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bluesylveon2 · 3 years

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My My, I Could Never Let You Go

Summary: Sasha Zoe just wants her dad to walk her down the aisle. There is only one problem: she doesn’t know who her dad is! Sasha invites 3 men in hopes of finding out which one is her father. What could possibly go wrong?

Pairings: Levi x Hange, Sasha x Niccolo, and other background relationships

Disclaimer: This is a Levihan Mamma Mia au. This fanfic is inspired by Mamma Mia which is directed by Phyllida Loyd, written by Catherine Johnson, and uses music from the pop group ABBA. Attack on Titan is a manga/anime series written by Hajime Isayama and published by Kondasha

A/N: It is finally here!!! One thing I did not think about back in January was Rico and Jean's heights. Rico is 156 cm (5'1") and Jean is 190 cm (6'3"). Do what you want with that information. Other things I want to include are:

This chapter has fluff (next will have some angst)

Chapter 12 has some additional dialogue between Hange and Levi. You can tell Levi cares for Sasha

Samuel is the guy from the 104 that Sasha saved when she ran down the wall.

The title of this chapter is all over Tiktok lmao

Thank you to @immagoudaboi for beta reading this chapter! Enjoy!

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Ch 13: Slipping Through My Fingers

Earlier

Rico quietly sneaks around Mike's yacht to find Erwin. It did not take her long to locate and row her way to the vessel, thanks to Nanaba. Her mission is to find Erwin (and maybe Levi, if she is lucky) and steer him away from Hange. Plus, she can get a picture or an autograph from him, so it is a win-win situation for her and Hange. She hides her petite body behind the mast (she is thankful she is tiny and not as tall as her other friends) and takes a peek.

Coast is clear. Rico smiles before diving behind a box. She lies on her stomach and contemplates what to do next. Should she find Erwin first or Levi? They weren't out and about, so they must be inside the cabin. At least Nanaba has Mike covered.

Her ears perk up when she hears two voices talking nearby. She quietly crawls near the cabin area and listens closely.

"Did you ever get Marie's number?"

"No...."

Little did she know that there was another person on the boat.

"Can I help you? A voice from behind her asks, and Rico flinches.

Shit.

Rico slowly turns around to find a man with pompadour-style hair looking down at her.

"This isn't the bathroom." Rico laughs nervously and watches the man's reaction. But, unfortunately, he did not share the same feeling.

Rico sighs and stands up. "I'm looking for Erwin Smith. I'm one of his friends, Rico?"

The man raises an eyebrow and looks at Rico suspiciously. "Alright. Stay here, and I'll go get him for you." He extends a hand out for her to shake. "By the way, my name is Gelgar."

Rico smiles and grabs the man's hand. "Nice to meet you, Gelgar."

She smiles victoriously as she awaits Gelgar's return.

—-

Rico considers herself lucky that Erwin agreed to go on a walk with her along the beach. She never saw Levi while on the yacht, but she recognized his voice earlier. According to Erwin, Levi has plans to explore the island but did not want to be a third wheel with Mike. Rico only nods along and makes sure to shoot Hange a quick text about Erwin and Levi's whereabouts.

The two were walking and having a friendly conversation along Kastani beach. Rico did not want to ask Erwin for a picture right away, however, she could get it one way or another. She can tell something is on his mind because he was unresponsive during her story. She knew it involved a particular friend of hers who is currently occupying the man's mind.

"Hange must be tearing her hair out doing this wedding alone." Erwin states out of nowhere. Rico stares back at him.

"Why are you telling me this?" She asks suspiciously.

"Tell me, Rico, what does the father of the bride typically do?" Erwin asks, ignoring Rico's question.

Rico stops walking and crosses her arms. She has a feeling as to why Erwin is asking such a ridiculous question. Suddenly, an idea pops up in her head regarding Hange's big reveal yesterday. Maybe Erwin can make himself useful despite her being a fan?

"They typically pay, and that's common sense itself. So why are you asking me these types of questions?"

Erwin takes a deep breath before responding. "I'm sorry. I just have a lot on my mind lately."

Rico looks at Erwin with mild curiosity, her mind already formulating a sure-proof plan to steer Erwin away from Hange.

"What's up? You can talk to me about it, and I promise to not tell a soul."

Hook

Erwin looks at Rico with shock. He chuckles and looks away for a bit. "I'm surprised you noticed. I was trying to not let it overtake my mind. I apologize for that.“

Line

Rico waves her hand out to show she is not upset. "It's alright. What's on your mind?"

Erwin smiles and decides to reveal one thing that's been on his mind. "Do you know a woman named ‘Marie’? She mentioned she is friends with Hange."

Sinker

Rico smiles and nods her head excitedly. "I do know her. She and I were close friends in college."

Erwin's eyes light up with happiness before realizing something from his talk with Levi earlier. He coughs into his fist and looks at Rico nervously.

"This is really embarrassing to ask, but do you perhaps have her number? I forgot to ask for it yesterday."

Rico giggles and gives Erwin an innocent smile. "Ahhh, I see. So you must have been the one Marie was dancing with last night. The handsome blonde. She had mentioned you last night and about how she wanted to get to know you better."

"Really?"

"Mhmm. I will give it to you, but you need to give me one thing."

"Do you want money?"

Rico laughs out loud. "No, not that!" she says while trying to cover her laughter with her hand. "I know that you are pretty famous, Erwin Smith. I just want a picture with you."

Erwin looks at her with uncertainty. "That's it? Nothing else like my clothes or anything?"

Rico's happy face becomes horrified. "Heavens, no! Do I look like that type of fan to you?" Then, suddenly, she smirks at him. "Besides, all I want is one picture, and that's it. Meanwhile, you get Marie's number which can change your life forever."

Erwin ponders on the offer for a few seconds before nodding. "Alright. You seem like a casual fan and not one of the crazy ones. I have met far too many of them already."

Rico smiles before grabbing her phone out of her bag. Erwin watches Rico as she scrolls through it for a bit. He remembers how Hange used to talk about her friends and how they treated her like she was their sister. He also remembers how Marie brought up Rico once during their conversation at the bar.

"I've heard about you from other people, Rico. How about you get to ride my private jet with Marie and me in the future?."

Rico almost drops her phone. She is not the type of friend to pressure Marie into marrying the guy just for her own benefit. Besides, Rico knew Marie would invite her to this stuff anyway regardless if she marries Erwin. She practically fell for the guy based on the way she talked about him last night. Rico can even meet some of Erwin's single friends! It's a win-win situation for both of them. Marie gets Erwin, and Rico can get husband number 4!

"It's a deal!"

---

Historia, Hanami, Hitch, and Mikasa watch everyone having fun on the beach during their break from swimming in the sea. Eren and Connie were trying to dunk each other in the water. Marco, Mina, Annie, and Armin were building sandcastles. Marlowe and Jean were off to the side, having what seems like a meaningful conversation.

Hitch turns to find Mikasa (who made it pretty obvious) watching Eren. She smirks, already having an idea of how to execute her plan.

"So Mikasa, how are you and Eren lately?" she asks innocently, causing Mikasa to flinch in her spot. Mikasa blushes slightly and prays Hitch did not see her staring at Eren.

Mikasa raises an eyebrow slightly. "We're doing good so far. I even ate lunch with him yesterday," she replies with absolute honesty. Hitch's eyes light up behind her sunglasses, and she smiles like a Cheshire cat.

"Really? So you weren't with Hanami then. Was it just you and Eren alone? Like a date?"

"No!" Mikasa sputters, grabbing the attention of Hanami and Historia. However, Hitch's smile never leaves her as Mikasa's reaction had already confirmed her suspicions.

"No," Mikasa whispers after she composes herself. "We were only catching up."

"Ahhhh, I see," Hitch says and rests her head on her fist. She eyes Mikasa with humor in her eyes. "Are you two going to catch up more later today?" she asks suggestively.

Mikasa hides her blushing face in her hands just as Hitch laughs from teasing her. "Stop that, Hitch! Not like the way you think about it!"

Meanwhile, on the other side, Hanami turns to Historia. "Do you know what that's about?" She points her thumb towards Mikasa and Hitch's direction just as Hitch decides to interrogate her again.

"Not really. I think it has something to do with Mikasa hanging out with Eren yesterday. Did you leave her with him?" Historia admits feigning innocence.

Hanami's face lights up with recognition. "Ohh, I know what you're talking about. Yeah, I did. Only because I did not want to be a third wheel and Connie needed some help with Sasha's gift."

Historia raises an eyebrow and looks at her friend in confusion. "Connie? So you didn't go to Jean?"

"Oh no, no!" Hanami laughs and waves a hand out dismissively. "Why would I need to go to him if he was working around that time?"

"But aren't you two close? Maybe even developed some feelings?" Historia blurts out and starts to panic. Now Hanami is going to figure out what is going on if she continues. She needs to act quickly.

Hanami laughs instead. "Oh, please. You know Jean, he already has his eyes on someone else." That someone being Mikasa, but maybe Historia might assume it is Rico. She scans the beach for where she last saw Jean and Marlowe, only to find Marlowe alone. She searches all over the beach again, and her eyes widen behind her sunglasses.

Hanami points over to Jean, and Historia turns to face where she is pointing at. "Speaking of, here he is making his move now." She giggles, and Historia panics again. Jean is heading to the sea, full of determination and confidence, to flirt with Rico.

"Are you not going to stop Jean?" Historia asks with some desperation. She expected Hanami to get up and go to him; she did not expect Hanami to giggle.

"I would rather not. However, this is the first time I've seen Jean interested in someone other than Mikasa, so I'm curious about how this will play out."

Historia turns back to Jean and groans in defeat. This woman is so dense!

"OH MY GOSH, WHAT IS GOING ON???" Hitch suddenly yells, now noticing what was going on around her. She quickly grabs Mikasa's hand without thinking about it (since she is the closest) and begins dragging her in the direction of the disaster that was about to happen.

"Hey!" Mikasa yells, but her words go in one of Hitch's ears and out the next.

"Hey, guys!" Mina calls from behind minutes later, unaware of why Hitch and Mikasa ran off. Historia and Hanami turn around to find her walking up to the group, followed by Marco, Annie, Armin, and Marlowe. She begins to converse with Hanami and Annie.

Armin notes Historia panicking. "What are you looking at, Historia?"

Historia jumps a bit from being caught. "Oh…you know…stuff…" she says nervously, her eyes darting around to look anywhere else.

"I think she might be talking about Jean trying to flirt with Rico again." Marlowe interrupts, pointing towards where Mikasa and Hitch headed off to. The group watches them conversing with Jean and Rico. He sighs. "Seriously, I thought I told him to stop pursuing her. Especially with Rico's reputation."

"Who knows what's going on in Jean's mind?" Marco adds, now joining in the conversation. Finally, he turns to everyone in their group. "We should go see what's going on."

Everyone follows the direction of Hitch and Mikasa's path and stops just a few feet away from the bar's entrance. They watch as Mikasa talks for a bit before Rico heads towards the bar with Jean following behind.

"This is not going to end well," Annie adds as she follows everyone else.

---

Rico heads over to the Kastani bar once she is separated from Erwin. Erwin left to meet up with Marie, so Rico let him go for now. He did not seem to have any intentions to talk to Hange because he could talk about Marie.

(Little did Rico know about the other thing in Erwin's mind)

Rico sits down on one of the bar stools, smiles at the bartender, and looks at the menu before ordering her drink. If only Hange and Nanaba were here to drink with her. She wants at least another girls' night with them (plus Marie and Pieck) before they go back home.

She senses somebody sliding into the stool next to her, and she sighs. She did not have to look up because she already knew who it was.

"Hello Rico, how about we continue from where we left off last night?"

