#especially the dance practice i can’t stop smiling when i watch it😭😭

[danikamariewrites]

oh my god bestieeee 😭🩷

i’ve missed you so much !! i’ve been really into ithan & flynn x reader smut recently BUT i haven’t found much. what’s up with that ? justice for my boys ✊🏻✨

anyway, i was wondering if you could pleaseee make a ithan or flynn x reader with jealousy with a fluff ending ? i would every much appreciate it 🩷🩷

LOVE YOUUUU !!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

My Jealous Lordling

Flynn x reader

A/n: AAAAHHHHH HEY GIRL!!!!!! I’VE MISSED YOU OMG!!!! I don’t think I’ve written for Flynn yet and he is definitely the jealous bf type so plz enjoy these headcanons of jealous Flynn

Warnings: some nsfw, and fluff

Flynn is easily made jealous by any male that makes you laugh or smile

Anyone but him being near you pisses him off

He knows you would never cheat on him, Flynn is just possessive of you

His hands are always on you when you’re out or at home

You love holding his hand the most

While Flynn is an amazing warrior and very well trained his hands are super soft and warm

He would never admit it to the rest of the guys (or Bryce) but he loves pampering himself

Flynn owns all the most expensive/best products for his hair and skin

The only person he shares that with is you and you two will have skin care nights with the door locked so Ruhn or Dec would stay out

Ok back to jealous Flynn

Going out with your friends is your favorite, especially when you party with Bryce it’s always a fun time

Always supports your choices and is your personal hype man. Like when it comes to your hot girl fits he practically falls to his knees bc he can’t believe you’re all his

He just hates that other people will see you in that black mini dress that was clearly just meant for him

Before going out you always kiss his cheek and say, “If you behave you can have a treat later.” Flynn sits at home patiently waiting for his reward for not being impatient and pulling you out of the bar

Sometimes there are nights were you and your friends end up at the same bar with his friends

As much as he doesn’t want to Flynn does give you your space and just makes eyes at you across the bar

Sometimes you two make a game out of it and flirt on the dance floor like you’ve never met each other

Seeing you around your guy friends drives him insane

Flynn knows he’s better than those loser and that they’d never treat you right but he still hates that they “flirt” with you

On the rare occasion you both ended up at the Raven with both groups Flynn kept his eyes on you from the second you walked in the door. He just had a gut feeling something wasn’t right

Flynn watches one of your guy friends try to make a move on you

With what felt like two steps he was across the bar and grabbing the male by the back of his neck pulling him off of you. You clearly didn’t want him touching you and you looked stressed

Flynn didn’t let go of the male until they were outside in the alley. He threw him against the brick wall, punching him over and over until the male was begging Flynn to stop. Flynn grabbed him by the shirt, growling, “you ever go near her again I swear to the gods no one will find your body.”

After watching him run off Flynn storms back into the bar to see both friend groups mingling and comforting you. Ruhn clocked Flynn fuming and started to pull everyone away from you so they weren’t the next victim of his wrath

You dragged him home, equally as mad about that jealous display

“Why did you do that?” You asked calmly, your hands shaking. “He touched you and I saw the look on your face. I saw him flirting with you all night and it got to me. I couldn’t let you be uncomfortable.”

Your face softened at how small his voice sounded. Your friend was telling you to leave Flynn for him and you hated that this affected Flynn so much

The rest of the night you spent cuddling, his head on your chest as you played with his hair

Once you fell asleep Flynn switched positions and stayed up all night whispering sweet nothings to you

#crescent city #crescent city imagine #crescent city headcanon #crescent city fanfic #crescent city x reader #crescent city fanfiction #crescent city tristan Flynn #tristan flynn x reader #tristan flynn #tristan Flynn x you #crescent city Flynn #crescent city Flynn x reader

[dropout-if]

ooooo assuming that MC can develop a friendship with Statler that eventually also becomes a crush:

either "hang-outs that start to feel more and more like dates" OR "telling them they deserve better (and silently wanting to be the one who gives it to them)" (or a weird combination of the two prompts, if you can and want to, no pressure sjfjsmdhsksk) pls ✨

Doing both because this is so sweet😭💕 also it's very possible to start Statler's romance as friends^^

From this ask game!

