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Harry X Reader: Smut

In which Harry distracts you from your irrational fear of flying.

Request? Yes

Author’s note: This was inspired by a video that someone sent to me! Also, I’ve only flown twice, so let me know if I’ve got some wonky details.


This is not a first. You’ve flown plenty of times. In fact, you were just on a plane a week ago, but it never gets any easier. Now, you’re boarding a flight in New York City that’s meant to take you back to London.

“Oi! Careful, love,” Harry chides, gripping just above your elbow to keep you upright. You’ve stumbled over the entrance to the plane, embarrassingly enough. You blush and thank him quietly under your breath, continuing down the aisle to your seats. Slipping into the next to the window, you pull the shade down before tucking your bag under the seat in front of you. Harry slips in beside you and raises his eyebrows.

“Y/N, yeh don’ wanna see the view?”

You glare at him briefly. He knows how you get. Heights really aren’t your forte, and you have no desire to stare down at the Earth from hundreds of miles in the air. It’s bad enough knowing how far up you are without seeing it.

“Only jokin’, love. C’mon. You’re fine. Flyin’s not so bad.” He pats your thigh and grins, partly to comfort you and partly to tease you. He finds it funny and endearing how much you hate flying.

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Stuck Together - Damian Wayne x Reader

Requested by Anon - a story where the reader and Damian like each other but won’t admit it cuz they’re too stubborn so the batfam try to get them together.

Happy Birthday Anon’s friend!!


Damian watched you from across the cave as Alfred wrapped the cut on his arm. You were working on updating files on the batcomputer. The glow from the computer highlighted your face in a way that fascinated him. His fingers twitched with the need to draw to you.

“Master Damian, you may go change now,” Alfred stated, finishing the bandage on Damian’s cut. When Damian didn’t move, Alfred raised an eyebrow, noticing how intently Damian studied you. “Master Damian,” Alfred said again sharply. Damian finally dragged his gaze away from you to look at Alfred. “I’m done with the bandage. You may go change now.”

TT,” Damian huffed, sliding off the table to stalk over to the changing area. When he passed you, you spun around in the chair to face him causing him to slowly stop, catching your eye.

“Are you okay, Damian?” you asked, glancing at the bandage on his arm. He touched the bandage, shrugging his shoulders. 

“It is nothing,” Damian replied softly. The two of you fell silent, caught up in each other’s eyes. A solid minute passed without either of you making a sound. You both would have been there forever if Dick hadn’t appeared, clapping his hand on Damian’s shoulder to snap the two of you out of it.

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Underneath the cut is a guide to WHAT BEING EXTREMELY WEALTHY IS LIKE. I did not write this. I saw this on reddit. It is cut into net worths. I just figured it would be helpful for some of you since rich characters are popular. This guide splits it up in an understandable way! Please like/reblog this guide if you found it helpful!

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anonymous asked:

this is gonna sound weird, but headcanons for the babes soldier, mccree and gabe about what they're like traveling with their s/o? preferably at the airport! like for ex: who hates being cramped in a tony seat, who gets moody and who gets fast food etc. type stuff! thank u so much,,, i love you u and ur work!!

Nah, not weird at all. ^-^ Thanks for the request!

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Reaper/Gabe

  • He’s so tired and immensely irritated
  • He can smoke his way to almost anywhere in a matter of minutes
  • Why is he getting on a stupid plane?
  • Ah, that’s right
  • You
  • And you’re the one who has to stop him from killing the next person bumps into him after 50 other times before
  • You also have to stop him from throwing someone out the plane
  • You have to stop him from misting out of the plane completely
  • Lord help him, he hates regular human travel so much
  • A while after the flight’s taken off, his rage and edginess wears him down to a sleepy boy and he falls asleep on your shoulder with his arms crossed over his chest
  • You have to stop him from destroying the entire plane when the kid behind him kicks his seat enough times to wake him up

