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Flight Attendant: A Pilot's Special
❥ Pilot!Abby Anderson x Flight Attendant!Reader
❥ note: ugh I'm a whore for captain abby, I wrote this after I read a captain abby oneshot in ao3. Also request is open<3
The plane was getting prepped for another day in the sky. The sun barely peeked over the horizon, casting a warm orange glow on the tarmac, and you could feel the buzz of excitement mingled with nervousness coursing through your veins. It was your first day as a flight attendant—something you had worked hard for—and you wanted everything to go perfectly.
Dressed in your crisp uniform, you made sure your hair was in place, your name tag shining proudly on your chest. You took a deep breath before stepping onto the plane, your heart thudding against your ribs as you imagined the hundreds of things that could go wrong.
"Relax, you've got this," you muttered under your breath, trying to psych yourself up.
“First day, huh?” A voice broke through your thoughts.
You turned to see a woman standing tall with an air of authority, her blonde hair pulled into a sleek ponytail, her uniform neat and immaculate. Abby Anderson, the captain. Her reputation preceded her—known for being efficient, cold, and not exactly the warmest person on board. People whispered about her strict demeanor, her professionalism that sometimes felt intimidating.
"Y-yeah," you stammered, taken aback by her sudden presence.
“Captain Anderson,” she introduced herself, not offering a handshake. Her blue eyes bore into yours, unreadable, as she nodded. “I expect everything to run smoothly.”
“Yes, Captain,” you replied quickly, trying not to let her intimidating presence throw you off.
She gave you a curt nod before turning away. You could feel the weight of her authority, the way she commanded attention without even trying. As you went about your duties, you noticed how the other crew members seemed tense around her. She wasn’t mean, exactly—just...distant. Detached. Every movement was precise, every word clipped, like she was too busy to waste time on pleasantries.
But then, something strange happened.
Every so often, you caught her glancing your way. When she passed by, there was an almost imperceptible softening in her expression, a flicker of something warmer. You thought it was just your imagination, but then it happened again—and again.
It wasn’t until halfway through the flight that she approached you directly.
"You're doing well for your first day." Her voice was still professional, but there was a teasing edge to it now, a hint of something more.
"Thank you, Captain," you replied, trying to sound as professional as possible, but you could feel your cheeks heating under her gaze.
"Abby," she corrected, her tone softer. She took a step closer, and your breath caught in your throat. "No need for formalities when it's just the two of us."
"Abby," you repeated, the name feeling foreign on your tongue.
She smirked, her eyes sparkling with something mischievous. “You look a little nervous, you know. Is it me? Because I swear I don’t bite... unless you ask nicely.”
Your eyes widened, heat rising in your cheeks. "W-what?"
Abby chuckled, a low, deep sound that sent a shiver down your spine. "Relax. I’m just messing with you.” She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice so only you could hear. “Or maybe I’m not.”
You swallowed hard, trying to focus on anything but the way her presence seemed to engulf you. Was this really happening? The stoic, cold Captain Anderson was flirting with you?
For the rest of the flight, you couldn’t shake the feeling of Abby’s eyes on you. Every time you passed her in the cockpit or while making rounds, her gaze lingered just a little too long, a teasing smile pulling at her lips.
By the end of the shift, you were a bundle of nerves and confusion. You were standing by the exit, helping passengers disembark when Abby approached you once again, standing a little too close.
“You did good today,” she murmured, her voice low enough that only you could hear. “I like a woman who can keep her cool under pressure.”
“I-I try,” you managed to stammer, your brain short-circuiting from her proximity.
"Mm, I noticed." She leaned in, her lips brushing your ear as she whispered, "You should let me take you out for a drink sometime. Help you unwind after a long day."
Your heart was pounding in your chest. Was this a joke? Was she serious? But when you turned to meet her gaze, the playful glint in her eyes told you everything you needed to know.
“I— uh— I don’t know—” you started, but Abby cut you off with a smirk.
“Think about it.” She winked, her voice dripping with confidence. “I’m a patient woman.”
She turned to leave, walking off with that same air of cool detachment she always had. But this time, there was a sway in her step that told you she knew exactly what effect she had on you.
For the next few weeks, Abby didn’t let up. Every time you were on the same flight, she found some excuse to be near you. She'd make a casual comment, brush past you just close enough to make your skin tingle, and offer you those teasing little smiles that left you breathless.
One day, you were struggling with a particularly heavy overhead bin when Abby appeared out of nowhere, easily pushing it into place with one hand.
“Need some help?” she asked, her voice dripping with amusement.
“I had it,” you muttered, embarrassed that she had caught you in such a moment of weakness.
“Of course you did.” She grinned, leaning in slightly. “But I’m here if you need me. Always.”
Her words lingered long after she walked away, leaving you standing there with your heart racing and your thoughts spinning. You couldn’t deny it any longer—Abby Anderson had a hold on you, and she knew it.
Every time she smiled at you, every time she teased you, you found yourself falling deeper. And Abby? She was relentless in her pursuit.
She was the Captain, after all—and she always got what she wanted.
And this time, what she wanted was you.
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