For the—probably, you’re not counting or anything—twentieth time since the beginning of their shift at the bar, you sneak a glance and find Statler peaking at their phone, grimacing, nervously wiping their hands on their shirt.

“Everything alright, Statler?” you can’t resist asking, the concern in your voice impossible to hide.

Statler jumps, clearly startled by your question. They quickly pocket their phone, expression shifting from worry to forced casualness as they busy themself cleaning a dirty glass, “Huh? Oh, yeah, just some— Stuff. Don’t worry about it,” Statler smiles warmly at you, “Nothing I can’t handle.”

You drum your fingers against the counter, knowing for a fact that Statler lies—they’re an awful liar, too.

“Sorry,” they mutter. You don’t know why they’re apologizing, you never do “Are you— Are you free after? Maybe?”

Chuckling, you take the glass they’ve been wiping from their hands, “It’s clean enough,” you explain, “And— Of course. Always— I’m free.”

Statler breathes a sigh of relief, their facade slowly melting away, “Great. I just— I like being with you. Maybe both of us could use a breather.”

“The Hangout effect,” is what Wanda calls it—the bar sucks the life out of you. You referencing that inner joke makes Statler chuckle, which makes your chest feel warm.

As the night wears on and the crowd starts to thin out, you and Statler find yourselves perched on stools at the bar, the remnants of laughter and clinking glasses fading into the background. It’s taken you a while to convince Statler that you’re in fact very happy to spend time with them, that they’re not a burden and that you don’t mind getting home late—“My roommate arrives home way after me anyway. It gets lonely sometimes,” you insist, dancing in circles around a topic like Statler and you usually do.

Statler’s gaze is distant, they run their calloused thumb over the rim of their half-empty water bottle. You hear their phone buzz and watch as Statler finally turns it off.

When their eyes shift in your direction, Statler’s hand follows, stopping just before they touch you, “There’s fuzz in your hair. Can I?”

“Oh, yeah. Thanks,” you shift your head, barely even feeling Statler’s fingers as they help you out.

Statler’s eyes crinkle, they smile warmly[, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear], “Much better.”

Wanda interrupts—the one moment in her life that she’s been quiet, probably—as she practically slams two more bottles of water on the counter. She smiles innocently when both you and Statler look at her.

“You two are adorable,” Wanda nods, leaning in to whisper in your ear “But not everyone here might agree. Hypothetically. Especially those hypothetical people who know a certain someone and are sitting in a booth. Hypothetically.”

You snort, Wanda gives you the thumbs up before she leaves—Statler and you keep your distance, and you finally spot a few of Noir’s friends, drunk and lingering behind.

Statler breaks the silence, their voice tinged with frustration, “You ever feel like— Like you’re stuck in a cycle, [Name]? Like no matter what you do, it’s the same arguments, the same fights, and— It just never gets better?"

Your heart aches for Statler.

“That was a bit specific,” you point out, “Do you want to talk about it?”

They wince, “I— I don’t know. It’s my fault, either way. And I hate talking sh— badly of them behind their back.”

You discretely reach out, gently place a hand on their arm—hurriedly pull back when Statler flinches, bite your lip when they shake their head, a silent ‘Sorry’ falling off their lips—and you say, “I think I get it, though. It’s like— You’re trapped.”

Statler nods, their eyes locked on yours, gratitude in their gaze, “Yeah, exactly.”

You absentmindedly grab the water bottle Wanda brought for you two, mumbling, “Would you get mad if I say something you might not want to hear?”

“[Name]…” Statler chuckles tightly “I swear— I don’t think you could ever make me upset.”

“Okay,” you nod. Taking a deep breath, you tell them, “Statler, you’re amazing. And— You deserve better, is all.”

When you look at them, you see Statler’s shoulders tense.

“It’s very sweet that you think so.”

“But you don’t believe it?” you prompt.

