Lottie💐

we're all loving jamie in the fics and it's getting to the point where I'm like THERE'S NO JD IN THIS??? BORING! So I click out of the ch I'm writing and look for one I can write him into

gen + the guys = Harry and Hermione and Chandler and Rachel energy <3

So sorry for not writing at my usual pace I am once again lacking inspiration but today is trump's inauguration and I want to take a moment to tell you guys that I love you all so much. I sincerely hope you're all taking care of yourselves mentally and physically. If I'm up to it I will try writing a chapter but who knows.. the loser really bums me out and I am heartbroken for our country and all of the families who will be affected by what is about to come </3

tiktok’s banned, time to reread all of lottie’s stories!!

cardigan feels like a taylor swift song come to life—emotional, nostalgic, and beautifully written. totally obsessed!!! 
          sending lots of love xoxo

inhaler went on live and someone asked if they were opening for Gracie Abrams.......... I know it's because role model introduced his band as inhaler in Ireland but MY HEART SKIPPED A BEAT. pls come check on me if that were to everrrr happen

another snippet for Thunder (rookie Jack fic)
          "Top or bottom," My friend, Zara asks Jack, holding a penny in between her pointer finger and thumb. The question immediately grabs his attention, his eyebrows pull together in utter confusion before the light-haired boy asks, "Who?" with a little gasp in his own question. "Abraham Lincoln," Zara responds back, rubbing the penny with her fingers again. "You're asking me if I would top Abraham Lincoln?" Jack asks, shocked that this is something we are discussing. Everyone except for me sighs. I chuckle, playing with the ends of Jack's hair once I realize that he doesn't understand what she is trying to say. Zara closes her eyes in disappointment, shaking her head before waving the penny in Jack's face. "Jack... Babe. I'm talking heads or tails," She shakes her head again but this time with a little smile. "Why would you even-" He starts before immediately accepting defeat since he is the only boy at the table and there's no shot any of us are picking his side over Zara's. That's just the way friend groups work when there are three girls and one boy they all yell at.

I did tell my people that I would think up ideas for a Luke fic so here's a snippet- (I have changed her name and occupation)
          "Miss! I did not know you had it like that! You bagged a professional athlete!" One of my students exclaims after admitting that they stalked my public Instagram account when she should have been focused on the reading assignment. "Sam, get off of my Instagram and do your work." I say with a chuckle, finding it hard to not find it hilarious that she has no shame about snooping. "To be or not to be my flat ass-tronaut, Miss. Holmes. I want to hear about your dating life." I shake my head and look down at the agenda, marking the assignment due dates into my planner signaling to my student that this conversation is over. 
          -
          "My students found out about you." I tell him in the car after his game, sitting in the dark parking garage with him with a smile on my face. "Oh yeah, what'd you say?" He chuckles, smirking at me and looking me up and down like he wants to kiss me. I peck his lips and tell him that I didn't say anything but did make my account private to avoid more instances like this. He gets closer to my face, making himself dizzy with how close we are. He shivers from just the eye contact we're making and the feeling of our noses brushing against one another’s. "Does Shakespeare write about this feeling?" He asks, pecking me softly, keeping everything light and innocent despite the intensity surrounding us. "What feeling?" I grin, fluttering my eyelashes before staring deep into his eyes. "I don't even know how to describe it, love. I just know I can't breathe and I need to get you into my bedroom." I bite my bottom lip and try to be clever, thinking about one of Shakespeare's works to let him know he has written about it and he nods his head enthusiastically. "I can see your gears working. Tell me, babe, what's it called? The damn book that describes what's going on in my head, chest, stomach, heart." I whisper it in his ear, watching

Hii! Sorry that im writing here without a permission, but I’m writing a college hockey romance if you want to check it out!
          Have a nice day, sending you hugs!

thunder ff snippet - rookie jack (lmk if this is like good and you want to read more so I can wack my brain for more)
          "Dude, just ask! If you don't I will- fuck it, fine! Excuse me!" My loud best friend shouts at the only waitress in the room who looks about our age. Fuck Trevor. I hate him and fuck Cole too for laughing! She looks over her shoulder at us and walks over to us, her black hightop Converse padding over with her notepad in her hands. "Refills?" She asks gently, crossing one foot over the other, waiting for Trevor to say something. "No," He looks over to me and once we lock eyes I put my head down. "My friend here. Bashful little guy thinks you're very beautiful and would like to know if you have a boyfriend." He says with a big smile. I can't see it but I can hear it. I slowly raise my head from my previous position and look over at her beautiful features. "I do not," she says apprehensively, looking unsure if this is a prank they're pulling or something since Cole is laughing into his hand. "Perfect! Isn't that amazing, Jack? Can he get your number?" Trevor asks for me like I'm some mute coward. She looks over at me with furrowed brows and then back at Trevor. "Uhh," She starts before the front door swings open, putting her to work once a new group of people walks in. She doesn’t say anything and instead strides over to the table. "Fucking loser." Trevor smacks one side of my head while Cole smacks the other side. 
          - hours later- 
          "You're back?" She says with a large bag over her shoulders. I nod slowly, "Yeah, I had to go man up for a few hours." I joke, making her laugh. "I'm Jack by the way." I introduce myself as she extends her hand to me and tells me her name. She starts walking to her car and I follow as we make conversation about what happened earlier during her shift. "It was charming, I don't usually have guys afraid to speak to me." she chuckles. "I'll take charming! Or your number, socials, whatever works!" I shrug (1/2)