Rico cringes internally at Jean's words. She had her fun last night dancing with him at the party, so why is he so persistent now? Where is the damn drink so she can leave?

She looks up at Jean's smug face and notices someone else joining him. This guy had dark hair and freckles.

Ahh, so this is Marco. Rico recognizes him from yesterday.

"Last night never happened. I drew a veil over it. You should go talk to another girl because I have work to do." she turns her attention back to the bartender before ordering her drink.

Jean turns to Marco. "She just does not want to mess with a masterpiece."

Marco looks at his friend with concern while the rest of their group cringes. Typical Jean, they all thought simultaneously.

Mikasa breaks away from Armin and walks up to Rico. "Oh, ignore him, Rico. He is all mouth and no bite," she comments just as Rico's drink arrives. Finally! She can leave!

Jean continues bragging instead. "Rico can't ignore the chemistry between us."

Rico scoffs. "Little boys who play with fire get their fingers burned." She warns him. Rico stands up and begins walking out.

"Rico is also old enough to be your mom, Jean," Mikasa adds as she follows Rico. Jean watches them, stunned and embarrassed. He stands up hastily while ignoring Marco's pleas to stop before he embarrasses himself.

"C'mon Rico! Give me a chance!" Jean pleads from his spot in a futile attempt to stop her from walking away. The girls begin following Rico out while the guys watch Jean to see what he will do next.

Rico stops abruptly and tightens her grip on her drink. Suddenly, an idea pops into her head.

"What's wrong?" Annie asks. All of the girl's eyes widen as Rico smirks.

"I did warn the boy." Rico hands Mikasa her drink and turns to Jean. She smiles sweetly at him, and Jean smirks, thinking he’s won.

"You're right. I should give you a chance. After all, you have been so persistent ever since I got here."

Rico saunters her way towards Jean. She smiles seductively and enticingly moves her hips to add an effect. She stops walking once she gets to the bartender. Jean watches as Rico beckons him closer to her, whispers into his ear, and the bartender hands Rico a towel. Rico goes back to Jean and stands in very close proximity to him. She gently grabs his shoulder and turns his body around to face the bar. She then pushes her sunglasses on top of her head, looking up into Jean's light brown eyes and wraps the towel around his shoulders.

Jean gulps to hide his surprise. "What are you doing?' He asks with a shaky voice.

Rico smiles and begins to slowly trail the towel down Jean's back. "Obviously, I'm rewarding you. You deserve one." she purrs in a saccharine tone.

Jean's eyes go wide with shock. "Right now?! Out here in public?!"

"Mhm. You deserve it." Rico hums and continues her work, going even lower. This time, she gets on her knees.

Jean watches while frozen from shock. He did not expect his plan to go this far! He wants to get out of this embarrassing situation, but his body refuses to move. Jean glances over at Marco, who made a move to help, but Rico stops him. Even the bartender did not make a move to help but watch instead.

Meanwhile, in the back, Mina yelps and covers her eyes. "Oh, I can't watch!" she cries out, saving herself from secondhand embarrassment.

"What do you think about all of this with Jean?" Hanami asks nonchalantly after she subtly moves to stand next to Mikasa.

"It's very random and out of nowhere. I know Jean has feelings for me, so I guess he got over it? Then again, I assumed he had his eyes on another girl. Not Rico."

Hanami raises an eyebrow with interest. She is curious about what Mikasa thought of the other girl.

"How does it make you feel?"

Mikasa smiles. "They're good for each other. I can tell with just one look. Besides, Rico is old enough to be Jean's mother, and that concerns me."

Suddenly, Eren appears out of nowhere and stands on the other side of Mikasa. "You're right, Mikasa. I'm surprised the other girl did not notice." He laughs and casually wraps an arm around Mikasa's shoulder.

Hanami curses quietly under her breath just as Mikasa blushes. That is not the response she is hoping for from Mikasa, nor did she expect Eren (of all people) to show up. But she is curious about the girl Mikasa is referring to.

Jean reverts back into reality when Rico suddenly stands up. He only remembers her smirking face as she grabs his shoulders, turns him around to reveal to everyone what exactly she was doing.

"You might want to look down." Rico points down and smiles triumphantly. Jean looks down to find that Rico did not give him that. Instead, she had wrapped the towel around his waist to make it look like a diaper. Jean stares at the crowd red with embarrassment. He did not want to see MIkasa's reaction or listen to everyone laugh at him. Luckily, Rico sort of saves him when she pushes him down the steps and into Connie, who at least catches him.

(Thank goodness he arrived right on time)

Rico puts her sunglasses back down and walks down each step slowly. "Can you hand me my drink, Mikasa?"

Mikasa, along with the rest of the girls, heads over to Rico. She hands her drink, and they all watch her drink it in one go. Rico sets the empty glass down, opens her purse to pay, and winks at the bartender before leaving.

"We did good, girls," Rico raises her glass for cheers. The guys stare at her strut out of the beach.

"Oh and Jean. Maybe go for someone within your age and close by. Lunch is on me, girls!" she adds without turning back. All of the girls cheer and begin following Rico out. Their significant others sigh. The girls forgot their things (minus their phones, of course), so they will have extra stuff to carry. They begin to disperse to the girls' things.

Annie, who is trailing behind, notices someone is missing from the group. She turns to Hanami, who is watching Jean (now back to normal) talk to Connie.

"Are you coming?"

Hanami snaps out of her daze and turns to Annie. "Uhhh yeah. I will be with you all in a second. Just let me pack up everyone’s stuff first?"

Annie narrows her eyes at Hanami suspiciously. Then, she glances over at Jean and immediately understands.

"Alright. You can help the guys out if you want. Just make sure to make it in time for lunch. If you need any help, talk to Armin."

Hanami smiles. "Alright, see you later." She watches Annie walk towards the others and informs them about what Hanami is doing. She then turns around and heads over to Jean, now alone but looking down, lost in thought. She sits down next to him on the sand.

"Are you here to tell me ‘I told you so’?" Jean asks without looking up at Hanami.

The girl laughs and waves a hand dismissively. "Hmm, I could, but I decided not to. I'm not that much of an asshole." She jokes and glances at Jean to see if he laughed. He did not.

Hanami sighs before grabbing Jean's shoulder and turning him to meet her stern brown eyes. "Look, I know that whole thing with Rico did not work out, but it's ok. You can still confess to Mikasa at the reception! I mean, she saw the whole show earlier, even if it was quite embarrassing."

She switches from being stern to gentle. "You're a great guy Jean. You may not realize it now, but many girls have turned their heads towards you since you arrived on the island. Maybe even consider going for someone else? Whether you end up with Mikasa, Rico (although that one was weird), or some random girl, they will be thrilled to be with you because it's you."

Hanami lets go of Jean, stands up, and dusts the sand off her legs. She smiles triumphantly and points to herself proudly with her thumb. "I can even help introduce you to some of the girls! Just don't forget to thank me at your wedding!" She jokes, and Jean chuckles.

"I know. Now you should head out. The other girls might be eating all the food, and I have to help the guys prepare the honeymoon boat."

Hanami laughs and stands up. "You're right. See you at the wedding!" She waves before jogging off to meet the girls. Luckily, Annie stayed behind for a bit to wait for her.

Jean watches as Hanami catches up to the girls and disappears out of sight. He sighs and runs his hands through his hair. Jean curses to himself. If only Hanami knew he actually had his eyes on her for over two months now. Sure he should have said something earlier to avoid this mess, but he backed out like a coward at the last second. If only Hanami was not dense and actually got the hints he gave her recently.

He sighs as he stands up to also get something to eat and prepare for the wedding. But, like Hanami said, he can always use the reception to confess.

---

Sasha navigates her way around the commotion earlier to find Niccolo, and spots him talking to Eren and Connie. She quickly walks to him and grabs his hand.

"I need to talk to you, but I need you to follow me first." She says urgently, dragging (more like running off) him somewhere where they can talk in private.

"What's wrong?" Niccolo asks out of concern. Sasha stops running when the couple are behind some trees and out of earshot of everyone else.

"I did something crazy, and I don't know what to do!!" She blurts out, and Niccolo chuckles affectionately.

"Sasha, no offense, you do some crazy stuff all the time." He smiles at her lovingly. It breaks Sasha's heart a bit to witness how that smile will go away in a few minutes. "You have to be more specific."

"All my dads are here for the wedding, and all three of them think they are giving me away!" she blurts out.

Niccolo's smile vanishes in an instant and is replaced with confusion. "All of your what?"

Sasha begins to tear up. She is finally starting to reveal her biggest secret from Niccolo. A man she tells everything to. What will he think? Betrayal? Hurt? Call off the wedding? She begins to panic, and her vision gets blurred by her tears at the thought of Niccolo leaving her.

"I read my mom's diaries, and I have three possible fathers."

Niccolo looks off into the sea and back at Sasha. He is expecting her to call it a joke and that she is teasing him, but she has the same panicking face.

"But how are they here now?"

"I invited him."

Niccolo's face falters, and Sasha begins to ramble.

"I thought I would know who my father was right away! But I didn't, and I-I have no idea! Mom is going to kill me, and they're gonna hate me and you-"

"Wait. Wait. Wait. Hold on." Niccolo interrupts her rambling. "You invited these guys, and you didn't tell me?" he looks at her with a mix of hurt, confusion, and a bit of anger on his face.

"No! I thought you would try to stop me!" Sasha confesses, but Niccolo is not having it.

"I know I messed up-"

"Sasha." Sasha can tell Niccolo's heart is breaking from all of this." Is this what this big white wedding is all about? You finding your dad?"

"No," Sasha's heart breaks as well, and she chokes back a sob. "No, of course not!"

"I wanted to take a small boat with some witnesses to the mainland, and you insisted on this ordeal so you can play house!" Niccolo begins to raise his voice.

"It's about me finding out who I am! I want to know who I am before I get married!" Sasha argues back.

Niccolo shakes his head in disapproval. "That does not come from finding your father. That comes from finding yourself."

"And the irony is," he begins softly and stares into Sasha's brown eyes. "I put everything on hold for you. Because I love you, and I wanted what you wanted, but now-" he looks away in disappointment.

"I don't know." he begins to walk away so he can clear his head.

Sasha looks down at the ground, tears beginning to drip down her face. "You don't know if you love me?" she whispers, but Niccolo stops walking and turns to her.

"Of course I love you! I just wish you had told me," he confesses, stating the obvious before leaving. Niccolo passes by Levi on the way out.

"Oi, is everything ok?" Levi asks. He recognizes Sasha's fiance from yesterday and, based on their reactions, they had an argument. Niccolo scoffs before leaving Sasha and Levi alone. Levi approaches Sasha.

"Sasha, what's wrong?" he asks with concern laced in his voice.

"Not now, Levi." Sasha attempts to go around Levi and follow Niccolo, but Levi grabs her shoulder to stop her.

"We need to talk right now." Levi pleads, and Sasha decides to walk away and head back to the hotel instead.

"How am I supposed to be giving you away if you're not happy?"

"I heard all of this from my mom, and I think she knows me better than you do!"

"Hey, I've seen the big white weddings before, and trust me, they do not always end in ‘happily ever after.’"

Sasha stops walking and turns around, clearly annoyed by Levi's persistence. "That is you! That is not me, ok?" she yells. "I love Niccolo more than anything, and I…ugh," she grunts in frustration before realizing something.

"Did you ever feel that way before you got married?"

Levi is surprised by Sasha's question. He contemplates how much he can answer without revealing too much to her.

"No," he says cryptically.

Sasha, not satisfied by Levi's answer, runs off, leaving Levi alone.

—-

Hange now finished decorating the hotel and is busy fixing the crack in her courtyard when Moblit takes the caulk gun off her hands.

