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

꧁༒~𝓒𝓱.10 𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓗𝓮𝓻.~༒꧂

'Strange.'

'Foreign.'

'Unknown.'

'Wild.'

'Different.'

'She was different.'

'Why is she different to me?'

'Her? Out of everyone I know?.. or knew rather.'

'It's...'

'Just...'

'Her.'

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

Flynn's mind was racing. Racing harder than any Guard that has ever been after him. Why was his mind racing? Well, it's quite simple really. A woman. A female. He was having woman problems. Oh dear, what a shame.

He didn't know what to do, he was, for the first time in his life, caught. Caught on something he hasn't really experienced enough to KNOW what to do. He was clueless in his situation, until he thought he could ask you or Blondie about it.

Woman problem, Go to Y/N or Blondie, Both women, Problem solved.

Is how Flynn thought of it; simple plan, simple mind.

But if he did that, there would be a bit of a problem. You see, after spending a few hours with Blondie, he picked up a few things:

-She likes gossip

-She likes drama

-She loves gossip and drama together. Being isolated in a tower for so long clearly makes you think about what you've missed. Realising that factor, Flynn thought it might not be the best idea to talk to someone who loves this type of stuff.

And then there's you.

The one person, who he really doesn't want to tell.

'What if I just like... say it's for someone else? No, she'd ask who... What if I tell her they'd rather stay anonymous? Shall I try it?' With this plan in mind, Flynn walked out of the central room and crept slowly into the kitchen, scanning the area for Blondie or Y/N. No one. Huffing, he stepped back slightly and looked towards the ceiling, knowing Blondie's stage she has up there to paint. Quite beautiful paintings aswell.

Bingo, the man had found what he was looking for, however it was just Blondie, which is better that having to tell Y/N. 'Nah, she'll do. Right, Eugene, just play it off as if it's not... you.' This poor man was trying to build up the courage to ask, how cute.

"Blondie? Where's Y/N?" Flynn asked. It seems the young blonde didn't hear his footsteps and was surprised at his sudden appearance. She flinched and nearly dropped her paintbrush, which would have been quite the disaster.

"Ah! Flynn!" She turned around with a surprised yet angry expression gracing her features, "Uh, she went upstairs just a few minutes ago... Why'd you ask?"

Flynn paused. 'Do I tell her though? ...Fuck it.' He took a deep breath and sighed.

"Right, I got a question for you, because you seem... fitting for it." The man tried to explain. Blondie only responded with a suspicious look, but nodded for him to carry on.