enjoy your flight

Some Things Change. (Theo Raeken Imagine)

This is part two of Why Do You Keep Apologizing!

Okay, this is really long… I’m so sorry!

Requests are Open! (Just bear with me)

I hope you enjoy! Happy Valentine’s Day!

Originally posted by unconditionalloveandunicornspawn

Originally posted by filia-de-saturna

Habits change. 

It was the small things you noticed about Theo. His constant day dreaming and fear stricken expression he wore every time he was brought out of his day dream. His constant bickering with Scott and Stiles in the hallways and in classes. His negativity was not a result of his overly sarcastic personality, but because of the darkness in his heart.

But nevertheless, Theo did find himself attached to you. Whether he’d agree to it or not. He was protective. He did not want the one good thing in his life to be taken away, too. He’d constantly look for you whenever you two were separated.

In History, the one class he had with Scott and Stiles but not with you, he and Scott smelt the smoke before the fire alarms even went off. He immediately shot up from his chair, knowing that the smoke burned your lungs almost as bad as cursing molted your wings, and ran to the door, but got called back by the teacher. “You have to stay with the class, Mr. Raeken.” Theo huffed and rolled his shoulders back. 

As the class evacuated, he attempted to catch your scent but couldn’t with the smoke polluting the air. Theo grabbed Scott’s shoulder, making the alpha and his best friend turn to glare at the chimera. “What, Theo?” Scott snapped. 

“Look, I don’t care if I hate you or if you hate me. But (Y/N). She… she can’t breath in the smoke. I can’t catch her scent. Please, Scott.” Theo practically begged. Although Stiles had said hell to the no, Scott agreed not wanting an innocent life to be lost.

The two snuck back into the school and attempted to search for you. Eventually they found you in the cafeteria, the source of the fire, he figured that you were helping the lunch ladies evacuate, forgetting that you would suffocate in the smoke. “God, you’re such an angel… It’s literally going to kill you, (Y/N).” Theo whispered as he scooped up your small body and brought you outside.

As he passed the two outside, he nodded and muttered a “thank you.” He figured that you, being supernatural, might not want to be sent to the hospital so instead he kept you hidden in his truck until you regained consciousness. He watched as you slept, your head slumped to the side, resting on the window. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. 

And that’s when he knew that there was a slight possibility that he might actually have fallen for an angel. 


People change. 

You have been driving on a long road to get to the this stop, but it was worth it. You found it hard to show Theo the “right path” for he was so consumed by the darkness of his past. But it wasn’t impossible to get him to face the right direction, towards the light.

“If you’re an angel, you’re going to help that kid if I trip him, right?” Theo pondered, nodding over to Mason and Corey, who were both walking your way.

You tilted your head and began to protest, “please, don’t-” but it was too late, Theo stuck his leg out, tripping Mason.

You sprung into action, reaching out and getting a grip on the teen before he could completely fall on the floor. “Thanks.” He muttered, dusting himself off before taking Mason’s hand and walking off.

“That was graceful.” Theo complimented, a smirk forming on his face.

“And that was rude. You should apologize.” You said, crossing your arms. The two of you stared at each other for a few moments, wordlessly fighting for dominance. You ultimately losing to his stubbornness.

But as weeks flew by, Theo showed less aggression and plain out rudeness.

The two of you were leaned up against the lockers. His words were no longer snarky and challenging. Instead he spoke as though the two of you have been friends for ages.

His arms were crossed as his left shoulder leaned into his locker, his eyebrows raising at something you said about your older sister loving a human.

“Is it bad for an angel to love a non-angel?” He inquired, genuinely curious, wanting to know if his bubbling feelings could ever be reciprocated.

You shrugged, feeling your wings rub against your denim jacket. “It’s not bad, exactly. More like frowned upon. We’d have to give up our wings to be with them. It’s seen as turning your back against your family and God.”

“Good thing I’m an atheist.” Theo joked. His foot was slightly out, causing Liam, who was rushing past to meet with Hayden, to trip over. But Theo acted quickly, reaching over and balancing the beta. “Sorry, man. Didn’t mean it. Honest.” You smiled at his improvement. Maybe you were rubbing off on him after all.

