for torakodragon: pilot stiles au

clawsandmagic:

rating: teen

word count: 1116

notes: this is a really belated birthday present for torah, based on this fanart of pilot!stiles. HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY <3

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Derek squirmed uncomfortably in the too small seats. The rough fabric scrapped his skin like an itch, and even in the aisle seat, with the seat in front of him so close, he couldn’t seem to get himself into any position that was comfortable. His knees bumped on the tray, the barely audible over the hussle and bussle of people readying himself for the eight hour flight.

He wasn’t afraid of flying. He wasn’t, no matter what Laura claimed. What he had was a natural aversion to being so unnatural high off the ground. He had done the trip to London about a thousand times by this time in his career, but he would never get used to that strange smell that was a mixture of sweat and sterilization, or the discomfort that the seating offered, or feeling as if his stomach was going to drop out of him when the plane finally took off. Not to mention the terrible food on offer, and all too smiley stewards and turbulence (god, how he hated turbulence).

A woman with red hair and blue eyes pressed her stomach up against his arm when she reached up to put her bag in the overhead compartment. She smiled down at Derek with interest, and Derek remained tightlipped and polite, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning towards Laura, who sat on his left.

She glanced up from her magazine, green eyes darting between her brother and the women, and smiled with amusement. Derek shot her a glare, daring her to say anything, and thankfully, Laura waited until the woman had walked away before she did.

“She was cute,” Laura mused.

His eyes flickered over to her, settling for a moment before moving away again. “Not my type.”

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