Soldier 76

  • Planes will probably give him a bit of anxiety
  • He’s familiar with Overwatch transportation, so he’s not nervous with those; however, with unfamiliar transportation like a random plane
  • He gets a little clammy while waiting for the plane and hangs onto your hand the entire time
  • You rub his back and shoulders and tell him it’s going to be just fine
  • Once you’re on the plane, it’s not too bad
  • You use a double headphone jack and you both plug in and enjoy some movies
  • He’s still holding your hand
  • He might doze off for a bit, the grip on you loosening a bit and his head resting against the window
  • Any sudden movements make him jump awake though, tighten his grip, and have a mini panic attack until you calm him down again
  • PTSD is a bitch

McCree

  • He thinks flying is cool
  • He’s buying snacks and stuffing his face until the plane gets there
  • Wide awake boy
  • Constantly staring out the window and chattering to you
  • Gets more snacks on the plane
  • You’ll probably fall asleep on him, rather than the other way around
  • If you do, he’ll wrap you in his serape place his hat tipped down on your head so stewardesses know not to bother
  • His excitement calms down halfway through the trip and he ends up watching movies with you instead
Just A Little Vacation

Hello, love bugs

Harry Styles X Reader

Warnings- swears.

Ashley- aka @philanddanxreader


Airplanes are the fucking worst. What could make it worse? An eight-hour flight to London. You had promised yourself that you would take a leap of faith and start exploring the world with Harry.You were thankful that Harry had spent the extra cash for a first class ticket as there was about a thousand times more room in your actually comfortable seat. You were also thankful for the window seat. It’s the perfect place to lean your head when you inevitably try and get some sort of a nap.

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Surrender: Part Three

Summary: As a flight attendant, you’d traveled all over the world. You’d never thought you could meet someone who could take you somewhere you hadn’t already been.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Natasha, Steve, Tony Stark [more to be added]

Warnings: smut, angst, fluff, violence, cursing, possible death, possible murder, crime, idfk… reader beware.

A/N: Alright, let me know what you think guys. Is this moving too slowly? This chapter is unbetad so be gentle. 

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PART TWO


Originally posted by provocatize

“Alright, folks,” the captain’s voice plays over the speaker, “it seems like we are having a minor issue with our landing gear. Nothing to worry about, we’ll have you on your way in no time. We appreciate your patience.”

The captain and the lead FBI agent, Agent Stark or something, decided it was best to keep the rest of the passengers in the dark of what was going on. They decided on a minor mechanical difficulty, and nobody on board seemed to be any the wiser.

“Miss Y/N, can you hear me?” Agent Stark asks.

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Flight: Mark (GOT7)

PRETEND THAT GOT7 WOULD BE IN ECONOMY CLASS LMAO
Y/D means your destination!!

“Flight UA824 is now boarding,” the intercom of the airport announced.

You stood up lazily and made your way to the line starting to form. You glanced at your boarding pass, the letters of your destination beamed at you.

To say you were excited was a complete understatement, you’ve been anticipating this vacation forever.

“Boarding pass, please.” A man asked once you reached the front of the line. You held it out and he nodded,“this way.”

You thanked him and hoisted the straps of your backpack higher onto your shoulders. You tugged on your carry-on luggage as you walked down the ramp to the aircraft.

A female flight attendant greeted you at the door,“Seats A through E on this side, everything else turn right!” She smiled politely as you turned right and began to search for your seat near the back of the plane.

You reached your row; thankfully no one was sitting there yet. You placed your luggage into the overhead compartment before slipping into the window seat.

Minutes later, you sensed two figures plop themselves into the empty seats next to you. You shifted a bit, you’ve never sat next to a stranger on a plane before; you hoped they weren’t annoying or crazy.

About half an hour passed before the plane started moving onto the runway. The sudden speed sent your hands to clutch your armrests, which resulted in awkwardly holding hands with the person next to you.

You blushed furiously, keeping your eyes on the back of the seat in front of you,“sorry.” You pulled your hand away and placed it onto the book resting on your lap.

“It’s alright,” the person chuckled.

You pursed your lips and put in your earbuds before opening the novel. Because you were so into the story and the music, you didn’t realize you were an hour into the trip already.