"Here, let me finish this for you so you can get ready for the wedding."

Hange is taken aback and is about to respond, but Moblit stops her by placing a hand over her mouth.

"No buts. Just take a breather. Plus, Pieck is napping at the moment, so you can sit back and relax."

Hange takes Moblit's hand off her mouth and smiles. She counts herself lucky for having someone like Moblit there to look out for her. She holds her hands up in surrender but makes no effort to go inside.

"Ok, ok. I'll stop, but I will stay until Sasha shows up.

"Mom!" Sasha calls from behind her, coming in as if on cue. Moblit smiles at the timing. First Pieck and now Sasha? Who's next? Hange's mom?

"Hey!" Hange begins happily until she notices Sasha's face. Sasha's eyes are red from crying earlier, and she looks stressed out.

"Aren't you supposed to be getting ready? Where are your friends?" Hange asks, expecting Sasha's friends to help her prepare for the wedding.

"I want you to help me."

Hange looks at her questioningly, unsure of the sudden change of events. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Mom. I'm sure."

Hange giggles and grabs Sasha's hands excitedly before she could run off on her own. "Of course. I'll help you get ready."

Sasha quickly runs inside the hotel, dragging Hange along with her..

"Wait! We still have time!" Hange calls out. Suddenly, she realizes how, in 6 hours, Sasha will experience her next life milestone.

"We still have time." She whispers and smiles just as Sasha drags her up to Hange’s room.

Moblit smiles as he watches the family enter the hotel. In just 6 hours, he will witness the little girl -- who used to sneak away from him to eat her food stash -- get married.

---

"Ok, Sasha. You go take a shower while I prepare your dress, makeup, and accessories." Hange instructs her after the two make it to her bedroom. She turns to Sasha. "You have your razor, right?"

Sasha smiles and holds up said object. "Of course, I can't forget that."

Hange chuckles and gently pushes her daughter towards the bathroom. "Ok, ok. Now freshen up."

Sasha smiles before closing the door, leaving Hange alone to herself. Hange navigates herself around the room, grabbing everything she needs for the wedding. She opens Sasha's closet and grabs her wedding dress after collecting everything else. After gently setting the dress down, she stares at the subtle floral design on the fabric, then breaks into a fond smile at the thought of how much Sasha has grown.

---

It is a stormy night in Kalokairi. The rain pounds on the roof, the wind howls outside, and thunder booms over the horizon-- perfect conditions for Hange to sleep peacefully.

However, tonight is not that night when she hears her door open and close. Hange wakes up and grabs her glasses on her counter just as she hears some footsteps head towards her bed.

"Sasha?" Hange asks groggily, recognizing those footsteps, and turns on her lamp. The light illuminates her room and Sasha's figure. Sasha climbs up her bed while Hange puts on her glasses. She notices Sasha's frightened expression and her trembling.

"Hey, Sasha. What's wrong?" Another thunder boom flashes the sky, causing Sasha to scream and jump into Hange's chest. Hange raises her arms up in surprise before realizing why Sasha was here. She smiles and wraps her arms around her daughter.

"Are you scared of the thunder?" Hange asks softly and pets Sasha's head. Sasha briefly looks up, nods her head, and buries her face in Hange's chest.

"Shhhh." Hange soothes her and moves her body to rest her back on her pillow. She places Sasha to lay on top of her body and rest Sasha's head over her heart. "Everything is going to be ok. The lightning is not going to hurt you. I am here for you."

"I don't like the sounds," Sasha whimpers so quietly that Hange almost misses it.

"I understand. Did you know I used to be afraid of thunder too?"

Sasha quickly sits up and stares at Hange in surprise. "You did? Really? But you're not afraid of anything, Mom."

Hange chuckles and sits Sasha down so she can sit comfortably on her lap. "Of course. Everyone is afraid of something, myself included." Her smiles falter slightly as she thinks of one of her biggest fears, and she prays it never comes true in the future. Hange glances back at Sasha, remembering her purpose, and smiles.

"Do you want to hear a secret to how I got over my fear of thunder?"

She watches as Sasha's fear turns into awe. Sasha's eyes sparkle with excitement. "How?" She jumps on Hange's lap excitedly.

Hange laughs and laces her hand on Sasha's shoulder to stop her. "First, you need to stop bouncing so you can listen and not hurt your mom."

Sasha stops, and her face falls sullenly. "I'm sorry, Mom."

"It's alright." Hange smiles fondly. "Now, are you ready to hear my secret?"

"Yes!"

Hange smiles and picks Sasha up. She lays her down on one side of the bed while Hange gets comfortable on her side. "I used to read stories about wild adventures and fairy tales."

"Woooow!" Sasha says in awe, and Hange chuckles at how cute she looks.

"I know, right, but since I don't have the books with me now, I will tell you the stories instead, so get comfortable, my dear." Sasha nods excitedly and buries herself under the comforter, leaving her head and fingers sticking out.

"Once upon a time, there was a young princess who loved to eat everything…."

"The prince broke the princess's curse, and the princess ate the multiple dishes the prince made for her." Hange glances down at Sasha's sleeping face, the storm now much calmer than before. She smiles before taking off her glasses and turning off the lamp.

"And they lived happily ever after." Hange move's Sasha's bangs aside and kisses her forehead.

"Sweet dreams, my princess." She wraps one arm around Sasha's body and closes her eyes, drifting off into dreamland.

---

"Mom! I need help!" Hange stops reminiscing and runs to the bathroom.

"What's wrong?" she asks and looks down at Sasha. Sasha sits on the edge of the bathtub, her body wrapped in towels, holding her razor, and a trail of blood runs down her right leg. Hange's panic turns into slight humor. She chuckles and moves a small stool near Sasha.

"Let me get the first aid kit. You can prop your leg up here for me." She points to a nearby stool, and rummages in the cabinets to find the kit. Hange kneels down on the floor next to the tub to treat Sasha's leg.

"This brings me back to the good old days when I had to treat every cut you had." Hange chuckles and cleans the cut. Sasha winces a bit from the pain.

"And then you would threaten the kids who accidentally pushed me." Sasha laughs, thinking back to her days in grade school. "Most of the time, I would push them back."

Hange smiles as she applies a bandaid on the now clean wound. She kisses the band-aid for extra healing and smirks up at Sasha. "Oh, I used to threaten other people for more than just pushing you. Especially when you were a teenager."

Sasha's eyes perk up with interest and excitement. "Oh, you have to tell me, Mom!"

Hange laughs at her daughter's reaction. "I will. I will but first-" she grabs and extends a hand out so Sasha can stand up. She begins to drag her out so she can get ready.

'You need to dry up and get ready."

---

"I am done with boys! I'm choosing to stay single forever!" Sasha yells and slams the door with a loud bang. Hange and Moblit watch as Sasha angrily stomps up the stairs. They glance at each other from their seats and nod in understanding.

"I got this." Hange excuses herself and makes her way up to Sasha's room. She stops when she is in front of the bedroom door.

"Sasha?" She knocks three times and presses her ear against the door. There is no answer except for muffled sobs. "I'm coming in."

Hange enters the room to find Sasha's room a mess. There were clothes thrown everywhere, and some furniture was knocked to the side. Her eyes gaze over to Sasha's bed to find her daughter face down on the bed sobbing into her pillow. Sadly, she smiles, understanding what Sasha is going through, before closing the door and walking over to the bed.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Hange asks as she sits down next to her daughter. She rubs her back in a comforting manner.

Sasha picks up her head. "I detest men. They are nothing but heartless beings who are nothing but trash that walk the Earth," she mutters angrily before planting her face back down on her pillow.

"But what about Moblit?" Hange inquires. "He does not seem like a heartless being to me."

Sasha picks up her head again. "Except for Moblit. He's cool." Sasha's head makes a soft thump sound as she faceplants into the pillow.

Hange scoots over and picks up Sasha, placing both it and Sasha’s head on her lap. She begins to run her fingers through Sasha's hair to soothe her.

"Sasha, what's wrong? You were in a much happier mood this morning."

Sasha stays quiet before turning her head to the side to speak. "I saw Samuel cheating on me. Apparently, he has been seeing some other girl for over a month behind my back!"

She sniffles as more tears begin to run down her red face. Her heart breaks even further the more she thought about what happened.

"I thought that we were both happy, but I guess not! He broke up with me when is the one who cheated! I don't even know what I did wrong." She sobs and hides her face in her pillow again.

Hange clenches her free hand out of anger. How dare someone cheat on her precious girl? Sasha is nothing but the ideal girlfriend, actually scratch that, perfect WIFE! Ohh, Samuel better watch his back!

"Sasha, you did nothing wrong. If anything, it's Samuel's loss, so don't put yourself down over this. Also, not all guys are like him. One day, you will find a guy who will treat and respect you like a queen. He might be able to cook you all the food you wish for!"

Sasha turns his head to look at Hange. "Really?" she sniffles. Hange smiles and looks into Sasha's bloodshot eyes.

"Of course. There are guys as kind as Moblit and like who I mentioned. Your heartache now is leading you closer to your future husband. Until then, you have your friends and family who are here to support you."

"Did you experience this with dad?"

Hange flinches because of Sasha's question. She knows since she experienced heartbreak many years ago, but this is Sasha, and Sasha does not know her father's identity. She smiles sadly.

"Yes, I did but did you know what happened? Your Aunt Rico and Aunt Nanaba helped me get through it, and of course," she smirks and raises her hands in the air, hovering over Sasha's sides. Sasha's eyes widen with recognition. She darts her eyes to look for an escape route, only to find none.

"I had you!" she exclaims before pouncing and tickling Sasha's sides.

"Noo! Stop!" Sasha laughs and struggles to get Hange's hands off of her.

"Oh no, you don't," Hange laughs. "I have to tickle the sadness away from you."

"Nooo! Stop!" Sasha squeals. She tries to escape by kicking her legs and grabbing on her mom's arms to pry her off but to no avail. She is helpless against her mom.

Hange continues ticking Sasha until she gives in. "Ok, Ok! You win! My sadness is gone!"

Hange stops her tickling but keeps her hands hovering over Sasha just in case.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure.” Sasha laughs. “I feel much better now than before. Thank you, Mom."

Hange places her hands to her side and smiles. "Of course, Sasha. I'm here to be a shoulder to cry on." She sets Sasha's pillow back onto her bed and stands up from the bed. Sasha gets comfortable in bed.

"Now, I need to do some shopping, so I will let Moblit bring you a glass of water. You can take a nap for now, and I will make sure to buy a lot of meat for dinner later."

Sasha's eyes sparkle with happiness. "You promise?"

Hange, standing in the doorway, turns to Sasha and smiles. "I promise. Sleep tight now, ok?"

Sasha nods and closes her eyes, drifting off into peaceful slumber. Hange waits until Sasha begins snoring to make her move. Then, she quietly leaves the room and searches her surroundings.

It's quiet. A little too quiet.

She tiptoes down the stairs, eyeing everything around her to make sure no one is around. She eyes the bowl containing her car keys.

Jackpot! Hange smiles and inches closer. Her fingers are inches away from the keys when she is pulled away from none other than Moblit.

"Oh no, you don't," Moblit says. He drags Hange up the stairs and towards her room.

"Oh, come on! I was just going to go to the store, Moblit!" Hange whines, her legs, and arms hanging limply. There is no way to get away from Moblit when he is constantly looking out for you. It can be a blessing and a curse.

Moblit rolls his eyes, clearly not believing Hange's bullshit. "Sure you were. I know you well enough, Hange, that you would go to town and run over Sasha's ex. Don't ask me how I figured out what happened. I only knew about what happened based on her actions earlier."

Ah, so he knows.

