Ryan Lochte Fanfics!

I'm just another collective girlfriend in the Lochte fandom. I'm a 20 year old college student from Texas who enjoys reading and writing fanfiction about Olympic swimmers. If you want to know more about me, hit my inbox! I answer all questions! Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in the story. Everything in the story is false, and i have never met Ryan Lochte, or any of the other characters mentioned in this story. Enjoy the story and leave comments! If you like the chapters please show your appreciation by pressing the "<3" button in the top right corner of the page! Thanks! Note: This is a sideblog so I cant follow back. but i do automatically follow back on my personal blog foreverifemii

[ithelpstodream]

Okay, so let me get this straight, yeah? Gymnast Gabby Douglas “disrespected” her entire country by not putting her hand on her heart and smiling enough during the Olympics. Swimmer Ryan Lochte is a “kid” who deserves “a break” for allegedly destroying property and lying about a traumatic robbery?!

If you were wondering what white, male privilege looks like, THIS is it.

[anotherlochtefangirl-blog]

Can you write a one shot about Ryan and the reader being friends with benefits and one of Ryan's friends hits on the reader and Ryan gets jealous? You don't have to use a name unless you want to and if you want to use a name "Kate" is cool. (I love that name and wish it was my name but it's not💔). If you don't wanna write this I understand

sure, that can work!

[anotherlochtefangirl-blog]

Could you do a one shot where the girl is supporting Ryan through his troubles with the post 2016 Olympics .

sure I can!

[anotherlochtefangirl-blog]

Do you have a master just by any chance? 😊

I'm going to make one. I've been really busy with work and the first thing I want to do when I come home is sleep. I need to get better 😩😩😩 but I'll do it when I come back from work today

[anotherlochtefangirl-blog]

I don't get how people are making the Ryan mess into a race thing. Did everyone forget his mother is Cuban???

Ryan’s mother is a White Cuban. People forget that nationality and race are not mutually exclusive. What Ryan and his teammates did was basically flex their white priviledge and I’m not here for if. I’m still gonna write on this page because I’ve been getting a lot of requests lately, but Ryan fucked up, badly.

[anotherlochtefangirl-blog]

What happen for the last post to be posted what did Ryan do?

He lied about being robbed.

[anotherlochtefangirl-blog]

Why Ryan???? We were rooting for you! We were all rooting for you!

[anotherlochtefangirl-blog]

Can you do a story with Anthony Ervin and a black women, love story

Sure!

[anotherlochtefangirl-blog]

Can you more of We Need A Resolution? Pls

Sure!

[anotherlochtefangirl-blog]

Rio Olympics

I've been getting an influx of followers since the Olympics has started and a lot of people have been reading my fics as of lately. Did anyone want to see any new chapters or one shots? Message me if you want to!

[10on10]

[koopstaknicca]

*aye muthafuka take this pic*

[zellylevall]

“ snap me up real quick fam ”

[77777777777777777777222-deactiv]

“make sure my shoes in the pic too, nigga”

[snizzydoesit]

“One time for the Gram bruh”

[darkskinhazee-deactivated202004]

“Retake that fam, I think I blinked.”

[moisemorancy-deactivated2022061]

Lmao. C'mon son. My guy is too fly.

[natyantunes-blog]

Great event with @nbc6 @telemundo51 tonight! @ryanlochte @akuperstein @kellynbc6 #roadtorio

[anotherlochtefangirl-blog]

He shaved. I’m sad :(((((((

[anotherlochtefangirl-blog]

We Need A Resolution- Part 47

We Need A Resolution- Part 47

 “Ryan.”

 “Yes sweetheart?” He asked.

 “What would you say if I wanted to do a home birth?”

 “Absolutely not.” Ryan said.

 “But I’ve heard so many positive things about a home birth.”

 “Baby, it would be at home. With no access to medical care. God forbid if anything happens. I would never forgive myself.”

 “Ry….”

 “It wouldn’t even be like that. There would be a midwife here and everything.”

 “Our parents were probably delivered at home. People were able to do it home back in the day, why can’t we?” I asked.

 “Back in the day, they didn’t have the same medical technology that we had now so they were left with no option but to deliver at home.” Ryan said.

 “Baby, I’m not allowing it. I’m sorry. My baby is going to be born in a hospital. And if that upsets you, I’m sorry.” Ryan said.

 “You suck.” I said.

 “Why do you get to just decide like that? I mean I’m the one whose carrying this baby.” I said.

 Ryan gave me a look.

 “I was just asking, with me having a false labor, I wouldn’t even be a candidate for it. But Dr. Patel did bring it up, that’s why I asked. And I looked it up as well. There are so many benefits. They wouldn’t leave me to the wolves. I would have a midwife, Dr. Patel would be here, I would have a doula, Mama Ike, my parents, more people would be here, I can move comfortably instead of being hooked up to IV’s. “

 “Maybe if we have another baby.” Ryan said.

 “Really?”

 “Maybe. I’m not 100%”

 “Whose to say we even will have another baby?” I asked.

 “We like having sex with each other and we don’t use contraceptives. It’s bound to happen baby.” Ryan said.