“Excuse me,” the stranger next to you poked your shoulder.

You pulled out your headphones to subtly glare at the person. Your attempted bitch face turned into an awestruck expression. Two boys, good-looking ones if I may add, were staring intently at you.

“Y-yes?” You cringed at your croaky voice. You cleared your throat,“yes?”

The boy sitting next to you grinned before repeating the attendant’s question,“would you like anything to drink?”

“I’m fine, thank you.” You shook your head at the stewardess that was looking at you expectantly. She nodded and pushed the drink cart to the next row. Your gaze rested on the blonde hair the boy next to you had. He patted it down consciously before returning to his conversation with the boy with jet black hair.

Jet black hair glanced at you, causing you to turn away while blushing. You set your attention on the bestseller book you were a fourth way in. Yet, you couldn’t force yourself to continue reading. You were growing self-conscious, due to the fact that literal angels were sitting next to you.

One weird move could send you to hell. You wondered if you should even breathe! You softened your phone’s volume, just in case they decided to take you into consideration again.

“Here you go,” Blonde hair flashed another one of his dazzling smiles. He held out a small package.

Your heart was going to beat out of your chest,“thank you.” You accepted the airplane snack and tucked it away into the pocket in front of you.

“My pleasure,” his smile didn’t fade, even when you tore your eyes away from his glorious face.

“Miss,” jet black hair spoke up.

You looked up shyly, hoping your cheeks weren’t flushed completely.

He gave a mischievous smile before blurting,“my friend thinks you’re pretty.”

“Jackson!” Blonde hair nervously laughed and slapped his shoulder in a playful, yet harmful, way.

“Oh,” was all you could say.

“I’m so sorry, please forgive him.” Blonde hair nodded his head towards jet black hair— Jackson, if you heard correctly—before bowing slightly.

“I-it’s alright!” You smiled warmly,“I don’t mind.” You mentally face-palmed, great. Now it sounds like you’ve been receiving compliments your whole life.

Blonde hair slightly tilted his head and gave you a soft smile, then turned to glare at his friend. “You’re not supposed to say those kind of things out loud!”

You stifled a giggle and felt your confidence boost a bit,“I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Mark,” blonde hair revealed.

“Nice to meet you,” you smiled shyly.

“You too,” he returned your gesture.

“Pfft, I’ll just talk to Jr. then.” Jackson pouted and turned around to chat with his other friends.

“Sorry about him,” Mark lowered his voice.

“It’s okay,” you dismissed Jackson’s outgoing personality.

Mark let out a breath of relief and relaxed in his seat. You watched him attentively, thinking of what else to say. Just as you opened your mouth to break the ice, the plane shook franticly. You awkwardly squeaked at the disturbance and clutched onto the armrests.

You accidentally grabbed Mark’s hand again. You were about to pull away, but he kept your hand still.

“It’s alright, just a little turbulence.” Mark smiled sweetly at you.

Your face flushed,‘geez… This boy really likes to smile, it’s causing me so much pain in my chest!’ You nodded and slipped your hand away from his. You low-key wish you hadn’t, it felt so comfortable and soothing.

“So, why’re you heading Y/D?” He opened up a conversation, hoping to learn more about you during this long flight.

“Well…” You began to explain your reason.

He listened carefully, nodding his head along to your words. He occasionally added in commentary, which were to make you laugh. After you finished your justification, you helplessly yawned.

“Oh, am I keeping you up?” Mark asked.

You shook your head,“no, no. I’m just a little tired by this late flight, that’s all.”

“It’s okay, you can sleep and I’ll wake you up when the food comes by.” He promised.

You shrugged,“if you say so… Thank you.”

“My pleasure, Y/N.” He smiled as your name rolled off his tongue.

You gulped and shyly turned on your side. You draped the light blanket over your legs and propped the pillow onto the side of the airplane. It was easy to fall asleep, since the plane dimmed the lights. But, a sudden flash woke you up.