"It was not going to be that bad. I was just going to make it look like an accident….." Hange grumbles like a child.

"HANGE!"

---

"I think pink really suits you, Sasha," Hange comments as she paints Sasha's toenails. The girls were sitting on a chair together (Sasha is on Hange's lap) while Hange paint's Sasha's nails for the wedding.

"I think it suits Historia more, but I'll take it." Sasha laughs, admiring the pale pink color on her fingers. "It's funny to think about because I was more of a tomboy growing up."

Hange laughs, remembering what Sasha was like a few years ago when it only seems like yesterday. "Yes, but then you started caring about your appearance more." She stops painting to point at Sasha's hair.

"Starting with your hair, for example. It used to be long and a bit messy, but now it's shorter, and you expose your face more. All because of- '' Hange reaches over to her vanity and grabs a polaroid Hange took of Sasha and Niccolo when he first visited the island.

"Niccolo."

Sasha grabs it off Hange's hands and stares at it. She smiles at the picture and the memories it holds just as Hange adds the final touches to her nails. Suddenly, Sasha remembers something Moblit had told her about that day.

"Speaking of.." She begins cautiously. "Moblit had mentioned something before about you threatening Niccolo?"

Hange sighs. What surprises Sasha is when Hange did not look angry but amused instead.

"Of course he did."

---

Sasha's friends were very confused by the recent turn of events. Sure their plan had worked, but now they stand around awkwardly, not knowing what to do. Luckily, Armin speaks up for the group to save everyone from embarrassment.

"I think we should go to the kitchen and leave these three-" he juts his thumb towards Sasha, Hange, and Niccolo, "some privacy."

A series of "right" and "yes" fills the room before everyone scurries away and into another room without looking back. Sasha's friends did not want to be in the same room as Hange. Especially Eren and Connie, after the whole vase incident.

"Call me if you need anything," Moblit whispers to Hange before following the crowd.

An awkward atmosphere fills up the room now that most of the people are gone.

"Sooooo," Hange begins and turns to Sasha. "Who's he? It seems you two are familiar with each other." She turns to study Niccolo. Niccolo freezes up, internally praying Hange does not try to sell him hotel rooms again.

Sasha laughs nervously before replying, afraid of what her mother's reaction might be to the big reveal.

"Mom." She starts slowly and grabs Niccolo's hand. "This is my friend, Niccolo." She looks up at him and grins happily.

Hange's eyes widen with shock, and she looks between the two. "Friend? Well, that's new." She then turns to Niccolo again.

"Nice to meet you, Niccolo. How did you meet my daughter?" Hange internally is both shocked and panicked. Sasha's last relationship did not end well, but Nicolo seems like a trustworthy guy so far. Maybe Hange won't have to "accidentally" run him over with her Jeep after all?

Niccolo swallows his nervousness away. He is scared of messing up when he has Hange's gaze watching his every move.

"We met many summers ago when Sasha went to Italy. She ate at my restaurant and loved the lobster I cooked."

Hange raises an eyebrow. "So you're a chef?"

Niccolo nods, some beads of sweat run down his face while Sasha smiles at their progress.

"Do you love his cooking?" Hange asks Sasha, and she nods her head excitedly.

"I absolutely love it, Mom! You should try some of his food later today so you can see for yourself."

Hange smiles pleasantly, an idea already forming I'm her head. "You're right, Sasha!" She turns to her with excitement. "Why don't you get the others to help you set up dinner, and Niccolo can cook? I want to talk to him for a bit."

"What a great idea! I'll get started right away!" Sasha beams and lets go of Niccolo. Niccolo silently pleads for her to return only to watch Sasha running towards the kitchen, leaving Hange and Niccolo alone.

Hange's saccharine smile suddenly turns threatening.

"What are your actual intentions of being here on this island?" She asks, glaring at the poor boy.

"S-Sasha's friends set this up. It is supposed to be her graduation gift from then. I have no bad intentions with your daughter. I swear my life on it. We have been friends for a few months!" Niccolo stutters while waving his hands in the air to show his innocence.

Hange stares at him long and hard. He seems to check most of Sasha's boxes of her ideal guy. He has no bad intentions and did not come here to do anything inappropriate. He looks like a good boyfriend who Hange will approve for now.

She needs to tell Rico and Nanaba the news later tonight.

Hange smiles very widely, scaring Niccolo with how quickly she can change her mood.

"Alright. I approve of you for now. But…"

She goes back to her threatening face and grabs Niccolo's shirt collar, bringing him at eye level with Hange.

"If you even think about hurting my daughter, I will not hesitate to run you over and cut off your ba-"

"That's enough, Hange!" Moblit appears out of nowhere and grabs Hange by the back of her shirt. She lets go of Niccolo, causing him to stumble a bit.

"Oh, come on, Moblit! I was getting to the good part!" Hange complains as Moblit drags her up the stairs and away from Niccolo. Niccolo watches in shock and confusion.

What the heck just happened? He thought.

"It won't be as bad if I make it look like an accident! I was not going to actually harm him right now!" Hange continues to complain despite being dragged against her will. She just wants to show Niccolo she is not one to be messed with. No harm in that,

"HANGE!"

—-

Sasha stares at her reflection in the mirror. She is now all dressed up with light makeup and her hair is down but curled. All she needs to do now is finish some last-minute touches on her dress and put on her shoes. Sasha watches her mom run around, fixing every imperfection she can find.

Meanwhile, in Hange's mind, she is getting a bit anxious. This is a big day for Sasha, and she wants it to be perfect.

"Do you think I'm letting you down?" Sasha asks suddenly, causing Hange to stop fluffing her dress.

She looks at both of their reflections in the mirror before going back to her fluffing. "Why would you think that, Sasha?"

Sasha turns around and looks up at Hange in shame. "Because of all that you have done. I mean, the Survey Corps, raising a kid, and running a business practically all on your own."

Hange's eyes widen. "Well, I had no choice." She confesses. "It's not like I could go home."

Sasha looks at her mom in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Hange sighs before revealing one of her secrets. "When I got pregnant, my mother told me to not bother coming back."

Sasha frowns. Hange smiles and grabs Sasha's hands. "But I wouldn't have it any other way. Look at all we had." she chuckles.

Sasha smiles at the thought and looks at her mother now with hopeful eyes. Her mom has been present to most of her firsts. First walk, first words, first birthday, first day at school. Her mom has done so much for her and now Sasha knew what to do. It is time for Hange to experience another one of her firsts.

"Will you give me away?"

Hange gasps, some tears forming in her eyes when she realizes something. It has been here all this time who saw all of Sasha's milestones. From her first words to her first heartbreak and her engagement. It would make sense for Hange to witness yet another critical milestone. Screw the fact that Sasha's dads are here because she has Sasha, and that's all that matters.

Hange nods excitedly and wipes away her tears. "Of course."

---

Hange, along with Sasha's bridal party (who would not stop complimenting how beautiful Sasha looks), escorts Sasha towards the crowd of townspeople now that everyone is ready for the wedding. They meet her halfway and help Sasha sit on the donkey to bring her to the church uphill.

Hange stops momentarily and watches as Sasha and her entourage heads to the church with tears in her eyes. She could not be any prouder of her daughter taking a big step in her life.

For a brief second, Sasha turns around and smiles happily at her mother. Hange, at that moment, did not see the daughter she knew about getting married. She saw the young child version daughter grinning from ear to ear at her instead. Hange waves her hand forward to signal to Sasha to let her stay behind for a bit. Her eyes water at the thought of Sasha growing up right in front of her eyes.

Hange hastily wipes the tears from her eyes and begins making her way to the church as well. She almost makes it to the base of the steps when Levi suddenly appears in front of her. She freezes as one of her worst nightmares is finally coming true. Hange has avoided every confrontation with Levi since yesterday. She typically manages to get away from him because she has someone there to step in and allow Hange to run away.

This time, it's different. Hange is alone. Just her and Levi. She has no choice but to swallow her pride and face him.

Levi quickly places an arm out to stop Hange. His hand lightly rests above her heart, and she knows he can feel how fast it is beating. He is very familiar with it, after all.

"Hange, we need to talk."

You thought you hated interruptions? What about cliffhangers?!

I hope someone shedded a tear after this lol

Can you tell that Moblit is done with Hange's bs?

Don't forget to like or comment if you enjoyed it! See you at the next chapter!!!

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cucumbers-and-olives · 4 years

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The Winner Takes It All

Summary: Cast as Donna and Sam in their school’s production of Mamma Mia, the two rehearse “The Winner Takes It All” for the first time. But some added drama before the show makes their performance much more real.

Category: angst, high school au

Fandom: JATP

Paring: Reggie x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings/Includes: cheating, but “only” kissing

A/N: Ahhh i’m posting this an hour late i’m sorry! this is my submission for @jatpsongficfeb, thank you @bright-molina and @dream-a-little-bigger-x for coming up with this amazing idea!

A/N pt 2: many of you will be begging for a part two (i know bc both my betas are) and it’s coming on saturday! time tba

Mandatory Thanking of the Betas: shout out to @wrhen and @funsizearsonist who are amazing betas as always!

Please don’t repost my work without my permission, in part or whole. My work can also be found on AO3 under the same username. Thank you!

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“Okay, let’s rehearse ‘The Winner Takes It All’, Reggie, Y/N, I want to see what you can do with this,” Ms.Davis said. The stagehands moved pieces of the set around, and the world was created. The stairs were on stage left, and there was a bench stage right.

You took a deep breath and you finally met the eyes of the boy you were about to sing to. Your roles had been perfect for you a week ago, but almost coincidentally, finding him kissing another girl made you fit the role even better.

The pain in your eyes was evident, and he knew that it would make this scene even better. Even though the cost was your relationship. It was his fault and he blamed himself. One stupid mistake.

“Alright, everyone ready?” There were various yes’s and yeah’s in response, and once again, Ms.Davis gave the two of you instructions. “Feel your characters. Reggie, when you are ready, I want you to start at the cue line. Be Sam, you got this.” She sat down and pulled out her notebook and you inwardly smiled.

There was a huge exhale in the theater. Everyone knew what had happened, and everyone was anxious to see how this scene went.

“Donna, c’mon, this is about us,” Reggie said, cueing you. There was something in his eyes, something that looked like regret, but you had to ignore that and focus.

“God Sam,” You ad-libbed before starting the song.

I don't wanna talk

About the things we've gone through

Though it's hurting me

Now it's history

I've played all my cards

And that's what you've done too

Nothing more to say

No more ace to play

As you acted, it slowly became less acting, and more real. He had hurt you, and there was nothing he could do to fix it.

The winner takes it all

The loser standing small

Beside the victory

That's [his] destiny

The pronoun change was obvious, and although you couldn’t see it, everyone began to whisper around the theater. You knew exactly what to do to hurt him and to get extra notes later from Ms.Davis.

I was in your arms

Thinking I belonged there

I figured it made sense

Building me a fence

Building me a home

Thinking I'd be strong there

But I was a fool

Playing by the rules

You threw all your pain and anger into the song, and he shrank into his shell. The song was softer, but your words were still daggers in his back. One after the other.

The gods may throw a dice

Their minds as cold as ice

And someone way down here

Loses someone dear

“Reggie? Do you want to go over lines? We’ve got half an hour till reh-,” Your word died out as you saw what he was doing. Or more specifically, who he was doing. “Sorry I can see you’re busy kissing someone else.” You said, stalking out of the room.

He chased after you into the hall. “Y/N! It’s not what it looks like, I promise!” All of the actors and crew in the hall quieted down as he spoke. “Please.” He begged.