 “What if I get my tubes tied after Sari? I’m not just a baby maker you know.” I said.

 “You would never. You said yesterday you wanted to try for twins after Sari.” Ryan said.

 “Damn it. You caught me.” I said.

Ryan smiled.

 “I’m not trying to be bossy baby. It’s just I haven’t heard about home births before. You can get my apprehension, right?” Ryan said.

 “Yes. I can get it, Ry.” I said.

 “You’ve explained it further, so I get it.” Ryan said.

 “Let’s talk to your doctor when we go in tomorrow and I can ask more questions.” Ryan said.

 “Okay.” I said.

 “Great.” Ryan said.

 “See. That wasn’t so hard was it?” I asked.

 “No. It wasn’t.” Ryan said and rolled his eyes.

 *

 Ryan and I with, my baby boy was waiting to be seen by the doctor.

 We went through the checkup routine and everything turned out okay, I was then waiting for my doctor to come inside our exam room.

 “How are you guys today?” Dr. Patel asked.

 “We’re great. We’re doing well.” Ryan said.

 “Awesome. I’m sure you guys are on pins and needles right now. Less than one month until you guys meet your baby girl.” Dr. Patel said.

 “You don’t even know. I’m so excited.” I said.

 “Oh, I bet.” She said.

 I smiled.

 “Sade was telling me a lot about this home birth. I wanted to learn more about it.” Ryan said.

 Dr. Patel ran through the more intricate details of it, and Ryan seemed sold. He seemed like he wanted to do it more than I. Dr. Patel said although I had some issues before in the pregnancy, it seemed very minor and in her professional opinion, I could be able to do a home birth. But Ryan and I still had a lot of thinking to do.

 “Baby you’ve sold me.” Ryan said, while at lunch.

“See Ry? I would never do something or think of something that wouldn’t be mutually beneficial for the family.” I said.

 “I know baby.” Ryan said.

 “I think that would be amazing to do for us.” Ryan said.

 “I can’t believe that Dr. Patel would even suggest it. She really cares about me, as a patient. Most doctors want their patients to deliver at the hospital, because it is more money for them.” I said.

 “You’re right.” Ryan said.

 “I’ll call my insurance and see what they can do.” I said.

 “Great baby.” Ryan said.

 We finished up our lunch and made our way home.

 “Am I too big for you?” I asked Ryan. I was sitting on his lap, and my belly was blocking us.

 “No. You’re perfect.” Ryan said.

 “Are you sure?” I asked.

 “Yes. I’m absolutely sure.” Ryan asked.

 “Does my big belly turn you on?” I asked Ryan. Knowing full and well the answer.

 “Does it?” Ryan asked.

 “You know the answer to that.” Ryan said.

 “I’ve been on you like white on rice.” Ryan said.

 “You sure have. How many times did we do it yesterday?” I asked.

 “Like five. Although, it’s because you weren’t giving me any for two days.” Ryan said.

 “Because you pissed me off.” I said.

“Why? Because I didn’t want to get your McDonald’s at four am? When I had practice at 5:30?”

 “That’s exactly why.” I said.

 “I’ve spoiled you too much.” Ryan says, after he kisses me.

 “I wouldn’t take it back for anything though.” Ryan said.

 “Gosh. I’m so going to miss not being able to touch you when Sari gets here for six weeks.” Ryan said.

 “Ry. It’ll fly by.” I said.

 “Six weeks without the coochie? It’s going to feel like six years.” Ryan said.

 I laughed.

 “I have faith in you, sweetheart.” I said.

 “Thank you baby.” Ryan said.

 We spent the rest of the night making out like bandits, and then went to sleep. Ryan had a long day ahead of him tomorrow. He had to wake up early for practice, and then go for a killer dry land practice, and afterwards he was going to come with me to a play date I had arranged for KJ and kids his age. Nonetheless, it was a typical day in the Lochte household.

[anotherlochtefangirl-blog]

Yes please!#

Okay

[anotherlochtefangirl-blog]

Inbox me if....

You want a new chapter of WNAR

[fawnbabe-deactivated20190422]

Don’t try to piss quietly. Nobody in a public restroom thinks you’re knitting in your stall. They came to piss, just like you. And if you have to take a dump, do it. Get over your fear of public toilets. It’ll make life a lot easier. Masturbate. Masturbate a lot. Talk about it with your friends. You’ve got the right to make yourself feel good and brag about it just like all the boys with extra large kleenex packages on their desks. If you want the large fries, get the large fries. Hunger and appetite are nothing to be ashamed of, just human. Don’t ever feel guilty for eating in front of others. You need to nourish your body to stay alive. We all do. Laugh as loud as you have to, no matter if you snort or gasp or literally scream. Fart when you have to. Always remember you weren’t born to visually please others. Forget the phrase “what if they think it’s ugly”. If you think it’s lovely, it is lovely. You wanna wear it, wear it! Speak your mind! You can learn to do so without insulting others or shoving your opinion down other people’s throats.

(via m00nlight-dreams)

[anotherlochtefangirl-blog]

hi how are you?

Hey, I’m good! How about you! It’s been a while since I’ve seen you on here.