“Wha—” you rubbed your eyes and realized that something was different. You glanced at your watch, you managed to get two hours of sleep! You looked over to see Jackson and his buddies staring at you while snickering.

You rose a brow in confusion then noticed how hard your pillow felt… Nope, not a pillow, it was Mark’s shoulder. You moved around in your sleep and ended up on his shoulder, how embarrassing! Luckily, Mark fell asleep as well.

“You guys are so cute,” Jackson whispered and shoved his bright phone screen into your face.

You squinted and let your eyes adjust; he managed to get a picture of you and Mark.

“Oh god,” you groaned and turned around.

“Mark! Y/N! It’s time to wake up!” An unfamiliar voice sang in a mocking way.

You sat up immediately, not wanting to be caught resting your head on Mark again. Speaking of Mark, he lazily woke up and looked over at you.

“You snore when you sleep,” he chuckled. You blushed furiously and profusely apologized. “Nah, it’s cute. You’re cute.” He lifted his hand to ruffle your already messed-up hair.

You melted underneath his touch,“thanks, I think?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Mark ran his fingers through his own hair. “Say, how about we hang out after we land? Unless you have other plans…”

You responded excitedly,“no! No, I’m free.”

He grinned widely while being teased by his friends,“great! Sounds like a date.”

cAn I jSut hAVE a ClicHE MOMENT LIKE THIS PLS THATS ALL IM ASKING SEFORFO *cries violently* have i ever mentioned how fluffy mark’s voice makes me ???????? iT mAkes me SCREAM (,:

Today, I fucked up... by going to a yoga class.

I decided to go to a yoga class. OK. That’s obviously a lie. My GF talked me into it. She said something about how flexibility is a real turn on or people should be able to touch their toes without sweating and gargling, or some such malarkey. In reality, I think she just didn’t want to go alone, and taking me meant that there was no possible way for her to be the worst one there. And I’m obviously too dumb to realize all of this because it all just now occurred to me. Damn it.

Anyways, I went. When we arrived, I was the only dude there. Everyone else was in good shape, female, and wearing all of the yoga accoutrements. Yoga pants, headbands, funky big shirts that still showed some part of their athletic tops, and bare feet. Most of them were standing around on one foot with their other foot flamingoed to their knees. They were probably drinking herbal tea and discussing their upcoming retreat to India. They were all petite and graceful. And then there was me. I looked like a guy at a pick-up basketball game that was about to get chosen last.

I walked over to the lady behind the computer to pay up. The computer was playing soft world music. I paid my money, and was given a yoga mat, a towel, a foam block, a nylon strap thingy, and a pillow. I was fairly confused by most of these items, but I couldn’t help but be a little excited by the pillow and the prospect of a nap.

When I walked in, nearly all of the spots were taken. There were two spots together in the far back corner next to the door and the fan. Perfect for the old cool down and escape routine I was already planning in my head. I put down my mat in its little premarked mat parking spot, and I flopped down. I left my brick, nylon strap, and pillow behind me. I kept my towel close by.

When the instructor came in and sat down, everyone got quiet. She spoke in a soft, pleasant voice. She used words like energy, spirit, awakening, inner, and good morning.

The first thing she had us do was make a surfer, hang loose hand gesture and then hold our noses between our thumbs and pinkies. Then we were to alternate nostrils and take deep breaths in and out of one nostril then plugging it and breathing in and out of the other one. Despite having a little cramp in my hand, I’d give myself a solid B+ for Nostril Plug Breathing Pose.

After making sure that we got all of the snot out of our noses (I’m guessing that’s what it was for) we were told to get on all fours. Once we were all into Mount Me Pose we were to alternate between Cow Pose and Cat Pose. Cow Pose means you put your chest and belly down. Being of a certain body type and having gravity on my side, this particular pose was no problem. Although, the term Cow Pose does seem a bit mean. Cat Pose is where you arch your back straight up like a cat stretching in the morning sunlight. Alternating between these two poses made me look like a giant, sweaty, dryheaving cat. I’d give myself a B- for Yaking Kitty Flow.