Theo’s fingers interlocked with yours, tugging you towards your next period. You knew it was a friendly gesture but you couldn’t help the heat rising to your face. “C’mon, (Y/N). Angels don’t skip class.” And then you felt your heart beat faster and the blush on your cheeks intensifying 


Feelings change. 

“My sister gave up her wings.” You informed Theo. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. You shared that your sister fell in love with a human but he never knew just how extreme she’d got be with him. 

He carried your books as the two of you walked side by side. To those passing by, you two looked more like a couple than an angel and her ward. “Would you ever do it?” He asked. You glanced over to him. “Give up your wings?” 

You shook your head. “Never. I love being an angel.” 

“Even if you truly loved a non-angel?” He questioned, his brows furrowing. 

“Angels aren’t selfish. We don’t give up our wings because of our own selfish interests. We shouldn’t want both.” You explained. 

“It’s okay to want something for yourself.” He muttered, feeling his heart break a bit as he shoved your books into your hands and walked off. You being left shaken and confused.

But he didn’t know that in your mind, you’ve considered it. You’ve considered the possibility of your wings leaving you, unburdening you. You’ve considered being with Theo, not because you have to but because you’d love to. In the months you’ve spent with each other, you knew one thing for certain. You love Theo Raeken.

You confided in your mother about your conflicted feelings. “I apologize if I disappoint you, mother. I just… I love him… I really do. And I know (Y/S/N) has disappointed you enough, but-”

“Beacon Hills has really taught my girls to bloom. You both found love here. I’d hate for our family and our values to get in the way of that. But (Y/N), love comes with a price. I think you know that. But when that love is as true as can be, a part of your past life as an angel shall remain with you.“ She smiled. You nodded. “So be free my little angel. Fly to where your heart leads you.” 

And that’s exactly what you did. 

“Theo!” You called out, knowing that he’d be in a clearing, past the bridge where they found his sister. You flied past the trees but not too high where you’d get caught. You enjoyed your last flight as an angel, but something told you it wasn’t your last. 

“What are you doing here?” He questioned, his guard up high like it once was. 

“I love you.” You confessed. “I love you, Theo Raeken.” 

“Finally…” Theo muttered as he pulled you close and into a kiss. “I love you, too…”

Some Things Change.” You sighed. “And whether it’s good or bad, I’ll accept change if it means I can be with you.” 

And then you felt your wings sink into your skin. It wasn’t painful, though it was a weird sensation. Your wings had engraved themselves as tattoos of angel wings, covering your shoulder blades and all of your back. You felt as if it wasn’t the last time you’d see those wings because although they were physically gone, you knew you would soar in the sky once more. You knew you didn’t completely give up being an angel just yet.

Originally posted by marvel-pandaz

(Oh and this is what I was attempting to describe but they aren’t the same wings.)

1 - CS Modern Day AU

The Reason - Rated M

The three of them share a laugh before they all look to Emma. She has yet to comment on the new addition because she isn’t sure what to say. She usually doesn’t like change, they have a good thing going there, just the four of them. Plus, they all know him and she doesn’t, but she trusts their judgement, and she’s sure any brother of Liam can’t be all that bad.

So, with a shrug and a smile she says, “Welcome to Storybrooke, Killian Jones.”


Here I go again! I hope you all enjoy it :) Double line breaks mean change of POV

Special thanks to @yeahiliketheredleatherjacket who helped me look less of an idiot. <3


Chapter One

Emma sits on her fire escape sipping on hot cocoa as she looks down at the street below. It’s just after ten in the morning and Storybrooke is awake while she’s still blinking the sleep from her eyes. It’s funny, she’s lived in Storybrooke for three years now and she’s still not use to how early the town wakes up, or maybe it’s just her.

When she was a young girl and moving from home to home, sleep was something that didn’t come easily; she always had to watch her back, so maybe she’s still making up for lost time.

