean it’s too girly for you?”
Hamzah smirked, leaning back on his hands. “Nah. I think I like it.” His gaze flickered to the pink ruffly pillows, the delicate lace curtain fluttering from the open window. He turned back to her. “It’s nice.”
And it was. Not just the room. The feeling of being there, of sitting close, of knowing this was a space she felt safe in, and that, somehow, he’d been allowed into it too.
The late afternoon sunlight slanted through the blinds of her bedroom, painting soft golden stripes across her walls, her floor, the tangled sheets beneath them. Hamzah wasn’t sure how they got here, sprawled on her bed, bodies pressed together, warmth curling between them like the scent of her perfume. It was always the same, something light and sweet, like vanilla and flowers, something that made his head feel foggy whenever he got too close.
His hands trembled slightly, but not out of fear. It was something else. Something deep in his chest that clawed at his ribs, telling him that this, whatever this was, was just as thrilling as it was terrifying.
She lay beneath him, half-laughing, half-breathless, pink lips parted just enough to make him want to kiss her again. He did. It was soft at first, hesitant, searching, but then her fingers tangled in the back of his bleach-blonde buzz, and suddenly, he was kissing her like she was the only thing keeping him breathing.
Somewhere between the way she sighed against his mouth and the way his hands skimmed the warm skin beneath her shirt, that nervousness melted. Not completely. Not all at once. But enough. Enough for him to help her out of it, leaving her in that ruffled pink bra he swore was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. It had a tiny bow in the middle, delicate lace tracing the edges, the kind of thing he never thought much about until now, until her.
His fingers ghosted along her waist, and she shivered. He swallowed, feeling like his heart was somewhere between his throat and his stomach. “You okay?” His voice was quieter than usual, like he was scared of breaking whatever fragile thing was holding this moment together.
She nodded, looking at him with something warm, something trusting, something that made him feel like maybe he could do this, maybe they could figure it out together. He kissed her again, slower this time, letting the world outside her bedroom slip away, letting himself get lost in the feeling of her, the way she fit against him, the way she made him forget everything except her.
They weren’t in a rush. There was nowhere to be, nothing to prove, just hands exploring, lips meeting, skin against skin, and the quiet thrill of knowing they had all the time in the world.
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I’m just totally uninterested now.. don’t shoot me but i literally don’t look forward to their uploads like they lost the sauce completely
Would u guys be mad if I drastically change my theme. I got so many compliments on it I feel scared to change it😭
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