After Yaking Kitty Flow, we moved into Child’s Pose. Having taught children for years now, I’d say that this name is severely inaccurate. Child’s Pose should either be having your hand out asking for candy, pointing across the room because another kid did some stupid shit, or squirming around holding your crotch. This particular pose looked like a slave bowing to their masters in old films about Egypt. We were told that if we ever need to take a break, or if anything becomes too tough then we could always revert back to Eqyptian Slave Pose. This part worried me a bit since this pose wasn’t particularly comfortable. You are supposed to have your arms stretched out in front of you praying to the sun-god, Ra, while also placing your ass on the heels of your feet. But for some reason when I try to sit on my heels, it’s like I have a forcefield preventing me from going the rest of the way down. Apparently, my muscles are pretty stubborn. So, after the 4th attempt of bouncing my ass at my heels and nearly rocketing forward head first into the lady in front of me, I just accepted my version of Egyptian Slave With a Floaty Ass Pose.

Next, we did a Plank. This is the top of a push up that you just hold for about forever and a day. Once your arms start to tremble pretty hard then you get to pick up one of your feet and point it straight up in the air at the ceiling. This is pretty smart because then your body doesn’t know which pain to focus on, so you just hone in on not drooling all over yourself. Once you feel like jelly, you get to swing your leg that’s supposed to be elegantly positioned at 12 o’clock, but in all actually is chillin more towards a shaky 4-4:30, all the way up to you chest and place your foot in between your hands. Having lost all feeling in my leg, I let it swing freely. My knee struck me in the chest and my foot landed on my hand, but my arms were thankful for the extra support of holding up my pudgy torso.

From here you get to stand up in Warrior 1 Pose. You pretty much stand like Rafiki holding up Simba for all the animals in the Lion King to see. From there you do a little jig and change to Warrior 2 Pose. This one makes you look like you are surfing a huge wave. You put both arms out and pop a super hard gangster lean to one side. You’ll know you are doing it right when it feels like your leg is being slowly sawed off at the hip joint. Your arms are also supposed to be stretched out and strongly posed at 3 and 9 o’clock. But that shit hurts. When was the last time you held your arms up longer than the few seconds it takes to get something off of a high shelf or display your enjoyment when going on a roller coaster? So, after every few seconds, I kept pretending like I had different itches all over so I could release the tension from my arms. I also wondered how many people would notice if I just dropped down to Egyptian Slave With a Floaty Ass Pose.

Then we cooled things down a bit. We laid down and just stretched our hand above our heads in ‘the remotes behind me and I can almost get it’ pose. After this we were told to hug our knees and rock back and forth. This one was my favorite because after all this punishment, there wasn’t anything I wanted more than to get into the fetal position and rock back and forth.

Now that we were good and warmed up we started doing our Venice Sausage Flow (I may have misheard her). This is where you stand up. A+. Then you touch your toes (upper shins). C-. Then, you lumber down to a trembly plank. D+. Then you do this sort of circular push up that ends with your head up and your bosom thrusted forward like The Little Mermaid coming out of the ocean. It felt like a lap dance manuever. Then you stick your butt up in the air while on all fours, then sensually rise up. Then you just rinse and repeat. I’ll be honest, I felt a bit like Magic Mike with a hard emphasis on the XL.

The next thing we did was cross our feet and and touch our toes (knees). At this point the GF assisted me by giving me my foam block. I would’ve prefered it be about 2 feet taller, but it did help quite a bit. This was the point that I started to notice how much I smelled. And despite being super happy to be right in front of the fan, I also happened to realize that it was doing very little to keep me cooler while simultaneously wafting my stench through the whole studio. Being super nice yoga chics, they only gagged slightly. If anything, it’ll prepare them for their Indian retreats.