You took a breath and turned to face him. “What the fuck Reg? ‘It’s not what it looks like?’” You mocked him. “How does you kissing someone else not look like exactly what it is?” He opened his mouth to speak but you stopped him. “I don’t know why I thought we could last.” You turned around and almost ran down the hall, but you had to keep your head high, so you walked, and you counted the classroom doors that you passed.

The winner takes it all

The loser has to fall

It's simple and it's plain

Why should I complain

But tell me does she kiss

Like I used to kiss you

Does it feel the same

When she calls your name

“Y/N, I’m sorry, tell me what I can do to fix this, please,” He begged, cornering you in the bathroom. You stared past him at the pink tiles.

“Get out,” You said quietly.

“Please,” He begged.

“This is the girl’s bathroom. I won’t ask again. Get. Out.” He sighed, defeated.

As soon as the door closed behind him, you collapsed. It was too much. Too much pain, too much anger, too much to all be bottled up inside. So, you let it out the only way you knew how, by crying. You sat on the cold tile floor for five minutes before you forced yourself to get up.

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you looked dead inside. But you cleaned yourself up, put a smile on your face, and walked out onto the stage. You couldn’t look at him, so you didn’t.

Somewhere deep inside

You must know I miss you

But what can I say

Rules must be obeyed

Rules. The pact you had made when you had started this relationship. There were only two. Be honest, and don’t cheat.

Well in high school, cheating was kissing someone else. Cheating was kissing your best friend.

The judges will decide

The likes of me abide

Spectators of the show

Always staying low

The game is on again

A lover or a friend

He acted his way through it, but that line hit both of you hard. If he had kissed another girl, someone who wasn’t your best friend, it might have been better.

A big thing or a small

The winner takes it all

I don't wanna talk

If it makes you feel sad

And I understand

You've come to shake my hand

“He’s a great guy. Don’t hurt him,” You could see your best friend lurking in the corner of your dressing room.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, it’s not like that.”

You turned around in your chair, and it squeaked a little. “Except, it is. I don’t care who kissed who, or who initiated it. I have a show to do, and I don’t need a friend or a boyfriend to do that.” You tried to walk out the door but they grabbed your arm, stopping you.

“Y/N/N,” They begged.

Your words were cold as you spoke. “Only my friends call me that. You are not my friend.”

I apologize

If it makes you feel bad

Seeing me so tense

No self-confidence

But you see

You ran up the stairs for the last line, looking down at Reggie, who stared out into the audience.

The winner takes it all...

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sirtommyholland · 4 years

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lip sync battle || tom holland x female reader

A/N: I didn’t write Tom’s performance in this, so whether he performs Umbrella or something else is entirely left to your imagination. I just thought it would be impossible to win against Umbrella :D

Also this has references to Mamma Mia, but no spoilers I think. It just mentions the Dancing Queen scene, a lot. (I don’t own the GIFs btw.)

Summary: Reader goes up against Tom Holland in Lip Sync Battle performing Dancing Queen by Abba (Mamma Mia movie version). Zendaya is here with her too because she is awesome.

Word Count: 967 (I have been writing for hours how is it barely 1k?!)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Y6_GDiRPcE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QRoWiTcO7dk the performance is a mash up of these videos basically.

You were in the dressing room getting ready for your second performance in the Lip Sync Battle. Both you and Tom had been practising for a long time for your respective shows, and it was really hard arranging everything and trying to hide it from the other at the same time.

Tom had a dancing career under his belt, and was probably going to use it to his full advantage, so you decided to bring in one of his closest friends to even the odds and make the victory even sweeter.

So you called Zendaya and asked her if she wanted to help you defeat (and humiliate) Tom on TV, and she immediately said yes. She also brought in one of their close friends as well, Deja Carter. Maybe it was an unfair advantage, bringing another celebrity with you, but well, Channing Tatum brought in Beyoncé, so you figured all was fair in love and war.

You were dressed in the costumes Donna and the Dynamos wore in the movie, they were a bit hard to dance in, but they were definetely flashier than the overalls Donna wore in the actual scene. Zendaya was your Tanya and Deja was Rosie, you all had your wigs and make up on, ready to go on to stage when they called for you. You were taking selfies and silly videos to share later when the show was aired.

“Man I’m so excited for this.” you said, as you checked yourself in the mirror for one last time. You adjusted the feather boa around your shoulders, you were gonna give it to Tom in the middle of the dance. “I can’t wait to see the look on Tommy’s face.”

“We’re so gonna win this.” Deja said. “Look at us, he doesn’t stand a chance.”

“I can’t wait to see him cry and run off into Harrison’s arms when he loses.” Zendaya said, making you and Deja laugh.

Just then, one of the assistants came into the room. “We’re ready for you.” she said, and you all got up to follow her to the stage door.

There was a black curtain on the stage, hiding you from the audience until the music started (you asked for a rising platform to lift you to the stage but that was too much apparently). You got into position on the stage, Zendaya to your right and Deja to your left, waiting for your name to be announced to start.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Y/N L/N!!!!!”

And with that, the curtain rised and the music started. The audience went mad when they heard the song, and the cheers only got louder when they realized it was Zendaya beside you. You could hear Tom yelling “NOOO” in the background and howling with laughter but you kept your focus on the moves.

When the ‘anybody could be that guy’ part came on, you made your way to Tom as you were swaying with the music. You draped your feather boa around his shoulders, and you got really close to his face as you sang ‘that guy’. At this point, he was laughing so hard that you feared he was gonna fall of his chair any second.

You made your way back to the girls as lots of back up dancers came on to the stage, and you started the dance routine at the docks. This part was the hardest to do in those tight costumes, but it was a must-have because it was such an iconic scene. You did the dance in perfect harmony, and you had a lot of fun playing the air guitar and swinging your hair around like Donna Sheridan.

And when the final part came up where Donna pushed her friends into the sea, you gave them a gentle shove from the stage, and stage hands who were standing ready in the crowd caught them immediately. You didn’t cannonball dive into the audience obviously, but instead you turned your back and opened your arms, and let yourself fall from the stage, stage hands catching you easily and carrying you over their heads.

The three of you were crowd surfing for a few moments, accompanied by the defeaning cheers of the audiance, and you were enjoying every second of it. Finally the stage hands gently put you back on the stage and you held hands with Zendaya and Deja as you gave a bow to the audience, all of you out of breath and laughing, and you hugged each other tightly immediately afterwards.

Just as you withdrew from the hug, Tom ran up to you and hugged you tightly.

“That was amazing, oh my god!” he was yelling in your ear and laughing at the same time. You hugged him tighter and buried your head into his shoulder as you kept on laughing, you were high on adrenaline and you just weren’t able to stop.

Tom broke apart from you as the host praised your performance and announced that Tom was going start his second performance in a few moments. Then there was a small break as the cameras stopped rolling.

Tom immediately pulled you into a kiss, seemingly forgetting about the audiance that were still there and could very well be recording this with their phones.

“That was amazing.” he said, looking at you with a wide smile, his forehead against yours. But then he pulled back and his happy smile turned into a teasing smirk. “I’d say you might even have a small chance of winning now.”

“Oh, we’ll see in a moment, Holland.” you smirked at him, and you made your way to the dressing rooms together with Zendaya and Deja, laughing and talking about your performance. To say the least, it was one of the best nights of your life.

Some end notes: for those of you who might be confused, Deja is a close friend of Zendaya, and I guess Tom as well. You may have seen this video of them dancing together.

And this was my first (posted) imagine ever, and English isn’t my first language, so if there are things to correct, tell me!

Stay safe, everyone!

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#tom holland #lip sync battle #tom holland x female reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland one shot #mamma mia #dancing queen

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lorilane33 · 5 years

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He’s Your Dancing Queen

Summary: Bucky is a man-child about indulging your want to watch Mamma Mia for the hundredth time, and when you come early a few days later you are met with something unexpected.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,589

Warnings: Bucky being a cheeky little shit. Mamma Mia obsession, fluff out the wazoo because that’s my jam. Hilarity.

A/N: This is my first every Bucky fic, and I’m super excited about it. Mamma Mia has recently become one of my favorite musical movies and ABBA has no shortage of amazing and inspirational songs :) This is the result of that. Please like and reblog, I live for that shit :)

Saturday evening arrives in the house you share with your boyfriend Bucky and he lets out a groan while his eyes roll to the back of his head; you’ve made your choice for what movie you want for movie night.

“Y/n, doll. I get that it’s your turn to pick the movie we watch, but Mamma Mia? AGAIN?” Bucky settles into the couch and his arm goes around you, his mind flashes back to the last time you watched Mamma Mia. “Didn’t we just watch it on Wednesday?”

“So?? Bucky, come on.” You stick your bottom lip out in a pout, knowing he can’t handle it when you ask so sweetly. “Pleeeease? I promise I won’t sing along too loudly this time.”

Bucky knows you are taking advantage of him but he can’t bring himself to tell you no, especially when it’s something that continually brings you this much joy. Letting out a defeated sigh he responds, “Fiiiine, we can watch it again.” When he hears you squeal in response he smiles and adds on, “It’s so not fair that you use that pout against me, Y/n. You know that look coming from you breaks my heart.”

You reach up and kiss Bucky’s cheek, the scratch of his beard against your lips a nice feeling. “You know you love me, no matter what. Now, stop being a punk if you want to keep cuddling with me.” A smirk gracing your features.

A few songs into the movie, you’ve completely forgotten the promise you made Bucky and are currently singing along (loudly) to Dancing Queen with Donna, Tonya, and Rosie, wishing you could run away to Greece with Bucky.

Suddenly you feel a heavy weight against you as Bucky sags into you and sighs with boredom. Trying to get him on board with the fun, you shove the air mic into Bucky’s face, and all you get is a grumble about how he’s heard this song a million times and he’s tired of it. Laughing, your whole body moves to the beat of the song and you serenade him through to the end of it.

“Finally, that stupid song is over. Can we watch something else now?” you hear Bucky mumble, adding on another dramatic sigh for effect.

Your eyebrows shoot up in response and you momentarily frown, the movie momentarily forgotten. “Excuse you, Bucky? It was my turn to pick!”

“I feel like I’m going to be singing these songs in my sleep because of how often we’ve watched this movie,” Bucky replies. He rolls his eyes. “And the last thing I want is to be singing ABBA songs when I’m trying to rest, doll.”

Rolling your eyes you turn your attention to the TV and realize you’ve almost missed the beginning of your favorite scene. “That’s great, hon. We can talk about it later, I promise. Now, please… shush.”

An overly dramatic and indignant look crosses Bucky’s face as he realizes you’re blowing him off and he tightens his arm around you, “Now who needs to be excused, little missy? You think you can just -”

Suddenly a pillow collides with his face and he is momentarily stunned. “I said SHUSH!” You yell all while your attention remains on the screen, where Sky and Sophie are singing their duet, Lay All Your Love On Me.

“Y/n, are you ignoring me for Sky??” Bucky whines, glancing back and forth between you and the movie. “Oh my god, you totally are!!” He exclaims as he shoves your shoulder.

Smiling you laugh at his need for attention. “And what if I am, Buck? He’s so beautiful! Just look at him!” you cry. “His voice isn’t bad either... So there’s that,” nonchalantly you shrug in amusement.

“How could you ignore me for him?” He reaches up and pokes you in the nose, and then he points to Sky onscreen as you turn to face him. “HE LOOKS LIKE HOWARD STARK, Y/N, IN CASE YOU DIDN’T NOTICE AND THAT’S WEIRD.”

At this, you burst out laughing. “Howard Stark?? Really, hon? He does NOT look like Howard! Now you’re just grasping at straws. NOW SHHHHHH!!” You add on as you turn your attention back to the TV, the chemistry between Sophie and Sky crackling on-screen.

Bucky keeps up his petulant attitude. “You’re right, he can’t be Howard because he’s half-naked and the ugly sod is bloody British,” he mockingly responds.

