Aviophobia - the fear of flying
So I finally got around to publishing one of my more recent stories, and I'm a bit hesitant about it, but that's what this website is here for anyway. I don't know-would this be considered a simple drabble? It's also probably hella ooc for these two, but you know I've never been good at writing before anyway.
Light warning: gets pretty gay but that's okay.
Judal x Alibaba
I don't have anything to do with the creation of Magi sorry to disappoint.
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Very short summary: A stranger decided to sit beside me when I'm deathly afraid of airplanes. And flying in one.
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I stared at my lap not wanting to assess the situation at hand. If I looked up it would all be over and I would be cast into the never ending pit of fear and agony. The thought alone made my fingers tighten their already vice-like grip on my own knees, and my whole body began to shake. This was a terrible idea, and I wished I didn't feel so kind to get there sooner. I should have just driven or even walked, but because she was oh so sweet about it, I just couldn't refuse to visit my friend when she had finally come back to America despite living states from where I currently am. She-Morgiana, I mean, was staying home with her family and Aladdin (a boy they adopted 5 years ago), so I couldn't have her come down to me oh no. I had to be the one to visit. If it was hard to tell, my thoughts are becoming laced with sarcasm as I regret my decision to do this again and again for the sake of my friend. My eyes turned upward to see out the window and my stomach dropped once more with the inevitable realization at this point.
I was on a plane.
I am terrified of flying.
My shivers grew harsher as panic swelled in my chest, and I swallowed hard. My seat belt was confining me to the chair and almost seemed to be suffocating me and-
"Are you about to pass out or something?"
My head jerked up to meet the eyes of a black-haired stranger. Their hair was a bit messy and short-oh it wasn't short. In fact, there was a long braid in the back. His eyes were a piercing red that stared at me as if I were spouting three heads.
"Hello~?" The man called waving his hand in front of my face. I jerked back in shock and stuttered out a not-so-believable 'I'm fine!' It took longer than needed for me to notice he was placing his bags up top and then it hit. This guy was going to sit next to me. He sat down and got comfortable in his chair. I watched in awe as he pulled out earbuds and began listening to music as if they weren't all locked in a huge flying death trap. How could anyone be this casual?!
"What? Do you find me attractive?" The man joked turning his attention back to me. My face must've went 20 different shades of red as my mouth opened and closed without anything to say. Being on a plane wasn't helping at all.
"N-no!" I squeaked in a completely manly fashion. I was a male teenager, damn it. He grinned and rested back against the chair once more his eyes sliding shut. I was left alone again knowing he was now in his own world.
I hugged myself and attempted to shrink into my own chair to avoid freaking out especially with someone right next to me. I heard the speakers come on, but I couldn't hear over the sound of my loudly thumping heart as my complexion must have visibly paled. I looked to the window and saw the ground begin to move-no, we were moving, and I could feel my breath stop.
Suddenly, an arm circled around my waist, and an earbud found its way into my left ear blasting music. I looked over to the man beside me and he only held me closer looking straight ahead mouthing 'it's okay.' I slowly began to calm down and relaxed against him. My eyes were glued to his when he turned and looked at me as we lifted off the ground. I opened my mouth and began to shiver again to possibly let out a shriek or something when his lips covered mine.
He didn't let go of me until the plane seemed to settle reaching it's planned height. I stared in shock at nothing in particular as music continued to blast into my left ear. I touched my lips unsure of his to react. On one hand, he helped calm down for the ride, but on the other hand...
Some stranger just kissed me?
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I found my luggage after getting off the plane trying not to look the raven in the eye. By the end of the flight, I learned that his name was Judal, and he learned mine-Alibaba by which he proceeded to snicker at. I punched him in the shoulder to shut him up.
I was pulling my bag along in the direction of the exit when I was suddenly pulled aside. Black blurred my vision and lips found mine once again. My head raced a million different ways, and I barely comprehended the slip of paper that was put in my captured hand.
When I was released, I immediately glared at Judal as he smirked and walked away with his own luggage. I looked at the slip of paper and my face flushed more than it already had.
"I-I'm not cute..." I muttered and shoved the piece of paper into my pocket. I was going to call him later so I could yell at him. And maybe call him again after that for other reasons...
...Maybe...
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So you can tell me if I should continue or tear it down immediately now ovo