After that we were told to get on our bellies. Aced that one. Then we were asked to bend our legs and grab our ankles from behind. In my younger days, we called this a flying squirrel. We would do this off the diving board all the time. Apparently, time has not been friendly to my joints. Try as I might, I was unable to grasp both of my ankles. I got one of them once, but the little bastard slipped out of my sweaty hand as I lunged at the other one. This is when the instructor came over, grabbed my nylon strap, and put me into Self-Hogtie Pose. Fucking embarrassing. It was like sitting on an airplane, struggling to fasten your seat belt, and then having everyone watch as the stewardess brings your fat ass the seat belt extender. Since I was all tangled up, I was unable to just give up and enter Egyptian Slave With a Floaty Ass Pose. I just had to fight through the pain.

After that we were told to get the pillow out. Finally, nap time! But instead we were instructed to put it behind our butts and lift our legs straight up in the air. Determined not to get strapped up again, I fucking killed it. My legs were straight as arrows for like a minute. Let’s be real though, they would drop considerably whenever the instructor wasn’t looking. But they were straight as shit when she was.

After a whopping 75 minutes of self-inflicted pain, we were finally able to quit. At the end everyone was given time to sit quietly and reflect. At the end of self-reflection time, or as I like to call it, “swearing that I’ll never fucking do this bullshit again” time, everybody did an Asian hand clap motion and said the name of their favorite Indian restaurant. I tucked my tail firmly between my legs and got the fuck outta dodge. Yoga is not for everybody.

TLDR- Stunk up a yoga studio, and got hog-tied by my instructor for sucking at life.

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Ladies and gentlemen, this is your stewardess speaking... We regret any inconvenience the sudden cabin movement might have caused, this is due to periodic air pockets we encountered, there's no reason to become alarmed, and we hope you enjoy the rest of your flight... By the way, is there anyone on board who knows how to fly a plane?
PAX with Mark (Story)

With Mark back on YouTube, which warms my heart greatly to know that he is doing okay and is progressively getting better, I’ve decided to release a bit of that story I’ve mentioned a few times. This is a little story, fanfiction, imagine (call it what you may) I’ve rewritten, edited, revised and changed around since about March of this year. It is nowhere near complete, but I wanted to share the first part with you all to get some feedback.

If it gets relatively good reviews, I’ll post the second part! 

I do take criticism lightly, though, so feel free to ridicule my grammar, phrasing, description or whatever you want to pick at. 

Please note: there are references to Cyndago. They are brief. I had written this part long before the current tragic events took place and have no intention of mentioning them in later parts, out of respect for the Kyre family and friends.

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Without further ado, I present to you the story of a PAX South crew member (you) who happens to be moderating for Markiplier’s booth/panel/activities!

Warning: this story gets pretty cheesy. Just wait for it.

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Your POV

Today is the day- the day you’ve been anticipating since last year. You’ve been working for PAX for about two years now as both an online moderator and a crew member at PAX East and Prime, but you’ve never been to PAX South. However, this year is your time to shine.

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Happy anniversary!