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In-Flight Trance

(Induction warning)

Welcome to your in-flight trance. Your destination is so very far away, there will be no distractions. Position yourself comfortably with your seat in the upright position and fasten your seatbelts as we prepare to take your mind away as you sail through the clouds.

Breath in, find yourself becoming completely at ease. Perhaps remembering that there is nowhere you need to be, no one who can contact you so far from signal. You are in completely empty time with nothing to fill it but my voice and your comfortable journey.

How often do you get to experience that complete and whole sense of freedom, no bonds of worry or need, nothing tying you to deadlines or to expectation. The only thing you can expect is a safe and relaxing trance experience. Letting all noise fade away, perhaps spending a brief moment to notice the subtle movements of your chair, likening it to the swaying of a cradle. You are safe here and you have only my voice to guide you, so let go.

Just like that.

Realizing how normal it is to have headphones on, eyes closed, leaning into your seat, or pillow. How many others in the cabin look just like you right now, perhaps you are wondering if they are being guided by my voice too? But that’s not important right now.

All that is important is that you let yourself float in tranquility and comfort.

Have you ever listened to the tone of the fasten seatbelt sign? Such a gentle tone. Asking for you to buckle in safely, to let your body be held by the seat, asking only for your stillness and trust. It’s a calming sound. One which requests you be anchored.

Would you like to be anchored? Anchored to safety? To your seat? To this calming state of relaxation?  Wouldn’t it be nice to be on a plane and hear that tone and be able to sigh in relief that you are kept, held, protected and that you have no obligations tethering you to the world? That’s a nice thought, isn’t it?

Perhaps next time you are on a flight, wondering if any of those passengers are listening to guiding words in their headphones as they close their eyes, you may hear that tone and think of me, asking you to put your trust in bliss. Perhaps any negative thoughts or stress will melt away when you hear that tone asking you to sit back and enjoy your in-flight trance.

And if you have been listening really carefully and let yourself taste a sample of our delightful experience, you can chose to further deepen that enjoyment now, knowing when you are in need to return to the world you can do so easily, or you can just come back now feeling completely refreshed and alert.

Thank you for riding with Bliss Dreamways.

I love listening to files on the plane. I fly often for work and I fill my phone with Lady Ru’etha files to get me through. I admit I have a fantasy of sitting next to someone who either spends the flight drawing me down or they notice what I am doing and abuse my trancestate. Fortunately that is only a fantasy, I worry about the implications of whether that happened. But it really is the only place in life I can think of where I don’t have to worry if my phone goes, or if an emergency happens or if I will be late. There is nothing tying me to Earth up there and everyone else has their eyes closed and headphones on… it’s the perfect place to trance. (Well perfect for a person like me whose “trance” experience is listening to pre-recorded files, envy to those who have partners)

That little blurb was just me trying to share my truest place of comfort and safety, and hoping someone else out there has their perfect trance experience be a flight too.

Chris Evans Fic: Cabin in the Woods

Fluffiest of fluff for a Saturday!

This was originally a request from @alievans007 that’s been a very long time coming. Apologies for the wait but it’s taken me forever to envisage the perfect scenario. So, hope you enjoy!

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‘Babe, I know you’re super excited about this secret plan of yours but I don’t think security are going to let you take me on a plane blindfolded, somehow.’ You’d been beside yourself since you’d arrived home from work, only to be all but bundled into the car by your much bigger and much stronger boyfriend, assured that everything you needed was already packed. He’d insisted that you wear the blindfold but you quickly realised that it was more for show than for any practical reason.

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Air travel should be one of the most amazing achievements in human history. But now, jokes about airline human rights violations have replaced jokes about airline food, and that’s only the beginning. From underpaid TSA agents rolling their eyes at your every word to overbooked flights to the kind of minuscule leg room that forces your knees into your torso, flying is a hassle from start to finish.

Fortunately, there’s a whole world of consumer goods designed to make air travel feel slightly less heinous.

What could be more essential than a smartphone on a 14-hour transatlantic flight? A smartphone filled with hooch, that’s what. This i-facsimile can hold up to five shots of booze, so you can enjoy your flight with the utmost discretion. It also includes a collapsible shot glass, meaning making friends with the person next to you is going to get a whole lot easier. Get the iFlask for $21.95.

