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are you still on this blog

OMG HI HELLO EVERYONE ITS ME LOTTIE HI HI HI - if you wanna follow me on my socials my instagram is @lottie.lx

I AM SORRY FOR BEING SUCH AN INACTIVE BITCH LIFE HAS BEEN CRAZY I LOVE YOU ALL!!

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I don't know where you are but I miss you I hope you're fine!

OMG HI HELLO EVERYONE ITS ME LOTTIE HI HI HI - if you wanna follow me on my socials my instagram is @lottie.lx

I AM SORRY FOR BEING SUCH AN INACTIVE BITCH LIFE HAS BEEN CRAZY I LOVE YOU ALL!!

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where'd you go! we miss you!

OMG HI HELLO EVERYONE ITS ME LOTTIE HI HI HI - if you wanna follow me on my socials my instagram is @lottie.lx

I AM SORRY FOR BEING SUCH AN INACTIVE BITCH LIFE HAS BEEN CRAZY I LOVE YOU ALL!!

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crash series masterlist

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{part 1}

{part 2}

{part 3}

{part 4}

{part 5}

make sure to like, reblog and share with other avid tom stans :))

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are you still writing the sting? it's really good!!

I kinda stopped because it didn't get as many reads but if enough people message me I shall carry it on!!

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YOURE SO TALENTED So happy to follow you!! 😊🤙🏻🤙🏻

thank uuuu xxx

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to keep a long story short, i would die for peter parker

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do you have any social media we can follow you on besides tumblr?

i have instagram yes it’s lottie.lx u can dm me anytime :))) and also my weheartit is @mydreamgoals

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“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

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crash {part 5} | t.h

hey everyone!! here it is as requested :) message me to be on the taglist

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I sort of felt sick to my stomach on the way there. Twiddling with the gold ring with the tips of my fingers, dancing on the cool shininess. A car picked me up from the airport and I slumped inside, toying at the zipper of my backpack. 

“zis is where ze rich people live eh?” the French taxi driver retorted

“oui” i replied in my crappy, half hearted try of any accent. 

“you rich?”

“no, no” I muttered awkwardly trying not to make eye contact through the mirror balanced on the ceiling

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crash series masterlist

{collection inspo}

{part 1}

{part 2}

{part 3}

{part 4}

{part 5}

make sure to like, reblog and share with other avid tom stans :))

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new characters on my tags!

so im probably annoying y’all like crazy lately with all the updates to my tag lists. but i figured i would inform y’all whenever i made a change it it in case you wanted to be palced elewhere on the lists. i mostly added a bunch more ships that i wanna try writing for. so have a look at what’s new and you can do whatever you’d like.

HERE’S THE LINK!

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1.2k WHATTTTTT

#lottie☕️

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reblog this and tag the first vine that comes to ur mind. mine is the one of the people yelling at cabbage

#fuck your chicken sTrIpS

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can you love me? can you love me heartbroken? can you love me with all my scars open?

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crash {part 5} | t.h

hey everyone!! here it is as requested :) message me to be on the taglist

main masterlist

series masterlist

not my gif

I sort of felt sick to my stomach on the way there. Twiddling with the gold ring with the tips of my fingers, dancing on the cool shininess. A car picked me up from the airport and I slumped inside, toying at the zipper of my backpack. 

“zis is where ze rich people live eh?” the French taxi driver retorted

“oui” i replied in my crappy, half hearted try of any accent. 

“you rich?”

“no, no” I muttered awkwardly trying not to make eye contact through the mirror balanced on the ceiling

“a boy?”

“how did you know?” I laughed

“I could sense it” he laughed friendly back.

“oh urrrr” I started “do you know where..” I unfolded Tom’s note and started reading the address he jotted for me. “la rue de luxure?”

“agh oui, that is more down in ze town, by the huge abandoned cinema de ovale”

“thanks, I mean merci” I grinned.

“I’m pierre” he nodded

“(y/n)” I muttered softly back.

Pierre pulled up into the driveway of a gated community by the beach. The automatic doors opened all the way to reveal a long golden line of huge houses. I already felt out of place. 

“merci” I smiled, hopping out the car as Pierre lifted the shiny door open. He hoisted out my bag and then dragged it over the cobbled ground. It was around lunch time, my stomach growled and gurgled. 

“here we are” Pierre huffed, he smiled round at me and then we waved each other goodbye.

“oh (y/n) how lovely to see you!” Stan’s Mum Pamela wrapped her skinny tanned arms around me as she pulled the door open. Her blonde hair tickling my neck. “How was the flight?”

“great actually!” I laughed, pulling my bag inside. The house already smelt fresh. 

“well come in come in, Stan and his father just went out to play some tennis they will be back for lunch soon! Can I get you anything?” 

“I’m starved!” We both laughed and chatted away as she prepared a cheese sandwich for me. I munched on it as she told me all about the place we were staying.

