Introducing.. 70s STONER TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET

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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How they would dress in THE 70s

Slushy Noobz

hamzah..

jeans, bell bottoms, graphic tee, chunky belts, leather jacket, adidas, no color coordination, less effort, tucked shirts, plain

martin..

just nerdy, plaid, button ups, vests, stripes, belts, tucked shirts, skinnier bell bottoms, used to get dress by his mom majority of his childhood, white converse

mandy..

light colors, plaid, skirts skirts skirts, blue, yellows, pinks, browns, chunky shoes, headbands, floral print, girly girl, charm bracelets, cutesy

Sturniolos

chris..

tanks, big tees, bell bottoms, flares, baggy jeans, big belts, plain colors, rings, thrift, same pair of converse, open chest

matt..

basically chris just with more effort, flares, bell bottoms, stripes, plaid, scrunched up sleeves, jackets, wrist accessories, graphic tees, versatile, chunky belts

nick..

fashion icon, diva, necklaces, sweaters, layered collars, cleaner, more effort, doc martins, converse, jackets, v necks

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what’s in LOSER MATT’s camera?

wow he’s so talented

I think I’m understanding it now

Who’s hungry..

I lost my brown mascara I’m gonna kms

don't say that abt saxon pleasEE don't need to get ideas in my head rn. i get why he feels disgusted n all that but it doesn't need to end on suicide 😭😭 they were on drugs n drunk as fuck

Your right bae let me not put that in the air rn. But that’s not the craziest solution to his problem 😭🙏🏽 I wouldn’t be surprised if it was him airing the whole place out in episode one

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Introducing.. 70s TEENAGE DIRTBAG HAZMAH

“The older you get, the more rules they’re gonna try to get you to follow. You just gotta keep on livin man.”

teenage dirtbag hamzah.. who films people without warning, sticking a mic in their face to ask, “If you had to live in a movie, which one would it be?”

teenage dirtbag hamzah.. who acts like he doesn’t care if he gets in trouble for filming in class, but the second the principal calls his name, his palms start sweating.

teenage dirtbag hamzah.. who doesn’t really know how to be a person unless Martin’s around, like he needs the right energy to pull his own personality out of him.

teenage dirtbag hamzah.. who never remembers to study but can recite entire movies word for word, like that’s gonna get him somewhere.

teenage dirtbag hamzah.. who makes a joke about everything, even when he shouldn’t, because silence makes him itch.

teenage dirtbag hamzah.. who always talks like he’s half-asleep, voice low and lazy, until Martin’s around, and suddenly he’s the funniest guy in the room.

teenage dirtbag hamzah.. who ends up outside the party with Martin, both of them eating cold pizza on the curb while some guy they barely know throws up in the bushes.

teenage dirtbag hamzah.. who holds up a hideous sweater and says, “This is it. This is the one. I was meant to wear this.” before Martin tells him he looks like someone’s grandfather.

teenage dirtbag hamzah.. who sneaks his camera into the movie theater, not to pirate the film, but just to capture his friends’ reactions in the dim light, like the real movie is happening in their faces.

teenage dirtbag hamzah.. who gets popcorn stuck in his throat and starts coughing so hard the old couple behind him groans.

teenage dirtbag hamzah.. who somehow ends up in the parking lot after the movie, lying on the hood of Martin’s car, debating if he actually liked it or if the soundtrack was just that good.

teenage dirtbag hamzah.. who gets dared to steal something stupid from a gas station, like a single packet of ketchup, and does it just to make Martin laugh.

teenage dirtbag hamzah.. who lets his cats sleep on his chest while he watches late-night boxing matches, absentmindedly scratching their ears like it’s routine.

teenage dirtbag hamzah.. who talks to his cats like they’re his roommates, muttering “You guys gotta start paying rent” when they knock something over.

teenage dirtbag hamzah.. who films his cats more than he films people, zooming in dramatically while narrating, “Here we have the elusive house panther in its natural habitat.”

teenage dirtbag hamzah.. who gets caught sneaking snacks into school in the pocket of his denim jacket, playing dumb like, “Oh, you meant I can’t bring an entire box of Frosted Flakes?”

teenage dirtbag hamzah.. who stays up too late watching old boxing matches, telling himself he’ll sleep early next time, but never does.

teenage dirtbag hamzah.. who will absolutely lie about his plans just to avoid socializing, but if Martin calls, he’s already grabbing his jacket.

@issysh3ll

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me because I’ll never be able to see the full play of Milo Mannheim as Seymour..