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Mile high: Jay Park x Reader

Title: Mile high
Genre: Smut
Warnings: General smut, kinda public sex.
Word count: 4,097 wow sorry its long.

A/N: First time writing Jay Park smut, an off handed request by @b-a-e-hyung hope you enjoy~

Summary: You work as an airhostess, and today you’re lucky enough to be looking after the 1st class passengers. But one of them seems to want more attention from you than the others.

“This flight is now boarding, first class passengers please make your way to the front desk.” You announced over the speakers, knowing full well that most of the first class passengers would be heading from the VIP departure lounge you knew to announce it early enough to still let the other passengers on in time. You had worked as a flight attendant for 6 months, the dream of travelling and meeting new people almost guaranteed, but it didn’t always work out like that. Especially when serving first class like you were today. It was mostly full of middle aged business men, none of them having time for the young girl serving them their warm towelettes and individually catered flight meals, but all them more than willing to call you ‘sweet cheeks’ whilst glancing at your ass as you walked away from them. But the promise of travel kept you in the job, and right now you were attending to a flight to South Korea from America, the diversity of the passengers intriguing you as you played your normal guessing game of wondering what kind of career they all had to spend so much money travelling the world. Bowing your head as the first class passengers began to line up they handed their passports to you for inspection, you glancing at their picture before confirming with their face that it was them. “Have a nice flight, sir. Enjoy your flight ma’am.” You found yourself repeating over and over, bowing politely before taking the next passport you opened it to the picture, your eyes glancing on the name as something clicked into your brain. “Park Jaebeom.” You muttered under your breath, scanning the picture you noticed the string of tattoos on the photograph which prompted you to immediately look up to the man himself. “Jay Park.” You seemed almost shocked, but there he stood; a half smirk on his face as he hung his head back slightly at your bemusement.  “That’s me.” He grinned smugly, slowly reaching back out to you he peeled the passport from your fingers, tracing over your fingertips ever so tantalizingly as his eyes never left yours. It sent a mad chill through your spine as your breath hitched in your throat, you were the best example of star shocked that a person could be, and yet Jay acted as if it was nothing. “Have a nice flight.” You finally spoke, the words trailing lazily from your mouth which caused a low growl of a laugh to escape his throat. “I plan to.” He replied, giving you a click of his tongue before walking past you and towards the gate, your eyes following him until he was almost out of sight.