“I— It’s complicated,” they sigh, “I know you mean well. Really— Thank you. You’re a good friend.”

Friend. The word stings a little, knowing that your feelings for Statler have started to go beyond friendship. You want to tell them, ‘I’d treat you better,’ but the possibility of such a vulnerable statement being dismissed by someone like Statler manages to shut you up.

#dropout if #dropout #ask #ask game #statler amani

[rosenallies]

maybe 15 from the fluff list for the drag racer au? it’s giving very hurt comfort vibes and you write that amazingly 💜

Thank u love 💗💗This is cute but it did make me obsessively zoom in on pictures of Sasha, anetra, and Marcia smiling to try and figure out it any of them actually have dimples😭 which none of them really do so for all intents and purposes in this au, Marcia has some dimples 😌🫶🏻

15. "don't lie, your dimple usually shows when you're actually smiling. what's wrong?"

——

“Honey, we’re over here!” Sasha called, excitedly waving Marcia down as they exited the dressing room, bag slung over their shoulder as they searched the crowd of other partners and proud family members for Anetra and Sasha.

They spotted both of their partners, a tiny little half smile spreading across their lips, one that Sasha and Anetra immediately recognized as fake. Perhaps they were overtired, opening night always took a lot out of them, the nerves and adrenaline taking half of their energy before the show even started, especially if they had the lead role.

“Hi baby, I’m so proud of you,” Sasha cooed, holding Marcia at an arm’s length away before kissing the tip of their nose.

“Congratulations, Marc,” Anetra echoed, placing a delicate bouquet of peonies in their arms.

They smiled again, still not reaching their eyes or showing off those cute little dimples they got whenever they smiled as wide as they could. “Thank you, guys, it means a lot that you came to opening night.”

Sasha cocked her head to the side inquisitively. “Is something wrong?”

“What? No, not at all,” they lied, their voice a bit higher than usual, a tell tale sign they were fibbing.

“Don’t lie,” Anetra said, shuffling the three of them off to the side, away from those who mingled around the lobby, “your dimple usually shows when you’re actually smiling. What’s wrong?”

Lip wobbling, Marcia looked down at the floor, avoiding their gaze as they worked up the courage to tell their partners what was wrong.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk just yet,” Sasha said soothingly, rubbing their arm tenderly.

“How did you not notice?” Marcia sniffled, eyes still glued to the floor.

“Notice what, baby? What happened?”

“My voice cracked on the high note in the closing number, which everyone knows is like the most important number of any show! I’d been practicing for months and-and my voice- I can’t do this, I should never have gotten the lead; I should just give the role to my understudy.”

“Oh Marc- you did amazing, I’m sure no one even notice your voice faulter at all. I know I didn’t.”

“I didn’t either,” Anetra assured her, “but if I’m being honest, I was distracted by how pretty you looked on stage.”

Marcia tried to stop it, but Anetra’s casual flirting made them crack a smile, a real one that met their eyes and showed their dimples.

“There it is,” Sasha cooed, “there’s that smile. We promise you that you did amazing. You were absolutely perfect, getting the lead was very well deserved, love.”

“I wouldn’t have given it to anyone else,” Anetra reiterated with a wink.

“I guess,” they shrugged, “I did do a pretty good job of continuing after I messed up, the most important thing is to keep going.”

“That’s right,” Sasha agreed, smoothing down their ponytail, “I tell my dance students that all the time. Now how about we go home and relax, hmm? Maybe order some takeout and watch a movie?”

Marcia’s eyes lit up. “Can we watch the wizard of oz? Please?!”

“Of course, love,” Sasha said, kissing their forehead, beginning to lead the others out to the parking lot.

“I’m only not complaining about your movie choice because you were upset, by the way,” Anetra joked, taking Marcia’s other hand, “I’m almost positive you can quote the entire thing by now.”

“Hey, I never complain when you want to watch all the Jurassic Park movies in one day.”

Anetra rolled her eyes affectionately, leaning down slightly and kissing their cheek. “Touché.”

#drag racer au #prompt request