Clearly you should hide in my bed.
The something bad is clearly the inappropriate reactions I have towards this underage character. I AM NOT READY FOR THE HAIR.
it’s called Season 3
STILES, YOU ARE BEING UNREASONABLY ATTRACTIVE STOP IT
JESUS FUCK I HATE DIVIDING A PIC INTO PIECES
TUMBLR Y U SUCH A DICKHave a separate post with only this
Original post is here / With this posted into reblog thingy is here
Stiles: “Oh! Well, uhhh, looks like they found us…”
Derek: “Defense Initiative… Activated”
AU where Derek is an A.L.P.H.A. (Advanced Lobo Perceptive Hale Android) and Stiles is one of the scientists who created him. During the course of introducing Derek to the human world, Stiles notices that this particular model is different from the others in that it actually starts to “feel” on an emotional level. He decides not to inform his fellow scientists and the higher up’s, continuing to monitor/bond with Derek as their relationship suddenly takes on new heights. Of course, you can’t keep secrets from these people forever.
What can I say? I find the whole android/human pairing really hot. <3 B)
okay so detectivebuttcop’s thing inspired captain-snark’s thing and then i cried for a thousand years and then drew this
HERE’S THE FULL VIEW LINK tumblr why are you a butt
Just because it´s you!
prompt: best birthday ever
Stopping myself from cleaning up my line art was challenging.
Quick sketches are totally not my forte.Derek yanks the door open so fast he almost rips it off it’s hinges. “Are you brain damaged?!” he says, pulling Stiles in by his arm.
Stiles laughs, loud and delighted. Not even the sign clocking him in the face as he spins in Derek’s grip is enough to dampen his enthusiasm. “Nope,” he says. “I haven’t had a head injury in months.”
Derek remembers. He’s still getting the harpy blood out of his jacket. “Stiles-“
“You wanted to wait,” Stiles says. He’s done that thing where he’s all up in Derek’s space between one blink and the next. Fuck. ”We waited.”
The door rattles at Derek’s back only for as long as it takes Stiles to press him back against it. It’s heady having him this close, after months of keeping him at arms length. Months of chaste kisses and careful embraces.
Months.
Okay, yeah, screw it. Derek flips them, ducking in to nose up Stiles’ neck and feeling Stiles’ groan hit him hot and low.
“Oh god yes,” Stiles says, dropping the sign to thread his hands into Derek’s hair. Derek crushes it underfoot when he hikes Stiles up the wall.
THEIR FACES.