It took you the rest of the boarding time to calm down, still feeling the slight touch of his hand against yours lingering on you, even the thought of it caused a sudden shiver to hit you and a slight shade of red to grace your cheeks. You were acting like a fangirl but all of that needed to exit your head as you boarded the plane itself in order to continue with your next task; attending to the passengers on the flight. “Y/N!” A colleague called; turning your attention to them they seemed concerned or worried. “You’ve been requested in first class, you have to swap with Anna.” You were puzzled. “Requested?” You confirmed, they nodded as they began to usher you through the doors towards first class. You barely had time to think before you were transported back into the upper class world. It was so much more spacious than economy class, with leather seats spaced out equally from each other; each spot seemed so isolated as the passengers enjoyed their space and privacy. Nevertheless you pulled yourself together, dusted your navy uniform off as you pulled the hem of your skirt down slightly you walked down the aisle, only to be stopped by that breath-taking voice from before. “Miss?” Jay called, you looked over to your side to find him slouched in his reclined chair, looking comfortable with that smug grin back on his face as he tilted his head to look up to you. That familiar tingle from earlier began to return, feeling your heart begin to race once more you reminded yourself this was your job. “Yes, sir?” You replied with your normal sweet tone you had towards all the passengers, it caused him to arch an eyebrow at you curiously as he shifted even further down in his seat. He could tell how hard you were trying to maintain a professional look, and he was about to test it. “I have this bag.” His eyes darted to the other side of his chair as you followed, a black rucksack lay by his side “Could you stow it in the locker for me?” He asked ever so politely that you could tell his innocence was fake. “Not a problem.”  You chirped back, the optimist in you expecting him to pass the bag up so you could stow it away. But Jay had other plans as he kept his grin plastered clear on his face, pouting a little as he expected you to lean over him to reach the bag. With no other choice that’s exactly what you did, holding your breath to stem your nerves at being so close to him you tried your best to be as quick as possible, your chest lingering merely inches from his body as your back arched over him, your hands reaching for the bag. “Nice.” You heard him mutter down your ear, making a small squeak escape your lips as your eyes snapped back to him quickly. “Pardon?” You cleared your throat in shock, a blush creeping up once more as Jay stayed perfectly relaxed in his chair. “Your name.” He retorted with a smirk, glancing down to look at your name badge which was clear in his eye line “Y/N.” it rolled from his lips so perfectly you could feel your heart beating faster in your chest “It’s very nice.” There was a hint of a chuckle in his throat as he was practically lowly growling your name, your mouth parting slightly as you watched over his features, something about him enticing you to want to linger longer until you realized your fingernails were digging into his bag. Snapping straight up you quickly unlocked the overhead locker to place the bag inside it, huffing to yourself to catch your breath before looking back to him you could tell he was having far too much fun watching you become more and more flustered. “Will that be all, sir?” You asked in a high tone, holding your breath that he would finally let you walk away.  “Not quite.” He sighed contently, sitting up slightly in his chair to watch you better as your eyes grew wide once more. “A bottle of champagne; if you wouldn’t mind.” It was much more of an order but he still worded it politely with that twinge of a smug smirk placed on his lips, it was driving you crazy. Pursing your lips tightly together you nodded once at him, turning to walk away he called out once more “And two glasses. You will be joining me.” Your eyebrows furrowed, turning on your heels to face him once more you looked at him with concern. “I-I’m working. I can’t-“ you continued, but Jay shook his head and quietened you instantly. “Your job is to make 1st class passengers happy, right?” He came to rest his chin in the palm of his hand, looking up to you with arched brows as he waited for your response. “Of course.” You replied warily, wondering just what he had on his mind. “I am a first class passenger, this will make me happy.” He didn’t have to state much more than that, and he wasn’t going to. Having made his point you ran your tongue over your bottom lip as you nodded once more before fetching what he asked for.

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17crimesoflife  asked:

Hi could you do the Mamihlapinatapei prompt with Peter or T'Challa please?

Mamihlapinatapei - The look between two people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move.


“Y-you’re moving?” The tone of his question made you visibly recoil. He sounded hurt and upset but you knew deep down that he had no right to be. This wasn’t all your fault. As friends, the two of you had grown apart - there was no helping it. Ever since you found out who Peter really was, your friendship has been strained. You never had time for each other the way you used to. It wasn’t just your fault and it wasn’t just his - you both shared the blame.

“Yeah… it’s just time, Peter. I have my own life to live.” You didn’t meet his eyes as you said this. You couldn’t. One glance into those deep brown eyes and you know there would be a chance he would keep you from leaving.

Before you could turn away to walk to your gate, his hand shot out and rested atop yours, which was clutching the handle of your suitcase for dear life. “Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice was softer now, and you dared to look up at him.

He was looking at you through his lashes, his dark eyes pleading. “Y/N, please talk to me.” He begged. What could you say to him? You’ve made your decision. Staying in New York wasn’t something you wanted anymore, you needed to get away from the suffocating city and figure yourself out. When the words wouldn’t come, all you could do was shake your head.

“But Y/N, you’re-” he quickly stopped himself, afraid that if he rushed his words, he would say something that would ruin the relationship the two of you had - what was left of it anyway. He composed himself and took a breath before trying again. “You’re my best friend… I-I’m gonna miss you.”

Before you could say anything, a voice came over the intercom announcing that it was the final boarding call for your plane. You took a step towards your gate, pulling away from Peter’s touch. “I’m sorry,” you muster, shaking your head again. “I have to… I’m sorry.”

