As We Know It: A Sonny With a Chance Oneshot inspired by Knowing

I SWEAR I’M GOING TO UPDATE SOMETHING. But I had to write this because I was talking to Cayce (MyJonasSensesAreTingling3) while my brain was melting through my ears while I was watching Knowing. THAT MOVIE IS SO FREAKING SCARY. And good. but SCARY.

So enjoy this. I don’t own Sonny With a Chance, but I wish I wrote for that show. It’d be SICK.

As We Know It

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It was the end of the world as she knew it. But that was what she thought every time she saw Chad Dylan Cooper making his way over to where she sat. His eyes locked with hers and she immediately stared down at her tray of very unappetizing food. She couldn’t decide which she hated looking at more. Chad’s crooked smirk or the mystery meat the lunch lady had slung onto her plate. She decided the mystery meat would be the best thing to stare at. It didn’t make her heart feel like it was going to explode or make goosebumps appear on her skin.

“Hey, Sonny,” Chad said, the smirk still on his face as he pulled a chair from her table, turning the seat towards him and straddling it. Sonny swallowed and looked up at him. It was banter time, but she couldn’t think of anything to say.

“Chad,” she remarked, eyes narrowing. He tossed his hair and smirked again. She stared at the creases the smirk left on his face. When he got older those would be laugh lines. Sonny found that charming. She held back a dreamy sigh, keeping her eyes narrowed in his direction as she pulled out her cell phone, pretending to be preoccupied with the device when really she just needed some time to think of something clever. “What do you want, Chad?” She asked after a long moment.

“I was thinking,” Chad said, pausing to look at her before opening his mouth to continue-

“Chad Dylan Cooper thinks,” She said, her face displaying amusement, “and all this time I thought you-“

“Anyways,” Chad interrupted, Sonny smirked at him, “I watched this movie last night-“

“Chad, I don’t want to hear another story about how you starred in all those stupid movies when-“

“Would you just let me finish?” Chad barked, clearly annoyed with Sonny’s interruptions. Sonny tilted her head to the side on confusion.

“You’re really trying to be serious here, aren’t you, Chad?” She asked, a little shocked. Chad nodded, but otherwise ignored her question.

“I was watching this movie called Knowing…” he said, trailing off, Sonny watched him intently, eyes locking with his, “and I got to thinking about the end of the world.”

“Oh,” Sonny responded, waiting for him to continue. This conversation sounded really heavy. She wondered why he was having it with her.

“If you only had three hours to live,” Chad said, staring her directly in her eyes, “What would you do?” Sonny stared at him, suppressing the urge to let her jaw drop. She searched his eyes for any hint of a joke, but there was none.

“You serious?” She asked, wanting to be absolutely positive. He nodded. Sonny shook her head, “Tell me what you would do first.” He leaned back, dropping his hands to his side and he let loose an exasperated sigh.

“I asked first,” He said, crossing his arms.

“I asked second.”

“Why wont you just tell me?” He asked, leaning forward and resting his arms on the top of the chair, “are you afraid?” Sonny narrowed her eyes at him.

“I’m not afraid,” she said, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair.

“Really Sonny?” He asked, “Really?” She felt her heartbeat quicken. She loved it when he said that, she didn’t understand why.

“Really, Chad,” She responded.

“Then tell me,” he said, scooting his chair closer to hers. Probably for dramatic effect or to intimidate her, but all it was doing was making feelings she never knew she had-well, she knew she had them, but admitting those feelings to herself was a whole other story-rise up inside of her along with the familiar sensation of butterflies. She almost lost it when his bare arm brushed against hers. Why wasn’t he wearing a jacket today? Or at least a long sleeved shirt.

“You look different,” she said, trying to both change the subject and take her mind off of his close proximity. Chad would have none of it.

“Answer my question, Sonny,” he said.

“Why is it so important?” She asked.

“It just is,” he told her.

“Maybe I don’t have an answer,” she said, “maybe I don’t know.” Truth was she did know, but she didn’t want to admit it. Not to herself, not to Tawny-who seemed to believe it anyway-, not to her best friend, Lucy, and definitely not to Chad Dylan Cooper.

“Oh, you have an answer,” He responded smugly. Stupid smug.

“How do you know?” She asked, sticking her tongue out at him.