Today was the day, today Justin and I had been married for a whole year, a whole year! That was also the reason why I had taken the day off from work to spend the day with Justin. But as I woke up Justin wasn’t by my side? I sighed, I knew he had went to the studio once again, and he had probably also forgotten our anniversary. I got out of bed and went into Justin and I’s walk-in closet, but the clothes I wanted to wear today weren’t there. I furrowed my eyebrows as I noticed a lot of my clothes had disappeared, but I just shrug it off, it was probably just getting washed. So instead I found a simple black dress, a pair of see-through black tights and a beautiful floral kimono. Then I went out to the shower and got undressed. I got into the shower and washed myself, and then after I finished I wrapped a towel around my body and my hair and dried myself. As I finished getting dressed and straightening my hair, I just did my makeup, but also some of my makeup was gone? I sighed and went out of the bathroom, but something was different about Justin and I’s bedroom, normally we would never make the bed, unless someone would be visiting us, and I sure know that I didn’t make the bed before I went into the bathroom to shower. I went over to the bed and noticed a note lying on my pillow. I picked it up and opened it.
“Hey baby! Happy one-year anniversary! You probably wonder where I am, but don’t worry, I will see you soon… But until then I need you to follow this note. So you probably also wonder why some of your stuff is gone, like your clothes, your makeup, your shoes and so on, but you don’t have to worry about that either. What I need you to worry about is that you need to eat and get ready before 10am, because Hugo will pick you up, and you’ll need to be very strict, because we have a program to follow. Anyways, I love you baby, and I’ll see you soon:*” The note said, I smiled widely and folded the note again, then I found my phone and checked the time. 9.45am!
“Shit!” I mumbled to myself, and then I grabbed my bag and my phone and ran downstairs.
I was about to grab a granola bar, when someone suddenly poked my shoulder. I turned around and got met by Pattie.
“Hey Sweetie!” she smiled, she pulled me in for a hug, then she pulled away and grabbed my hand.
“I promised Justin, you would get something good for breakfast, so come on” Pattie smiled, then she dragged me into Justin and I’s dining room. Pattie made me sit in one of the chairs, then she went away, but a minute later she was back with a plate full of scramble eggs and bacon.
“Thank you Pattie” I smiled, and then I started eating. As I finished eating there was a knock on the door. Pattie smiled widely, then she grabbed my plate and hugged me goodbye.
“Wait, you’re not going with me?” I asked her, Pattie smiled widely and shook her head.
“Nah, this is only an experience Justin and you will be able to enjoy” she smirked, then she walked away, and I stood up and grabbed my bag. I made it to the hall and pulled on my white, low converse, luckily it wasn’t that cold outside so I didn’t need my jacket, which had also disappeared!
“Hey Hugo” I smiled as I greeted Hugo, Hugo smiled too, then he opened the car door for me, and I got in.
“Will you please tell me, where we’re going?” I asked Hugo as he turned on the car. Hugo smiled and shook his head, then he pressed on the speeder and drove off.  
I think we were driving for about half an hour or so, when we reached our destination at a very special place, you see Justin and I had our first date at this ice café. I awed as I got out of the car. Hugo followed me inside the café, and immediately all the workers came over to me and made me sit in the chair I was sitting in at our first date. One of the workers handed me an ice chocolate, which is the thing I got on our first date! I really couldn’t believe Justin would ever remember all of this.
“Mrs. Bieber we got you a note from Mr. Bieber” a sweet girl said, I thanked her as I grabbed the note.
“Do you like the ice chocolate baby? I really hope you do, because there will be a lot more of them, where we’re going ;) When you finish Hugo will take you to the next and final place! I love you, and I’ll see you later” I read, I smiled widely, and then I made the workers sit down with me as I drank my ice chocolate.
“You really have the sweetest husband” a girl said, I looked at her as I took a sip of the ice chocolate.
“Thank you, I do,” I told her, and then I continued to talk to the workers until I finished my drink.
“Thank you so much for the delicious ice chocolate” I told them as I stood up, all of them got up too as they smiled widely.
“You’re welcome Mrs. Bieber, and happy anniversary” one of them smiled, I thanked him, then I left the ice café.

An hour later Hugo and I arrived at the LAX airport. I furrowed my eyebrows as I grabbed my bag and opened the door to the car.

“Hugo, why are we at the airport?” I asked Hugo, but Hugo kept quiet as he smiled.

“Okay?” I mumbled to myself, then we made our way inside.

“Hello Mrs. Bieber and welcome to LAX airport, I’m Christine, and I will be making sure you get to your destination safely” A stewardess said behind me. I turned around and smiled at her.

“Hey, please call me Y/N” I told her; Christine nodded her head and smiled widely.

“Of course Y/N” she smiled, I chuckled and nodded my head, then I followed behind Christine. But as we reached a gate, I noticed Justin was standing there, so I quickly ran over to him and jumped into his arms.

“Hey baby” he chuckled as he wrapped my legs around his waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hid my waist in his neck.

“You’re so sweet” I mumbled into Justin’s neck. I pulled away from Justin’s neck, but I stayed in his arms.

“Why all of this? I just wanted to spend the day with you?” I asked him as I smiled widely. Justin shrugged his shoulders as he smirked.

