…𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘰𝘵!𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳
fluff, mutual pining, summer romance, pilot!matt, seaside town, slight angst i guess, unresolved
requested by the lovely @vanteguccir !
word count - 400ish
Matt shows up every morning like clockwork. Just after sunrise, boots dusted with sand, hair ruffled from the wind and eyes still dreaming. His goggles hang around his neck, and he smells like sun-warmed leather and ocean salt, like the kind of guy who lives too close to the sky. He's been flying since he was young. Too young, probably.
He’s come to your town every season for the past couple of years, flying tourists in slow, looping circles over the sea.
“Just for the summer”, he tells you every time you ask him how long he’s staying for.
But Matt walks like he’s not in any rush to leave. Like the sky’s been waiting a long time to let him rest.
The old red biplane sits in the lot like it’s waiting for something magical to happen, patched up with love, stickers from places he’s flown to, and a little yellow flag that flutters even when there’s no breeze.
You work the morning shift at the sleepy seaside diner down the road from the airfield, all creaky stools and checkered floors. Pouring coffee and pretending not to watch the door. Matt always takes the third seat from the end, facing the window like he’s waiting for something. Or someone.
“Same as usual?” you ask, smiling as you already scribble it down. Scrambled eggs, burnt toast, a glass of apple juice. He nods, a little shy, but his mouth quirks at the corners when you bring him the glass. He only ever stays long enough for a bite of the food, but some mornings, he leaves behind little things.
Stickers form fuel stations in towns you’ve never been to. Napkins with doodles. A postcard with nothing but a timestamp and a messy scrawl “thought of you today. The clouds looked like cotton candy.”
There are paper planes folded from old flight charts, matchbox cars that roll perfectly straight, doodles of balloons carrying houses into the sky. Once, he left a candy bracelet with a note that read “emergency fuel for daydreamers.”
You keep them all in an old mint tin beneath the register when no one’s looking, like souvenirs from a trip you haven’t taken yet.
You’ve never told him how you’ve always wanted to fly, not just in the air, but somewhere. Somewhere big. Somewhere small. Somewhere with him.
Every afternoon, his biplane hums above the diner roof, sunlight catching on the red wings like a wink. He always dips to one side before disappearing over the cliffs. Always. You wave even though he can’t see you. Or maybe he can.
And you wonder, maybe tomorrow, maybe the next time he walks through the door smelling like wind and sand and sky, maybe you’ll ask him to take you with him.
Just once.
Or maybe you’ll ask him to stay.
@bernardsbendystraws for the dividers!!
a/n: never seen top gun and i'm scared of heights, but matt talking about the movie up, and him in that balloon and now the plane,,, this felt right and how i interpret pilot!matt sdjbhffsdjb :>
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till next time!!!
ik it’s like the job, and they do this kinda thing all the time - but, if i was aubrey idk if i could casually be pals with him after a kiss like that.
like, the way his body naturally moves closer to her hips in such a fluid manner, his hands are practically clawing at her, and the way he kisses…it’s like he’s has an awful craving he couldn’t place his whole life and kissing her has fulfilled this primitive hunger. his body is responding like he’s wanted her for the longest time.
and they’re just friends.
like other scenarios of the show with them as a pair are very..racey. that’s their whole dynamic, a sexual tension that is suffocating the characters and the audience.
and the director yells cut, they get up and are done, and they go home like that wasn’t pure passion. they come in for work the next morning and they face each other as if they didn’t make out furiously a few hours ago. they go home and come back and they aren’t in love. they aren’t flustered and shy. they are friends. who feel no attraction towards one another.
i do not believe that’s possible
I need this man to kiss me like that. I need him to suck the soul out of me. (and a shit ton of other things that I cannot explain here because that would be very R18 and some of yall are minors.)
hi it’s been a while! my tc mr.k allowed me to make up some of my absences recently, which it was quite fun. there actually wasn’t class that day but my friend and i came to clear absences and we were there for almost 4 hours. the entire time we were talking to him and somehow we talked about religion and our skepticism. we talked about california, because we all happened to have moved from there to where we live now.
the day after that we had a test and i scored my highest grade on a test ever and i showed him and he said he “was so proud” and high fives me and said “good girl!” which was so :3
anyway he shaved his beard over the weekend and i kinda hate it, but he’s cute nonetheless. he has been arguably more cruel, which is unlike him, to students who aren’t paying attention, but never to me which makes me feel better.
basically i am in love with him, but he’s changing recently and i hate change.
okay love you bye bye 🫰🪿
。゚゚・。・゚゚。 ゚. May will bring blessings.
゚・。・゚
Praying for the job!!!
#needthat
HOLY SHIT SHOLY SHIT AHOLY SHIT I AM GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE HELP ME TED IM STUCK IN THE RAINFOREST CAFE HELP ME 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭👅😭😭😭😭
today im thinking about the huge buff bread guy from kikis delivery service. highly underrated guy