“Because I know you, Sonny,” He said. There he was locking his eyes with hers and giving her some intense stare. The whole room seemed to shift around them. It was like the air was being sucked out and everyone around them disappeared. Like they were the only two people in there.

“Is it just me or is there no oxygen in here?” Sonny asked, laughing nervously. Stupid brain. Chad tilted his head to the side and broke his gaze from hers.

“What?” He asked. The room rushed back and Sonny felt like she was going to be sick. This was the reason she didn’t ride roller coasters.

“What?” She asked, laughing nervously again and staring down at her cell phone, “I didn’t say anything.”

“You still haven’t answered my question.” They were back on that again? Sonny picked up her phone and checked the time. According to her phone, it was time to get the heck out of there before she made some sort of…confession.

“Would’ya look at the time?” She asked, standing up and grabbing her bag, “Time for me to go.” Chad stood up too.

“You don’t have anywhere else to be, Sonny,” he said just as she had started to walk away from him. She stopped, tensing at his voice. He was right. She wasn’t shooting today and rehearsal didn’t start for another few hours.

“And how would you know that, Chad,” She asked, turning around to face him once she had regained her composure. He held up his cell phone.

“Twitter,” he said, smirking at the phone. Sonny cursed under her breath and growled. Stupid addicting social network.

“Whatever,” Sonny said, “I’d tell all my friends and family I loved them. Happy?” Chad stared at her long and hard. There went the people around them again. She wished he’d stop doing that.

“Is that all?” He asked, obviously pushing for something more. What did he want her to say? What was he trying to get her to admit.

“That’s all,” she said, walking back towards him and poking a finger into his chest, trying to be brave even though on the inside she was fighting butterflies and goosebumps. “Now tell me what you would do.” He smirked down at her and for the first time she noticed just how close she had gotten. There went her breath.

“That’s easy,” he said, leaning down closer to her, his eyes dancing with amusement. She hoped she didn’t look too terrified. He reached up and grabbed her hand, placing it flat against his chest, right over his heart and he smiled at her. Not that smirking smile she was used to, but a true knee-weakening smile that only Chad Dylan Cooper could give. She shivered when he ran his fingers along her arm.

“Wh-what’s easy?” She asked, concentrating on breathing so she wouldn’t pass out. When did this moment get so intense?

“My answer,” he said, slinking one arm around her waist while cupping her face in the other. Sonny struggled to keep herself upright.

“What’s that?” She asked him, her voice coming out in a whisper as she stared at his lips. She wondered how many girl’s he’d done this kind of thing to before her. She tried not to think about it. Right now was her moment and she wa-wait…when did she even decide she wanted this? He moved closer to her, his lips almost touching hers. She could feel his breath and she swallowed hard.

“I’d…” he trailed off, a smirk playing on his lips, “tell you…” He trailed off again and she parted her lips.

“Uh huh?” She asked, her mind slowly shutting down with him standing so close to her.

“That you have,” he continued, staring down at her lips, “spinach in your teeth.” The moment came to a screeching halt and Sonny pulled away from him.

“What?” She asked, intelligence rushing back. Everyone in the lunch room looked both shocked and amused.

“Gotcha,” Chad said, winking at her and walking over to where his McKenzie Falls co-stars were sniggering. Sonny stood there for a few minutes, dumbfounded and completely embarrassed. And to think, she almost admitted that if she only had three hours to live, she would finally tell him how she really felt; his acting sucked.

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This seems really strange. This is like my first SWAC fanfiction, sorry that it totally fails. Haa. And the ending kinda sucks! D: Waaah. I’m sorry I didn’t do better!

R&R

Stow Away: A Black Widow/Pirates of the Caribbean crossover (probably)

TW/CW: Homophobia? I think? I only glanced at this. tbh i don’t even remember writing it. this is over 10 years old.

Stow Away

Summary: Natasha Saw the black pearl and was transfixed by it’s beauty. She boards the ship as a stow away and dresses as a man. ONESHOT Jack x OC

Disclaim: Don’t own POTC


The ship had called out to her. Its black sails seemed to put her in some type of a daze. Before she knew it, she was walking towards it and straight into the sea.