When you were sure he wasn’t going to reach for you again, you took another step away from him. “I’ll call you, okay?” You both knew that was a lie, but his shoulders relaxed some at your words. You glance back at your gate and look at him one last time. He wasn’t the boy you grew up with anymore, he was someone else - something else - and you just couldn’t keep up.

“I have to go now.” You said dumbly. He just nodded. If you didn’t leave now, there was no way you were gonna get on that plane. Without a second thought, you turn and head towards the gate.

The attendant gives you a sympathetic look as she scans your ticket and hands it back to you, reciting her “Enjoy your flight” bit as she motions towards the doors. Before you could stop yourself, you turn to see if Peter is still standing where you had left him.

Peter was staring at you, his hands in his pockets. When you had turned to look at him, he stood a little straighter and managed a weak smile. You smiled back and bring your hand up to wave. This was it. 

Your eyes met one last time before you turned and walked through the doors to your plane. You thought this was for the better - for both of you - and Peter wasn’t going to make a move, afraid to ruin whatever you two had left for each other. Mistakes were made and the blame was to be shared, but the two of you never forgave yourselves for not listening to your heart when you needed to the most.

Come fly the friendly skies

The Cabin Pressure/Holby City crossover that literally nobody one person asked for. It’s four years since Martin left for Swiss Air and a year since Serena came back from her sabbatical. What could possibly bring this eclectic group of characters together?


Carolyn is sitting in her portacabin poring over the calendar when the phone rings.

“OJS Air, Carolyn Shipwright speaking. How can I help you?” She nods, checks the calendar and makes a noise of assent. Grabbing her notepad she starts scribbling down details, a smile growing on her face.

“Well that all seems straightforward enough,” she says finally, “We’ll see you then, Ms Campbell.” She hangs up, leans back in her seat with an unusual grin on her face; is still smiling when Herc comes in.

“Hello darling,” he says, then spots her expression, “What’s come over you?”

“Catch,” Carolyn throws the notebook at him. He scans her notes quickly and then chuckles, “Come over all romantic in your old age have you?”

“I’ve warned you about using that word,” she replies.

“What, old?”

“Romantic,” she snorts.

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retrouvaille- Jin (Spring Day series)

Originally posted by seokjkim

(n.) the joy of meeting or finding someone again after a long separation


People often asked why he couldn’t keep his feet glued to the ground. 

Why he couldn’t keep still, why he was always on the move—daring on another adventure. 

He had wings, you see. Unclipped, wide and meant to soar through the clouds. Most people never really understood; called him a lone wanderer—lost in his own vain and pointless dreams. 

At least that’s what his parents always told him. But little did they know Jin’s travels were more than just a lust for distant places…

It was a way of escape. A way of prolonging that little freedom he has left before his responsibilities begin to dictate his life.

“Flight SK 450 bound for Tokyo is now boarding. Repeating the announcement—“

Jin looked up from his reading and licked his lower lip before sliding in his bookmark through the last page he had read. He grunted as he pushed himself off the metal chair then dusted off his jeans.

Grabbing his backpack, he placed his earphones on both ears and let the music take over before walking towards the boarding gate where a group of people were starting to queue, the upbeat melody blasting through his earphones. 

Jin smiled tightly as he handed over his boarding ticket to the gate attendant. 

"Thank you, sir.” She said right after scanning the ticket’s barcode. “Enjoy your flight.”

Ring!

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#59 - For anonymous

Filling the prompt “was wondering if you could write about the reader flying alone on a long flight and being sat next to Van, and they get talking and really hit it off?”

Note: Otherwise known as: how long does it take to fall in love with Van McCann? (Probably not even this long, tbh.)


Take Off

It was your first international flight. You’d always been a bit of a nervous flyer, but a few hours here and there were manageable. 14 hours trapped in a cylinder of potential death, suspended 40,000 feet in the air by some sort of scientific witchcraft though… You were a little more than stressed.

You found your seat and were happy when you were next to the window. You put your overnight bag in the overhead compartment, and your small shoulder bag under your seat. You were taking a photo of the tarmac and wing when the seat next to the aisle became occupied. You looked over. A middle aged man in an uncomfortable looking suit sat there. He didn’t look over at you, so you turned away. You took a sneaky selfie, turned your phone off, and put it away. You could have sworn you heard the man make a quiet scoff.