“I just want to make sure you feel special, because you’re special to me” he told me, I awed, then I placed my lips on top of his, but I pulled away as I heard the sound of a camera. I looked around and noticed Hugo was taking pictures of us.

“Thanks man” Justin told him, Hugo nodded his head and gave Justin his phone back. Then Justin placed me on the ground and grabbed my hand.

“Are you ready Mrs. Bieber?” he asked me, and I nodded my head.

“I am, but where are we going?” I asked him as I followed behind him. Christine walked behind us, and Justin kept his mouth closed.

“You’ll find out, when we get there” Justin smiled, then we made our way into Justin’s private jet and sat down in two chairs beside each other.

“Hello Mr. and Mrs. Bieber, I will be your pilot today on this special trip, I hope you will enjoy it” A pilot said over the speakers, I groaned, when the pilot didn’t say, where we were going.

“Justin! You know I don’t like surprises” I whined as I rested my head on Justin’s shoulder.

“Oh, don’t worry you’ll like this one” he smirked, and then Christine came over to us with two glasses and a bottle of champagne. Justin grabbed the glasses and handed them to me, then he grabbed the champagne and told Christine thank you. Christine nodded her head, and then she left.

Justin then stood up and opened the champagne; luckily the champagne didn’t flow out of the bottle! I reached the glasses out for Justin to fill them, and then afterwards he sat down and said cheers with me.

“May we have a happy and long relationship, and may only dead separate us from each other” Justin said, I nodded my head in agreement, and then we both said cheers, and then plane took off to wherever we would be going.  

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Tell me what you think! And should I make a part 2?
- Amalie xo   
     

Red-Eye Realization

Title: Red-Eye Realization

Pairing: Reader x Dean

Word Count: 2,799

Theme song: Ho Hey cover by Tyler Ward

Request: A deanxreader imagine where they think a demon is gonna be on a plane so reader has to pretend to be pregnant (cause you have to walk the plane every hour for blood flow) and dean gets over protective of her even tho she isn’t preggers for real, and realizes she was the only one who could keep him from being scared. They aren’t dating but his feelings come out when she like hits her “baby bump” or something (it would be cute if cas shows up before they leave and freaks over the baby bump)

A/N: This was super fun to write!

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Your name: submit What is this?

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“Alright, how do I look?” you asked, stepping out of the bunker’s front door and into the sunlight where Dean and Sam were packing up the Impala.

“Aw, got a little Dean Jr. in there,” Sam teased, coming over and rubbing your belly.

“No one better come up and do that at the airport or they’ll get a roundhouse kick to the face,” you muttered.

“The mother of my fake child, ladies and gentlemen,” Dean smiled proudly at you. You lifted up your shirt and adjusted the fake baby belly you had strapped over your torso.

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Mile High. (deanXreader)

Pt. 2 of Run away with me.

words: 1432
warnings: smut, plane sex, fluff, touching (eek)
request: jensen-ackles-is-batman

summary: Dean surprises reader after there wedding with a honeymoon. They hop on a plane and when Dean gets needy, they become apart of the ‘cool club’ on the plane.
A/N: This is the second installment of Run away with me! I suggest reading the first one, lol

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The two of you pulled your wedding attire off soon after arriving back in the room. You were rudely interrupted when a knock on the door sounded. You pulled on his plain white button up and walked to the door.

When you opened it a bellhop appeared holding two bags.

“Mrs. Winchester?”

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Every life is a once-told tale.  Your story is a scripture, and God is the Reader; therefore, we are swept up in a cosmic love affair, whether God cares or not.  Despite the nightmare, I will interpret for good and seal this Book of Life with a kiss.  O Reader of All Life, wait for me while I am away in battle on earth.  I will write every day, and when I return I shan’t leave You again.  My actions are a love letter to You.  Read it, and weep.
—  Rabbi Zoe Klein, from Lights in the Forest: Rabbis Respond to Twelve Essential Jewish Questions (ed. Rabbi Paul Citrin, CCAR Press, 2014)