Airplane Mode

Ch 1 (of 1)

 Airplane au😛 the shoes above are Levi's Kenneth Cole loafers. Shoutout to my friend who needed me to write this so they had motivation to keep going in life. Romanticize the corporatecore aesthetic ig

Listen to one of these songs on loop while reading to add to the energy🦝 Enjoy

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Outside the wall-sized window, raindrops look like ink as night fills them to the brim. They catch gleams of bright white industrial light, and then glowing orange directing batons and yellow terminal signs. You tap your foot as you watch the mundaneness of it all unfold.

A sigh reverberates from the man next to you. He's staring at his watch instead of the window, clearly irked. He looks a bit like a cat with their fur puffed out, you think, and smile to yourself as you turn back to the window.

"How late is this damn plane gonna be? Did all five pilots shit their pants after a well-paid night out? Indignant spoiled fucks."

"Wow," you replied. "I get that they're assholes but someone's in a mood."

Another heaved sigh.

Well. Tonight was going to be wonderful.

See, this was supposed to be a fun outing for the two of you. Levi happened to have an extra ticket on the company business trip so he invited you because you absolutely had to see New York, you'd be an idiot if you never did. So you went.

...Or, you got as far as the airport. The whole time Levi had been a little more irritable than usual.

When checking his bags, the woman said she couldn't hear him because he was too far below the elevated desk. Lord help her and all the curses her family received. The rest of the exchange happened in silence when you stepped in.

Were you making him moody? You and Levi spent time together outside of this, almost always dropping off coffee at each others' desks, sometimes grabbing dinner after work and staying at each other's apartments until 4am, but never for four whole days. Coming here might've been overstepping some unspoken boundaries, it was probably a mistake...

"Attention passengers on flight 1738 headed to New York. There has been a delay on the flight until 1am local time due to a mechanical issue. We apologize for the late notice and inconvenience."

You can almost hear Levi roll his eyes and you both deflate a little. You're about to curl up on your chair and sleep for the next hour, but you hear Levi's shirt ruffle as he sits forward. He runs a hand through his dark hair, neatly coiffed into an undercut, and he casts you a moody side glance.

"If we're dealing with this shitshow, I'm gonna need coffee."

You stare back, afraid to blink and miss even a second of the angle, and you fumble to say, "yes I totally agree, I love coffee. Yeah. Let's go, I'll buy it for you."

He sighs at you, exasperated. You grab your rollerboard and walk with Levi in silence except for the click of his black leather Kenneth Cole loafers. You space out at all the compact stores and bright lights until you find yourself at the counter of a Starbucks as a young cashier squawks, "Wait, you want a triple venti soy no foam latte? Are you the Levi Ackerman?"