You pat Bucky’s knee in response to his obvious jealousy. “Awww, Sweetie. It’s okay to be jealous every once in a while,” you coo gently.

“Jealous?! Me?! JEALOUS OF THE HOWARD STARK WANNABE??? Please.” Bucky huffs as his eyes roll again. “How much of this movie do we have left anyway?”

Your grin grows wider as you break the news to him. “Bucky. Sweetheart. Babe. My love. We’re not even halfway through yet. You’ve seen this movie before, you should know!”

Bucky dramatically groans, adding another eye-roll in for effect, as he flops down to lay his head in your lap. His metal arm wraps around your waist as he mumbles into your leg, “Just wake me up when it’s over.”

You roll your eyes fondly at his antics knowing he wasn’t actually upset about any of it. “Fine, Buck. Go to sleep, you brat.” Your hand finds its way into his soft, short locks, and gives it a firm tug. He lets out a small squawk of surprise and glares at you before he closes with a victorious smile on his face.

Once the movie ends you shake Bucky to wake him up. “Hey. Wake up, it’s over.”

“Oh my god, finally!” Bucky mumbles through a yawn. “I was beginning to think it would never end. Did you finally get enough of your boy Sky and his stupid British nonsense??”

Giggling, you respond as you pinch him. “Maybe I haven’t, we should watch it again to make sure. You’re such a brat, you know that?”

He gasps. “NOOO!” batting your hand away, he continues. “Excuse you? Who are you calling a brat, punk?”

“Hey! I could have left you to sleep out here on the couch, ya know. But I didn’t, because I’m a loving girlfriend.”

“A loving girlfriend, huh? I wouldn’t have to sleep through half the movie if you didn’t make me watch Mamma Mia all the time, Y/n. So technically this is your fault.” He begrudgingly sits up, glaring at you for waking him up.

You smile and boop his nose. “How on Earth is this my fault, Buck?”

A look of mild annoyance lands on his face when he pulls away from your finger. “How is this your fault? Gee, I wonder how this could, in any way, be your fault?”

Pushing him off the couch, you smile and kiss his head as you walk past him, letting your fingers graze his bearded jaw. “Awww, Buck. You’re so cute when you’re jealous.”

Eyes widening as he realizes what you said, he calls out to your form retreating into the bedroom. “I am NOT jealous of not Howard, Y/n! We’ve discussed this!!”

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“Exactly, Stef! I don’t understand how she thinks she has the right to do that.” You continue your phone conversation while digging in your purse for your keys as you walk up to the porch.

Listening to your friend’s reply, you walk up the front steps and successfully pull your keys from your purse. Suddenly you hear muffled voices, and it sounds like it’s coming from inside.

“Hey, Stef, I’m gonna have to call you back. Yeah, I’ll talk to you later. Bye.” You end the call and dump the phone into your purse as you go to unlock the door. “Buck?”

Once you open the door the mystery of the blaring noise is solved as you hear the opening chords of Sky and Sophie’s duet coming from the living room, then Sky’s voice is heard too. But this time there’s another voice. “Um, Bucky?” You call out, hoping to figure out where he’d disappeared to.

You place your keys in the dish by the front door, confusion settling in. However, the mystery of the missing boyfriend, too, is solved momentarily as seconds later you turn the corner into the living room only to see Bucky, who apparently has no idea you’re home.

The man who complained about watching Mamma Mia only days previously is now singing along with the movie, giving it all he’s got, clad in nothing but his boxer briefs. Your mouth drops open at the sight before you as he whips his shorter locks to the song. Bucky’s hand that isn’t using the remote as an air mic glides down his body as he does a few body rolls, then his hips start swinging in time to the beat as he runs his free hand through his hair, making it stick up even more than it already was.

You continue to stare, absolutely gobsmacked, as your boyfriend starts moving along with the words even more as the second verse builds to the chorus:

“It was like shooting a sitting duck,

A little small talk, a smile and baby I was stuck.

I still don't know what you've done with me,

A grown-up woman should never fall so easily.

I feel a kind of fear

When I don't have you near,

Unsatisfied, I skip my pride

I beg you, dear,”

Bucky finishes an attempt at an elaborate spin move as he sings the last line, and you finally snap out of your trance and begin laughing.

His eyes fly open as he hears you, not expecting you to be home so soon. “Y/N?!? OH MY GOD, I THOUGHT YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO BE HOME UNTIL SEVEN!?!” Bucky frantically tries to find the remote on the coffee table for a few seconds, only to make you slouch against the wall in laughter as he realizes he’s been using it as a mic.

Suddenly your laughter is the only sound now as the TV goes silent when Bucky pauses it. He crosses his arms, drawing your attention to his chest, which is heaving with his heavy breathing and covered in a light sheen of sweat.

Pulling yourself back up to a standing position, you wipe the tears that have been streaming down your face as you try to compose yourself. Giggling, you reply, “Yeah, Buck, I wasn’t. But if you had looked at your phone at all over the last hour you’d have seen my text that said I was coming home early. And lemme tell you, I’ve never been so glad to have you not read my text in our entire relationship.”

You let your eyes now wander appreciatively over your mostly naked boyfriend, taking in the Greek god that is James Barnes, and when your eyes get back up to his face you see him scoff at you. “Hey! Quit ogling the merchandise. Geez, doll, I feel so objectified right now.”

Smirking at him, you roll your eyes at his antics. “But what if your merchandise is really, really nice to look at?” You pause. “Speaking of merchandise, Buck. Umm. I’m assuming you know you’re running around in your underwear? Where are your clothes?”

Without missing a beat Bucky says, “Pfft. Duh, Y/n! Of course, I know I’m in my underwear. It’s the best state to be in. And for my clothes, they’re In the dresser, where they’re supposed to be? Well. My sweats are probably on the floor, but whatever.” He shrugs like that’s the most logical place for his pants to be.

Unable to keep a straight face, you break down into giggles. “So you’ve just been wandering around in your briefs since I left this morning?”

Dropping the remote onto the couch cushion, Bucky walks over to you, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Yeah, pretty much. Got a problem with that?”

With Bucky suddenly in front of you, blue eyes staring at you so intensely, your response is much breathier than you anticipated. “Nope. Not a single problem, Buck. But, baby.” Breathing deeply and arching your eyebrow at him you continue. “Last time I checked, you thought Sky was a Howard Stark wannabe and made fun of the fact that he’s British. What’s up with that?”

Bucky shrugs in defeat, chuckling as he responds. “What can I say? It’s really not my fault ABBA has killer songs. And it’s also not my fault that the story they’ve used the songs to tell is a damn good one.” His hands come to rest on your hips, lightly rubbing his thumbs over your hipbones, his eyes bright. “And it’s still not my fault that my irresistible girlfriend makes me watch the movie all the damn time. I’ve had it memorized for three months, doll.”

Almost subconsciously your arms reach up to rest on his shoulders in response to his ministrations as he gently brushes his nose against yours. “But Y/n here’s the real question. It’s really important, so I need you to answer honestly. My performance. It blew a half-naked Sky out of the water, right? No contest?”

“Oh my god, Bucky!” You slap his chest, laughing. “We were having a moment and you were such a brat and ruined it!”

You lean your forehead against his shoulder in an attempt to gain some composure, but it fails because your head is bobbing along to Bucky’s laughter emanating from his chest. “Doll, it was an honest question. I just need your honest opinion, that I’m better than Sky.”

Pulling away from Bucky, you walk back toward the doorway where the two bags you brought home were strewn, forgotten, along with your purse. With an affectionate laugh, you look back at him. “Bucky Barnes, some days I haven’t the slightest idea what to do with you. You are such a man-child.”

Smiling, he rolls his eyes at your retort. You walk up to him, resting your free hand on his bicep as you go up on tiptoe to press a sweet kiss to his lips. His hands reach for your ass, but you swat his hand away and smirk. “Nope. Hands off, mister. I’ll never make it to the shower if I let you get your hands on me.” He chuckles.

You brush past him, pausing for a second. “And to answer your super important question? Hands down better than Sky, doll. You’re definitely my dancing queen.” Suddenly Bucky yelps in surprise as the crack of your hand firmly slapping his ass echoes in the room as you run to the bedroom.

“HEY! Get back here, you brat!” Bucky yells as he takes off after you, rubbing his ass the whole way.

A couple of hours later, after Bucky finishes showing you just how much he loves you, and after finally, finally finishing in the shower, music can once again be heard blaring from the TV. If anyone were to walk up to the door at this point in time they would hear voices muffled through the door just as you had earlier that day, not quite sure what it was they were hearing.

In the living room, though, unaware of anyone or anything outside yourselves, you find yourself in your underwear right beside Bucky in his, loudly singing and dancing along to Mamma Mia: Here We Go Again like there’s no tomorrow. Bucky may be a man child, but he’s your dancing queen, and you wouldn’t trade him for anybody else.

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kyloswarstars · 4 years

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ofstarsandvibranium · 5 years

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Good Business: Part 8

Fandom: Marvel (Mob AU)

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a ruthless mobster. He’s also referred to as Big Buck due to his towering strong frame as well as his round stomach. You’re the owner of a small diner, a place that Big Buck decides to visit. Based off this drabble.

A/N: used google translate for italian translations. if they’re wrong, feel free to dm me the correct translations!!

You weren’t going to let Bucky back into your heart so easily. You couldn’t. After the shit he pulled, you have to be careful. Because nothing is more painful than a broken heart.

So when he picked you up Saturday night, you weren’t particularly cold with him, but you weren’t warm with him either. You were...civil.

You slid into the passenger’s seat after he opened the door for you and he made his way to the driver’s side. During the drive, you made light conversation: how work was, did anything interesting happen, hear any reviews on the movie you two were going to see, etc.

When you arrived to the movie theater, you were a bit surprised to see that it was hustling and bustling with other movie goers. Noticing your surprised expression, Bucky shrugged, “I figured you wouldn’t appreciate watching a movie with just you and me. So I didn’t rent out the place this time.” And he’s right, you wouldn’t appreciate it at all. An empty theater with just you and him? Sounds more than a friend date to you.

Bucky paid for the tickets and you both walked to concessions. He ordered a large popcorn for the both of you as well as your favorite candy to eat at the movies. He pays, after you attempt to do so yourself, and then hands you your candy.

You give him a confused expression, "How did you know these are my favorites?"

Bucky shrugs with a small smirk on his face, "I have my ways."

Flashback

"Scott, I need your help." Scott hears when he goes out the back to take out the trash.

His eyes widen and he drops the trash, seeing Big Bucky waiting for him there, "I-I know I used to be an ex-con, but no money in the world is gonna make me go back to life. I've got a good life going on. I have an awesome job with a great boss. I don't need to be supervised to see my daughter anymore. So whatever place you want me to break into, I won't do it."

Bucky cocks a brow and scoffs, "You done?"

"Yeah. I think so."

"Good, and fortunately for you, I'm not asking you to do anything like that. I just need some information on Y/N."

Scott starts to feel uncomfortable again, "What-What kind of information?"

“Do I wanna know?” you ask apprehensively.

Bucky just shoves his hands in his pockets and answers, “I asked Scott, sweet cheeks.”

“Ask or threaten?” you narrow your eyes at him.

Bucky can’t help but chuckle, “Ask. I swear on my ma I didn’t hurt or threaten him. I just-I just wanted to know some things about you so that I don’t fuck up-sorry,” he says when a woman in front of him looks at him with scolding eyes, “-mess up tonight. Don’t wanna offend ya in any way, shape, or form.”

Your gaze seems to soften when he tells you this, “Thanks, Bucky. That’s very...considerate of you.” he gives you another shrug and proceeds to lead you to the theater where your showing was.

