Super sneaky national geographic worthy photos of tyler hoechlin who is on my plane right now
I can’t confirm what it was but I can confirm that he was rocking out and dancing in his chair and mouthing along to it
Look at me look at me. Moderately famous actor!Derek Hale—who hates being bombarded by fans—going “incognito” to catch his flight back to California. He wears his favorite, worn out sneakers and glasses and the stupid jacket with the perpetually popped collar that Lydia forced him to buy bc it was in style. He even puts on the baseball cap he hates for Christ’s sake.
And then you have visiting his grandmother who lives out-of-state!Stiles Stilinski doing a double take when he spots Derek-freaking-Hale sitting in the isle across from him. He’s wearing a terrible-terrible disguise. Seriously? Who isn’t seeing through that? But Stiles sort of just grins to himself bc yeah. It’s pretty endearing. As is the way the actor steps on his own feet like he’s a puppy whose paws are too big for his feet and mouths along with whatever music he’s listening to and is really nice when someone does recognize him despite the fissure of annoyance Stiles can see in his posture.
And when they get on the plane, it turns out they’re actually seated next to each other. (Stiles’ grandmother had upgraded him to first class despite his protests.) Derek’s in the window seat, staring resolutely out like maybe Stiles won’t notice him. Stiles considers just pretending, letting Derek believe in his own horrid attempts to go unnoticed. It’s kind of a long flight, though, and the dude is going to get a crick in his neck if he holds it like that for too long.
So Stiles sort of just relaxes his head against the seat and rolls his gaze lazily in Derek’s direction.
"You’re kind of horrible at being incognito, you know that?" he tells him with a grin.
Derek sags a little like he’s accepting his defeat and turns, face filled with a sort of forced pleasantry. “Looks that way, yeah. Did you—did you want a picture or something.”
And Stiles is like, “Nah man. Just figured I’d break the ice so you didn’t have to keep your neck all turned like that. You’d probably strain a muscle or some shit.”
It makes Derek smile a little, tension draining away as if Stiles has pulled the stopper that was keeping it brimming and tepid in its basin.
He really plans on letting it go too, letting Derek take a nap or read a book or watch a movie on his iPad. But then Derek’s actually trying to engage him in conversation, and they end up talking through the entire flight, voices raised to be heard over the sound of the engines.
Derek is different than he expected. He’s sort of sassy and stoic and smart as a fucking whip. And maybe Stiles find out that he’s from an area near Beacon Hills and that his family still live there and, “Maybe we could get coffee while I’m there.”
Romance happens, of course.
Also banging. Definitely banging.
The truth for me is that we, my kind, are violent creatures, who eventually will not be able to control their violent impulses.
Looks like a family portrait: Papa Stilinski, Stiles and cousin Miguel
…and by Cousin Miguel you mean Stiles’ long suffering husband, Derek Hale, yes?
It’s always been you.
It’s always been DerekandStiles.
(for my sweet friend)
Coming Soon To A Theater Near You
Someone please make a fanvid out of this!
Daniel Radcliffe walking 12 dogs while smoking a cigarette