“...of course he wanted servants and I said no! I want to do things myself on this holiday!” she hummed, she brushed down her crisp light blue dress. She had a thread of perfectly sculpted pearls on her neck. “you best go change I think they will be coming soon, I like your necklace!”

“oh thank you” I grinned, cradling Stan's necklace in my hand

“no, no not the one Stanley gifted you the other one, the gold” she pointed and my heart dropped. Little did she know it was Tom’s.

“thanks” I hummed.

Later on I hoisted my bag up the stairs to my room I was sharing with Stan. He had already neatly spread out his things. I packed away my new clothes in the drawers and stared over at Stan's crisp shirts and shorts laid out everywhere. His shiny Rolex chucked carelessly on the chest of drawers. My hands shook when I laid every one of my items down, almost too scared I would mess something up or make something dirty. 

A slam of the front door made my stomach shake. 

“Hi!” Stan called

“shit” I whispered, pulling myself together. I heard him and his Dad fire up a conversation with Pamela in the kitchen as I rapidly changed out of my slouched clothes. I stepped into my red playsuit with small pockets at either hip. I brushed out my knots and tied my hair back into a sleek half up half down.

“(y/n)?” I heard Stan mutter from the hall

“coming!” I shouted back pulling on some white tennis shoes.

“how have you been” he whispered into my scalp as we both hugged. His warm skin against mine somehow comforted me. His body was so manipulative to my mind, at every touch I felt like he was a good person. “dad wants to see you”

My heart raced at the thought. Stan's dad was so prim and proper. His clothes were always so neatly ironed and steamed, his Rolex and Cartier rings danced on his fingers and wrist. I nodded as I pulled out of his embrace. We started down the shiny, tiled stairs and down into the kitchen at the far end of the hall. 

“ah yes (y/n)” Stan's dad announced huskily, coming over and kissing my cheek politely. I grinned awkwardly. His name was Hunter, he was the richest in town, owner of the biggest country club in the state. Born into a rich aristocrat family. His list of money and achievements was what separated his family and me. 

“nice to see you sir”

“please, call me Hunter” he smirked. He was the type of flirty guy in his mid-40′s who would flirt with all the maids and waitresses he came across. He somehow had something in his eyes that lured people in, the same thing that Stan had but his was more of an underlying glimmer. 

Somehow Stan managed to drag me upstairs and away from awkward parental conversation and to our room. 

“stop Stan your parents are gonna come in” he started to nip at my neck as I looked out at the beautiful view through our curtains.

“shhh” he replied huskily “I haven't seen you in so long”

“a night really isn't that long” I retorted, he somehow grabbed my waist forcefully and twisted me around. We started kissing up against the wall. It didn't feel right at all so I pulled away and started laughing softly.

“come on Stan, later”

“fine” he huffed and my heart was relieved. 

Later on we all went out for dinner, my hand slipped into Stan’s as we happily strutted down the promenade, my heels clacking against the slats of wood. 

“isn't it pretty” he nodded down to the beach

“very” I smiled softly at all the little children splashing around under the golden sunset. 

Hunter and Pamela booked us at this very expensive brasserie overlooking the sea. We all sat and immediately dived into conversation. 

“so (y/n) you live on the other side of town?” Hunter spat

“yeah” I nodded awkwardly

“next door to-”

“the Holland's” i replied almost sternly, he stared up in almost shock.

“that family I-” hunter started, Pamela grabbed his arm and hushed him down.

“not at the table” she hummed in his ear. I could feel Stan’s awkwardness tense up. “so what are we all having?” she asked as the waitress approached. 

“I’ll have the watermelon gazpacho and the sirloin steak” Stan smiled over at me, folding up his menu.

“I’ll also have the steak and the pea soup” I grinned at the waitress.

“I would like-” Pamela glazed her eyes over her menu

“we will both have the escargots and the steamed asparagus” Hunter rudely interrupted “and Champagnes all around” he smirked at the waitress then as she turned around slapped her arse. I could see Pamela tense up with anger. The waitress didn't even turn around, she just carried on walking, like she was used to it.

Later that night I waited for Stan to go to sleep and pulled out some paper and the address Tom got me. I perched on the toilet seat of our glassy ensuite bathroom and used the sink to rest on.

Tom,

I miss you and France is a bore. I didn't know about your feelings at all but now I do I realise mine. I know that you probably think Stan is my guy but really I have been having doubts since that night you came over for dinner. We don't share morals at all and his family are sickening. It pains me to know you are locked away because of him, and it pains me more knowing I’m not going to see you for so long. I really love you Tom and I know this is all fast but I realised that you are the only person I want to be with.

all my love and I hope this gets to you in time,

(y/n)

I tucked the letter under my suitcase in the corner and shoved the address there too. I snuggled down next to Stan and his arm snaked around me. He breathed heavily in my ear my I felt sick to my stomach and the sound. 

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