The seats you two picked were right in the middle, the same seats from the previous movie night. You just hoped that this would go a lot better.

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Throughout the movie, Bucky found himself paying more attention to you rather than the film. He kept glancing your way, whether you noticed or not, you didn’t show it. This is what he missed from the first movie night. He wasn’t able to enjoy your smile and laughter at any of the jokes said in the film. He missed your intrigued stare while you stuffed of your face with popcorn and candy. He missed your whispered commentary, and shared giggles, with the occasional shushes from the people around you.

This is what could have happened the first night that Bucky brought you to the movies, but he’s thankful he gets this with you now.

There’s a point during the movie where you get a bit chilly, your hands moving up and down your legs to warm you up a bit. Bucky proceeded to shrug off his jacket and place it on top of your lap. He receives a grateful grin and a whispered, “Thank you” from you. A big victory seen in his own personal book.

Then there’s the occasional times where you two grab for popcorn at the same time. Bucky’s always the first to pull away because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable and he hopes that the light from the movie screen isn’t bright enough to showcase his round blushing cheeks. He feels like a teenager on his first date. But no, it’s not a date. Not really. It’s a “friend date” as he’s specified, but dammit does he want this to be more. In due time, Barnes. In due time.

You walk out of the theater, discarding the empty bag of popcorn and candy container. Bucky’s jacket remains hanging off your shoulders as you’re spouting off your opinions of the movie. He can’t help but stare at you in awe, that is, until you call him out on his gaze.

“What’s with the look?” you ask curiously, a hint of a smile dancing on your lips.

“Nothin’. I’m just really glad you enjoyed the movie.”

You nodded, “Did you? Enjoy the movie, I mean?”

“Gonna be honest, I wasn’t paying much attention. Something more interesting caught my eye,” he says fondly.

You nervously clear your throat and look down at your feet, not wanting to let Bucky know that his words have affected you so much, “So, uh, I’m kinda sick of the popcorn and candy. Wanna get some pizza or something?”

“Sure,” Bucky mumbles and gestures for you to lead the way back to his car.

The drive to the pizzeria is silent, but not the comforting kind. Oh no, this was awkward silence. You both know you should say something, anything, but you don’t know what. Bucky’s mentally cursing himself because he probably made you uncomfortable with his comment while you’re scolding yourself for disregarding his comment.

Bucky takes you to a small, hole in the wall, pizza joint. It’s fairly empty on a Saturday night, which you’re a bit surprised about.

“This place is a hidden gem and have the best pizza I’ve ever had.”

You can’t help but snort, “All words, Big Buck. I’ll believe it when I taste it.”

A wide grin appears on his face when he swings the door open for you, “Prepare to eat your words, sweetcheeks!”

When he follows you in, you jump when you hear a loud yelp and a “Big Bucky!”

Bucky moves around you to wrap his arms around a small Italian woman, “Tina! Come sta la mia mamma preferita?”

Tina, reaches up and pinches Bucky’s round cheeks, “You’ve been learning Italian! Good!” she exclaims in her own Italian lilt. When she looks at you, awkwardly standing there in Bucky’s jacket, she immediately pushes Bucky to the side, “Chi è questa bella donna?”

He then moves to stand next to you, “Mama Tina, this is Y/N L/N, my g-my friend,” he inwardly winces at his minor slip up, “Y/N, this is Martina Russo, aka Mama Tina. Her family has owned this place for decades.”

You extend your hand out and Mama Tina, takes a hold of it, but then proceeds to pull you into a hug, “It’s nice to meet you, bella!”

“Oh yeah. She’s also a hugger,” Bucky adds with a giggle as Mama Tina lets go of you and then drags you to a table. He proceeds to sit down across from you, a proud grin on his face.

“The usual?” Mama Tina asks.

Bucky nods and takes her hand, kissing the back of it, “Grazie.”

She then pats Bucky’s cheek lovingly and then moves to the kitchen, her boisterous Italian accent yelling an order to her employees. Both of you chuckle.

“Well, she’s very charming.”

“I help her and her family out whenever they’re short on money. Stevie and I used to come here a lot when we were younger. Mama Tina always made sure to take care of us. She’s like a second mom to me.” Bucky’s voice is so soft and caring as he speaks, “There was this one time,” he stops to chuckle, “I came here with a date and it was terrible. She kept complaining about the place, about the food, about Mama. Before we left, Mama pulled me aside and told me to never bring a girl here again unless I know she’d like her.”

“And did you?”

“Not until now,” he says softly, blue eyes peering into yours with such meaning and compassion. It was like you were put under a spell. You couldn’t seem to look away from his gorgeous enchanting, ethereal blue-

“To set the mood!” Mama Tina announces as she places a candle on the table, lighting it with a lighter.

Bucky chuckles and shakes his head, “Mama, it’s okay. You don’t-”

“Hush. You take what I give you,” another pat to Bucky’s cheek and she’s gone again.

The moment is gone, but a light chatter fills the void. You ask Bucky more questions about his childhood. You realize that despite knowing him for some months, you still don’t truly know him. He talks about his family, being raised a tried and true Brooklyn boy, as well as many stories of the trouble that he was pulled into because of Steve.

“But Steve’s so nice and pure!” you exclaim, which earns a snort from Bucky.

“Sweet cheeks, Steve has been and always will be a punk.”

You opened your mouth to comment, but then Mama Tina placed down a ten sliced pizza with various types of meats and veggies, “The Big Bucky special!”

“You have a pizza named after you?” you asked incredulously.

“Yes, I do and it’s the best pizza here! Not that I’m biased or anything,” he says when he grabs a slice and placing it on his place. He then winks at Mama Tina, “Grazie, Mama!”

“Buon Appetito!” she heads behind the cashier counter, trying not to seem obvious that she’s watching you and Bucky.

Bucky watches as you lift up a piece and take a generous bite. You stare back at him as you chew, mulling over the taste, “Well?” he asks.

When you swallow, you shrug, “It’s alright,” you say nonchalantly, a hint of a smirk at the corner of your lips.

“How dare you!” Bucky yells playfully and throws a napkin at you.

You laugh, throwing it back at him, “Alright! Alright! I’m kidding! It’s delicious!”

Bucky looks over your shoulder and yells to Mama Tina, “She loves it, Mama!”

You giggle at Mama Tina’s little happy dance as you take another bite of the Big Bucky Special.

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edensbuttercups · 4 years

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Golden Lights Sequel - Part one

Pairing: Jaskier x reader Word count: 1.5k Set after Golden Lights, so here’s the link if you haven’t read it yet! x A/N: And here we go again! (Am I ever going to stop opening my author’s notes with this Mamma Mia reference? Who knows!) Finally ended up writing this after so many delays, but now that I’ve finally finished school (I’m no longer a student! I’m going to start working in September! Am I an adult now? Help!) I have more time on my hands to write and draw and all of that jazz, so hopefully I’ll be extra productive. Anyway, back to the chapter, this is more of a little filler between the last part and the next, since I didn’t just want to jump from baby Aurora to teenage Aurora. So, I hope you like it! Big hugs to everyone! (I’m feeling super full of love rn and I won’t hesitate to hug every single one of you) i feel like the ending isn’t perfect, but I really don’t know how to end it aaah

Life isn’t always made of big moments, but of small moments that feel big.

You were singing under your breath as you stirred a mixture in the bowl, ready to bake a delicious lemon pie to celebrate the summer solstice. You had planned a small gathering, inviting Geralt and Myristica over and, no matter if you saw them every couple of days, today felt different, magical, full of life and happiness. Jaskier had left early that morning, lute in hand, placing a kiss on your lips and twirling Aurora in his arms for a moment, promising to be back before Geralt and Myristica arrived. He had been asked to play for the opening of the day’s celebrations, and he didn’t hesitate to accept, gladly taking the job and practicing everyday alongside Aurora, a glow of confidence and proudness irradiating from him as she moved to the sound of his songs, babbling and laughing along. You spun around, placing the cake to bake and looking out in your garden, spotting your daughter as she studied a butterfly. You watched as she crawled closer, following the small creature with her eyes, before pulling herself up on her feet and taking a couple of uncertain steps before falling back to the floor. You smiled and hurried over, picking her up in your arms. “Good work, dear! Your first steps! Wait until we tell your dad about it, he’s going to be thrilled!” She cooed happily, struggling to get out of your arms the moment she saw Geralt and Myristica on their way over, followed by a very chatty Jaskier. She steadied herself, holding tight to your leg and waiting for them to get closer, before quickly placing one foot in front of the other and rushing over to them, falling down once more a few meters away. Everyone exclaimed, picking her up and showering her in praise, dancing around and singing, starting the day’s celebrations in the best possible way.

“Like this, Aurora.” he said, softly moving her fingers so that she could play the right chord. “There you go! Now strum and… yes! There you go! Perfect!” he shouted, enthusiastically lifting his hands up and beaming with proudness. “Da… da.” she sang, strumming along. You turned your head and faced Jaskier, both of your eyes wide. “Say... that again.” He asked, hopeful. “Dada!” She exclaimed, quickly strumming on the lute before putting her hands up in the air and placing them on Jaskier’s face. “Oh my. Oh my. I’m dada!” Jaskier turned to you, a few tears escaping from his eyes as he jumped up, enveloping you in a hug and spinning you around. “You are!” you hugged him, smiling, letting him go after a moment and kneeling down in front of your daughter. “Good job, Aurora! Now, he’s ‘dada’ and I’m…” you gestured vaguely at yourself, hoping she'd say the word you wanted to hear. “Dada!” “Yes, but I am…” you tried again, your hope slowly starting to slip away. “Dada!” She said again, jumping up into Jaskier’s arms and resting her head under his chin. And you really wanted to pretend to be annoyed, but seeing them together like that made it impossible, melting your expression into a smile as you walked towards them, joining the hug.

