"Well, would you look at that." (Flynn Rider x reader)

~𝓒𝓱.8 ꧁༒•𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓽𝔃?~•༒꧂~

TW: 'Flirty' scenes ahead! Please enjoy and you have been warned if you don't like 'flirty' scenes.

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Waking up was the one thing you always hated. You hated the fact that your slumber would be interrupted, and your dream long forgotten amongst all the other thoughts that cross your mind.

Slowly, your eyelids opened and light streamed into your hazy vision, soon clearing it of any blur. Your E/C eyes exposed for the four walls that surround you.

'Another day, another wave of pain.' You thought to yourself. You gently lifted your hand up, but you felt a weight on the left side of your body.

'What is this weight on me?' Slowly, your head drifted in the direction of the unknown weight. There, on a chair, hunched over with their arms, might you add quite muscular, covering their face and a mop of brown hair. Recognition immediately settled in, as the unknown weight from before was now recognised as Flynn Rider.

'Why is he here-' You wondered, before you felt him stir against the sheets. A small groan escaped his lips as his arms moved too. His head slowly lifted up like a crane, as his half-lidded eyes scanned around the room, temporarily disorientated. Realization soon kicked in as his head swiftly moved in your direction, which made you jump a little. Seeing you awake also gave him a mini heart attack as he didn't expect to see you looking at him. A surprise this early in the morning was unexpected for the both of you.

"Well, good morning, Princess." Flynn's morning voice was deeper and huskier than you thought it would be. Not that you were thinking of his morning voice.

'God fucking damn it, this definitely doesn't pose any good images in my brain.' A faint blush was scattered across your cheeks like a scatter graph, as heat softly radiated off of you and your thoughts betraying you. You were lucky Flynn didn't notice due to not being fully awake yet.

"U-uh, g-good morning, Bandit." You stuttered out a reply. T'was a sad attempt. A soft smile appeared on Flynn's face as he heard you speak. You already looked better and healthier than before as your eyes now weren't being weighed down with giant ass bags.

"Well, I think we should," A yawn forced a way out of Flynn's mouth mid-sentence, "get ready for the day. I actually have some things planned."

"I mean, sure okay, I guess." You replied, a yawn also escaped your lips as you covered your mouth to hide it. You were sure no one would like to see what you had to eat the other day so early in the morning.

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Grumble.

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Silence ensured between you and Flynn. Was that an earthquake or your stomach? Breaking the awkward silence, chuckling can be heard from the left, as you embarrassingly took a glance over. Sure enough, Flynn was laughing at you.

'Nice laugh. Wait, what the fuck-'

"Thanks, Sweetheart- I needed that early in the morning." Flynn tried to say amongst all the laughing. Had he read your mind? Did you say it out loud? Was he referring to your hungry blackhole of a stomach? Any of those options are valid right now.

"R-Right, I-I think it's time to get up now, s-so if you wouldn't m-mind," You paused your speech to try and swing your legs to the other side of Flynn- on his right facing you, "I will be getting ready." Flynn's laughter died down as he was now wiping small tears from his eyes. With still a smile remaining on his face, he simply nodded and went to get up. You did the same, but fate seemed to have other ideas for you. As you went to move your foot to switch weight, your ankle suddenly fell to the side, causing you to go down too. Your eyes widened as you quickly swung a hand out to grab onto anything in reach. Unfortunately for you, it just so seemed to be that Flynn was the unlucky one to go down with you. A small yelp fell from yours and Rider's lips as you both fell backwards on to the (at least) cushioned bed.