The Mile High Club :: Wilbur x Reader

Take Off

*Content Warning: Slight Sexual references in the beginning*

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The control yoke was really stiff

"Wrong yoke, bellbottom~"

Oh...
When he said "Gently take control of the yoke" , you didn't know if he meant the yoke of the plane or... that other yoke....

"Move that hand just an inch backwards~"

A-ahhhh!!

.....

"Ah!!" You shocked back out of your daydream, the humming of the small seaplane prop you can barely hear through the headset Wilbur gave you all so you can communicate to each during flight. (1) Bringing you back to reality

"Daydreaming already chips? We haven't even reached paradise yet" your friend chuckled.

You gave him a soft smile. Unfortunately flight made you very drowsy, and shortly after the floats of the Cessna Caravan floatplane left contact with the water below, you would have sworn you went into a daze

"Good afternoon back there, this is your captain speaking~"

Oh no, that hot voice was back

"We will shortly be commencing our descent to our destination, I have to now, instruct~ that you return you seatbelts to their fastened positions so we can make like sliced cheese and land this baby~"

"Uh... was that a funky way to tell us we are landing?" Lyman snickers, clicking the harness secure, he always had something funny to say

"Affirmative~" Wil chuckles "Now if you glance your heads 30 degrees to the left or right of the nose of the aeroplane, you'll be able to get a peak, of the now subtropical paradise we a flying over~" Wilbur's voice transmits through the headset again, you also being able to see him pointing up from the front of the cabin

"What?" You ask yourself as a symphony of gasping deluges within the fuselage. The source of the gasping peering out their windows down below.

"My stars!!" You exclaim, your eyes now meeting with the beautiful scenery outside.

Islands painted picturesquely onto the shimmering blue sea, slowly skimmed across the small windows, as the propeller humming slows to that of lesser power, the plane sinking as you glance at the golden sands now seeming to get closer and closer every second

"Not too shabby aye~" Wilbur smiles, enjoying everyone's reactions to the scenery

"I wonder which one of these islands we are staying on (y/n)" Lyman exclaims, you absolutely breath-taken that this is your new home

"I dunno..." You sigh happily, the plane banking softly to the right, the wings rolling swiftly through the air as you still make your steady descent, clouds whisking around the airframe as the aircraft penetrates through them, presenting a slightly larger island beyond their white pigments.

"Woah! That must be it!!" You announce, this island looking much more preferable for living than the other quite small ones.