You stood up, hearing the heavy footsteps that characterized Geralt’s walking, making your way towards the entrance. “Geralt, Myristica!” you exclaimed walking over to them, quickly hugging them both. “How are you?” you asked, but they didn’t get the chance to answer as Aurora quickly bounced into the room, running into the Witcher’s arms. “Uncle Geralt!” she called out before jumping up and hugging him, sneakily placing a lily in his hair. “You look pretty now.” she confirmed, nodding enthusiastically. “She clearly has a favourite.” Myristica said, placing a hand on your girls back. “Oh, she loves you both. He simply has a cool armor and sword, and she’s been fascinated by that recently. She wants to be just like her uncle Geralt.” “She does?” he asked, turning his attention to you before looking into Aurora’s eyes for confirmation. “I do!” she said, nodding happily. “Will you teach me? I have a big stick in the garden, that’s my sword!” “Is that alright with you?” “Go ahead, Geralt. And have fun!” you shouted as Aurora dragged Geralt out of the door, ready for the fight. “And there you go. You now have a little Witcher-Bard daughter.” Myristica laughed, peering out of the window to look at the two fighters. You laughed and leaned out, studying Aurora’s fast movements and Geralt’s confused expression. He easily avoided every hit, but didn’t dare to attack back, afraid of hurting Aurora. “Come on, Geralt, show her what you’ve got!” you shouted, lifting your hands up to cheer him on. He stumbled back, his eyes shooting up to meet yours just as Aurora swung her stick down on his foot, making him fall. His eyes slipped from a scared look to a confident one, slipping away and waltzing behind her back, pushing her feet forward and catching her in his arms, gently resting her on the ground as his hands tickled her, a victorious grin painted on his face. You felt two hands slide around your waist, a soft kiss placed on your cheek. You smiled at your husband, nodding towards your daughter. “What’s going on here?” Jaskier asked, taking a few steps into the garden, hands lifted up in defence. “We’re fighting! Geralt’s the best at fighting.” “Oh, is he?” you couldn’t see his face from where you were standing, but you were sure there was a mischievous tainting his eyes. You watched as he offered a hand to Aurora, pulling her up into a hug and placing her down on a small log. “Geralt, care for a fight?” “What?” “Exactly what I said. Care for a fight?” he repeated, meeting the Witcher’s eyes and smiling maliciously. “Jaskier, I just don’t think that-” but he didn’t get to finish, a swift move making him fall yet again. “Hmm.” he grunted, looking up to the sky. “Had enough?” the bard laughed, smiling at Aurora before circling back around, meeting the Witcher’s amused glare. “You caught me off guard, Jaskier” “Shouldn’t a Witcher be always on guard?” He smiled, offering his hand to the Witcher and pulling him up. “Good point.” he laughed, lunging forward and taking the bard down, the two of them shuffling on the floor like kids, playfully fighting. “Come on Jaskier!” You cheered, jumping up and down with your daughter joining in soon after. You watched as the two shuffled around, your husband eventually lifting his arms up in victory while the Witcher laid on the ground, laughing happily. “Dada won!” Aurora cheered, running over into his arms. “He sure did,” said Geralt, taking the chance to wink at Myristica, making her laugh and wink back, “but I’m still the best with sword fighting. So, whenever you want to learn how to swing that sword, come to me.” “And if you want to learn how to fight one-on-one, come to me” Jaskier winked, pointing at his chest with a proud smile. “I’m going to be the best fighter!” she exclaimed, opening her arms to welcome Geralt in the hug. “Even better than me?” he dared ask, laughing as he joined the hug. “Even better than you. And I’m going to be the best at playing the lute too!” “Absolutely not. I’ll allow you to be as good as me, and that’s very generous of me, but better? No. After all, how can you be better than perfect, it just doesn’t make-” “Jaskier.” “Right.” he cleared his throat, opening his arms to welcome you and Myristica in the hug that they were sharing. “Are you two beautiful women going to join us?” You nodded, reaching for Myristica’s hand and dragging her along. You placed a light kiss on Jaskier’s lips when you reached him, your foreheads resting together for a moment before you both came back to reality, letting go and moving inside, leaving Aurora to practice her sword fighting skills with Myristica and Geralt. “I didn’t know you could fight.” you smiled, pushing his shoulder lightly. “I’m not only good at playing the lute, darling.” “Hmm. And where did you learn to fight so well?” “I know how to say stupid things at the right time, and then I know how to get my way out of stupid situations. Also, I’m a pretty good actor and, surprisingly, Geralt is too. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a pretty decent fighter, but I doubt I’d be actually able to take down a Witcher” he laughed, raising his hands in nonchalance, glancing outside to your daughter, smiling happily, winking at you before running back out, lifting his arms over his head and pretending to be a monster, running around and avoiding some attacks before theatrically falling on the ground, defeated.

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lokishornns · 5 years

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You know what would be cute? An overly affectionate drunk Loki.

Bar Hopping

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pairing: loki x reader (fem)

rating: pg13

word count: 1,820

warnings: alcohol, cursing, very very brief mention of assault (in a passing)

notes: i agree this is TOO CUTE

summary: Loki drinks and it is quickly learned he loses his filter to alcohol.

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Loud cheers erupt from the crowd surrounding you, suffocating any other sound that could possibly exist. You take a long sip from your water, glancing back to the stage where Tony belts out the lyrics to some ACDC song, the bar going absolutely insane. You catch a wink from Tony, rolling your eyes in response.

The Avengers, in all their post-Thanos excitement, decided it would be a fantastic idea to go bar hopping; thus, leaving you and Bucky – the designated drivers – to babysit a group of power-wielding beings that were far too drunk. This was your last destination before returning to the compound, so you mentally took note of all those that were present.

Sam had gone home with a girl at an earlier bar, Steve was currently nursing his Asgardian mead while flirting with a couple ladies, Stark was, well, being Stark, Natasha was on the dance floor, cheering Tony on. Barton had opted to stay home for this one along with Banner, leaving Thor and Loki currently engaging in a drinking competition.

“So, Doll, which girl you want to bet takes Steve home and shows him a good time?” Bucky practically yells into your ear and you drag your eyes back to Steve, now surrounded by three girls instead of two. You eye all of them, giving them a sweep of your eyes. You shake your head.

“None. He’s gonna make out with the one in the middle, but he’ll leave her high and dry,” you say, and Bucky lets out a low whistle. He holds out a hand.

“Fifty for the one on the left; you got yourself a deal,” Bucky says, humor interlaced with his words, his hand grasping tightly to yours for a shake. You smile, glancing back at the drinking competition with a wary expression. “So, what’s going on between you and Hot Topic over there?” Bucky raises an eyebrow and you have to swallow hard to keep from choking.

“I’m sorry, what?” you ask incredulously, your cheeks flushing a deep red. You’re grateful for the darkness of the bar or else you may be in for it.

“Don’t play dumb, you’ve been watching him all night. And day. And week. And mon-” You cut Bucky off with a laugh and a whack to the gut, shaking your head.

“Okay, okay, I get it.” You attempt to take a drink of your water to stall from this topic of conversation, but Bucky’s glare makes you reconsider. You sigh. “I don’t know. I think it’s one-sided. You can’t ever really tell with him. But he’s sweet and fun to be around. He always makes me laugh, and sometimes it seems like he goes out of his way to do it, but I could just be going insane.” You shake your head at the thought of Loki actually caring for you in a way that surpasses the ‘friend’ boundary. “So, what’s going on with your love life?”

“Oh, no, we are not changing this subject so fast. Why don’t you just ask him out?” Bucky asks, and your mouth seems to run dry, no true answer to his question. What do you tell him? How embarrassing it will be when the one person you seemed to have fallen in love with for two years doesn’t reciprocate? How you’ll have to see his face and instead of him rejecting you being a possibility, it is truth?

“I’m not sure,” you say, a small smile turning your lips up as your eyes trace back to the gods, surprised to find that Thor had tapped out, Loki looking around victoriously. His eyes find yours and he stops his searching, blinking harshly as if you were some sort of fairytale that he wished wouldn’t go away. “But seriously, how’s your love life?” you ask Bucky, your attention ripped from Loki. You watch as his eyes light up at the mention of his interests.

“There’s this girl down in statistics named Kendra, and she and I have been talking a bit,” Bucky says, and you sense a bit of shyness in his voice. “She’s just so sweet, and her smile lights up the room. I think I’m gonna ask her on Monday.” Bucky smiles and you let out a small squeak of excitement.

“Oh my god, that’s adora-”

A loud bang from the stage makes you whip your head away from your conversation, your jaw dropping open at the sight of Stark throwing the microphone towards Loki. You know you should probably stop whatever the hell is going to happen, but you’re frozen with shock and, bad enough, excitement. Bucky follows you, a wide grin forming over his lips. Loki stumbles a bit, sticking out his hands to balance himself and steady his steps. You stifle a laugh as he rises the microphone to his lips.

“So, this one’s for a lovely lady of mine,” Loki slurs, and you wish you could laugh at his state, but his words strike you in the heart. A small flicker of hope burns in your chest and for a moment, he catches your eyes with your own. “This is our song.”

Your eyes widen as the familiar tune plays over the loud speakers in the bar, a striking contrast to the ACDC songs that were just rumbling the entire room. You put a hand over your mouth, a laugh bubbling from your lips. This was your song. You had spent countless hours with him, tirelessly teaching him the lyrics as you danced around your room. Long story short, Loki was in love with Mamma Mia.

“I wasn’t jealous before we met,” Loki practically yells, and you smile widely. “Now every man I see is a potential threat.”

You chime in with the lyrics, throwing your head back to belt out the words to ‘Lay All Your Love On Me’, wishing in that moment that you could be drunk and careless.

“Don’t go wasting your emotion, lay all your love on me,” Loki shouts the lyrics, and you swear every girl in the room swoons as, for a split second, he sings right in-tune with the notes. You catch Bucky staring at you, a teasing smile playing on his lips. You scowl, swatting his shoulder. “Hey!” Loki’s voice hollers over the lyrics. “Barnes, keep away from my girl.” You swear your face may as well be glow-in-the-dark from the shade of red it’s reaching.

“You should probably go get him,” Bucky hums, nodding his head towards the extremely drunk that’s stumbling around the stage. You nod.

“Yeah, you’re right,” you respond weakly, setting down your water. You push through the tight and sweaty crowd, reaching the stage with a huff. Loki’s continuing to sing to the song once you ungracefully climb onto stage, carefully grabbing one of his hands. “Hey.”

“Oh, love, I thought I lost you there,” Loki says, a surprising amount of relief flooding his features. You give him a strange look before you carefully pry the microphone out of his grip, handing it back to the DJ with a tight smile. You grab Loki’s hand, carefully supporting the far too heavy god as he almost falls down the stairs.

You look around helplessly, a drunk god leaning against you as you shuffle away from the stage and back to Bucky. You send him a pleading look, wondering what to do with Loki. Bucky just smiles and nods towards the door.

“You take him, I got the others,” Bucky reassures you and you draw your brows together.

“You sure?” you ask, and he nods, telling you to go. You send him a quick thanks before lugging the dark-haired prince to the door. “You’re so heavy. What did they feed in Asgard?” you huff, pushing yourselves out into the cold, night air. You feel moonlight encase the both of you, a breath of fresh – or as fresh as you can get in New York – air.

“I’m not fat, I’m thicc.” Loki smirks as if he said something clever while you just snort, rolling your eyes in response.

“C’mon, let’s get you to the car.”

The ride back is silent for a while, Loki occasionally going to play with the stereo, resulting in you slapping his hand away. You end up rolling down the windows, letting some air filter into the car as Loki moves his hand in the wind.

“Did you know you’re breathtaking?” Loki’s question slices through the comfortable question and you sense his eyes trained on you. You flick your gaze to the god briefly before turning back to the road, a scoff emanating from your mouth.

“You’re drunk, Loki. And the God of Lies, need I remind you?” you tease, your heart thrumming against your chest. You focus your eyes on the road, not wanting to meet the god’s blue and striking irises.

“No, you stole my breath away with just your face. You spoke and I feel as if you stole my heart too,” Loki mumbles, somehow becoming a better poet in his drunken stupor than you at your peak. You force a laugh, shaking your head.

“No need to be nice,” you say, turning on your blinker to turn onto the compound’s long and winding driveway.

“Honest to the gods, I think I love you,” Loki says, and you freeze, almost losing control of the car as the words shock you. You slam on the breaks, pulling into the grass to stop. You turn your body to the very confused God, his eyes wide, a permanent smirk playing on his lips.

“You can’t say shit like that when you’re drunk,” you say between gritted teeth, your chest heaving. Loki seems surprised at your small outburst, his eyebrows pulled together, a frown flipping his lips. You narrow your gaze at him. “It gives people false hope, and they like to believe it and let themselves become that hope.”

Loki’s eyes flash and for a moment, he seems to regain his normal composure, a sense of sobriety washing over him at the seriousness of the situation. He looks at you, his hand reaching out to grab one of your own. You sense there’s still alcohol in his system, but you can tell he’s about to tell the truth about what he feels.

“I love you. I truly do. I am drunk, but mead seems to pull the truth from me. Believe me when I tell you my heart stops when I see you enter a room and my head spins when you laugh. You truly are the object of my love and I would do anything for you,” Loki says, his words occasionally mixed or slurred, but you don’t mind because by the end of it, you’re doing a really shitty job of hiding a smile. “I would kiss you, but that’s like reverse assault.”

You laugh at his own laugh, smiling as he does. Yeah, maybe he does love you.

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