She had heard of the ship in stories once upon a time, but she had never dreamed that it would be real. The Black Pearl that was its name and it was her destiny

She could hear someone calling out to her as she braved the ocean, but she ignored it. Her target was the pearl, and the affections of a certain man aboard.

Someone was rushing up behind her. She felt strong arms grab her around her waist, but she struggled free of those arms and the long black dress that was full of white ruffles and weighed her down quite a bit.

She was so close now; all she had to do was sneak on board. She gripped a long rope in her small, but firm hands and held on as she felt the boat leave port.

Climbing up took every ounce of strength and skill that she had in her pathetic body. It also took stealth, because once she was on the deck she needed a certain attire to pass as a man as well as a pirate.

The clothing was easy to find within the captain’s chambers. She quickly pulled off her clothing and changed into man’s clothing. She used torn pieces of cloth to pull her long black hair back into a braid that she could tuck under the hat she wore on her head.

The finished product seemed convincing enough. So she left and sneaked back out onto the deck and watched the men run around and yell. Most of them were drunk, she could tell. She had been inside a few bars herself.

“Excuse me,” a drunken sounding voice asked from behind her, she turned around, “do I know you?” She froze. It was the captain. Who was she to think she could fool a man so wise.

“I am,” she said with a Russian accent, “Nata…sha?”

“Natasha?” the man asked, “I’ve never heard of a man named Natasha before…”

“Oh, that’s not my name, it’s my mother’s name,” her Russian accent was still strong with this sentence.

“Then what is your name?” Natasha froze again, thinking.

“Nata sir,” she said, trying to rid herself of her still very heavy Russian accent.

“Okay then,” the man said before holding out a bottle, “Rum?”

“No thanks,” she said. Jack looked at her skeptically.

“Are you sure you’re a pirate?” He asked.

“Uh,” Natasha Said, “Fine, give me the rum.” Jack held out the bottle and she took a swig. She had never been much of a drinker, but she guessed if she had to be to be a pirate…then so be it. Anything to stay on this ship.

She handed the bottle back to Jack with a sour look on her face. Drinking just wasn’t her thing. Jack took the bottle back eagerly before trotting off towards the other side of the ship. Natasha let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding and she began to cough. The rum had left a disgusting taste in her mouth.

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It had been two days since they left harbor and no one had seemed to notice any of her female qualities. Such as her lack of upper body strength, her lack of any strength whatsoever and that fact that she couldn’t wield a sword.

She guessed either this disguise was flawless or these pirates were complete idiots. She pleaded the latter.

Not many people on the ship spoke to her, she guessed it was because she was weak and it embarrassed them. Or worse, they could know she’s a girl, but Jack still spoke with her…so she guessed it didn’t matter.

It wasn’t until the third night, did the captain invite her into his quarters for something ‘special’ as he called it. The ‘special’ part kind of made her cringe. Either he was gay or her secret had been revealed. The thought of gay pirates made her sick. It was this whole, oh my gosh what they do at sea thing.

She lingered in front of the door for a few moments before knocking. She didn’t know why she knocked, but she didn’t want to walk in on anything weird. She cringed again at the thought of walking in on something as the door opened revealing Jack and a very…candle lit room.

‘Davy Jones…’ she thought ‘he IS gay.’

“Yeah,” Natasha said, “I’ll just leave now…” She turned around to go, but Jack grabbed her wrist. She cringed at his touch and her whole body began to shiver.

“Don’t leave,” he said, resting his chin on her shoulder. Her eye was beginning to twitch now.

“Listen,” she said, pushing him back and turning around, “I’m not who you think I am, I’m a—” Jack laughed as he cut her off, “A woman?” She bit her lip. He had known all along.

“Yeah,” she said, “a woman.”

“You need to work on your disguise love,” he said, pointing to her chest. Natasha rolled her eyes.

“You’re such a pig,” she said, slapping him before walking off. He smirked and rubbed his face.

She sat on the edge of the ship and stared down into the water. All men were pigs in this day in age, but she thought that maybe they would change aboard a ship. Who was she kidding? Men on ships were worse than men on land.

Jack watched her from behind. He was tempted to push her overboard, but he decided against it. She was pretty even if she was a stowaway and dressed as a man. But she was still a stowaway and he loved another woman…the same woman that loved his supposed ‘friend’. Who knows, maybe things would change. Oh, who was he kidding…she was only a stow away.