Almost all the seats were occupied, and you thought maybe you had got lucky with an empty seat next to you. Commotion near the front door caught your attention. Someone had just arrived and the flight attendants were not happy about it. You sat up a bit to watch. It was a guy in his early twenties. He was wearing black jeans, a long sleeved tshirt, and a thick black denim jacket. His smile won over the attendant, and he walked down the aisle. He called “Thanks, love!” back at her. Somehow you knew his seat was the vacant one next to you. 

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Something About Magnets

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x Reader

Word Count: 3,289

Warnings: Major fluff, smut, sort of song fic?

Summary: You meet Jared on an international flight.

A/N: This is dedicated to ya’ll Jared lovers. I’ve been really loving him lately, myself. Please note that Jared is single in this. Fic also based on the song Ride by SoMo. Go have a listen whilst you read :D - Also I hope this was okay..it’s not as detailed smut as I’m used to writing but I’d love to hear what you thought. Seriously. I’m a sucker for compliments haha.

P.S – Italics are either Inner Monologue/Song Lyrics. Should be easy to tell the difference.


Originally posted by cheerfulsammy

“Your seat will be on the left, enjoy your flight!”
You smiled and walked awkwardly behind the line of people waddling down the aisle.

This was going to be an all new experience for you.
Not only were you going on your very first international holiday, you were also bumped up to Business Class for free. This was turning out to be your best trip yet, and you couldn’t shake the nerves that were riddled in your veins.

You’d been on a few flights before, so you weren’t new to this. But the second you walked past the curtains, greeting the flight attendant manning the more elite part of the plane, you felt…well you felt virginal. Awkward wasn’t quite strong enough a word to describe the nerves wracking through your body and the smile that you plastered across your face.

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loudenswainfangirl  asked:

Summer trope: Dean is a nervous passenger on a plane (surprise!) and Cas is a fellow passenger OR Cas and Jimmy are both flight stewards. Cas is attracted to Dean and attentive to his state of being while Jimmy hardly notices him. Chaos ensues (too twin cliche?)

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‘Ladies and gentlemen, this is your co-pilot speaking. We hope you’re enjoying your flight with us today, and that our sir stewards are providing you with everything you need. The captain has turned on the fasten-seatbelt sign as we’re approaching some mild turbulence. Please remain in your seats with your seat belts securely fastened until further notice. Thank you.’

“Fucking hell, Jesus, shit, crap, oh God, fuck.”

Dean, who hasn’t even considered taking his seatbelt off for a second during the hour in the air so far, grips the arms of his seat and clenches his teeth. There are a great many words in the English language he despises (vampires, demons, lettuce, cats, Crowley, to name a few), and ‘turbulence’ is pretty high up on that list. Next to him, the elderly couple make shocked, disapproving sounds and tut loudly at his language. He can’t find it in himself to care, and ends up glaring savagely at them until they disappear behind their newspapers muttering about ‘bad boys’ and ‘never when we were young’. 

He has the aisle seat, and is currently unsure whether he made the right choice. He hates flying. With a burning passion. (OK, lets not say the word ‘burning’ when the plane could literally explode at any second and take Dean along with it, that can happen you know?) He had spent a solid ten minutes at check-in debating with the poor girl at the desk about whether he would be safer by the window or by the aisle. His logic was that if he’s sitting pinned by the window that he’s trapped and can’t escape if something were to happen. Her logic, which he hated, was that if something happens he’s pretty much trapped regardless, since planes are just long tubes with wings, with nowhere to run to, so he should just pick a seat and settle his nerves. By this point, he’s sure she was getting pretty rattled with him. But her final pearl of wisdom was a good one: an aisle seat means he’s closer to the flight attendants, and the flight attendants serve snacks and drinks. And alcohol; although she was careful not to mention it he knows she was referring to a stiff drink when she said ‘settle your nerves’. And he’s had three already. 

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