#human!derek

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hi i made them real people... there will be LOTS more to come of these two i have a very specific image in my mind and im determined to spread it

[thebigoblin]

For @deepestbelieverstranger. 

Second moodboard for Vampire!Stiles. I noticed that the first one was loved by many, so here’s more! Enjoy ❤️

Blood drips from Jackson’s hand. Tempting. Alluring. 

Stiles goes in for another bite, licks his lips and nips at the soft, taut flesh of Jackson’s neck. Drinks the dying man in until his thirst is satisfied, until he can’t hear Jackson’s heartbeat anymore. 

He knows he’s fucked up the moment he comes back to himself, Jackson’s body falling limp on the ground and Lydia’s scream of rage assaulting his ears. 

“Monster,” Lydia calls him, and curses him. Stiles can’t figure out if they’re the expletives kind of curse or the witch type, his brain still processing the fact that he killed Jackson. The man Lydia has loved since she was old enough to know what love meant, the man Stiles himself had approved for her. 

He walks away from the scene and ends up in his castle, the solitude making him hate himself. And then. Then he comes. Derek Hale. 

Prince Derek Hale is a noble man, soft and shy and beautiful in ways nobody ever was and nobody ever will, Stiles’ entire heart in his palms like Stiles wouldn’t surrender to anybody else. 

Derek doesn’t know Stiles is a Vampire. A monster. But he sees Stiles fighting tears and comes to him, the moonlight coming from the windows giving Derek’s concerned gaze a glow that Stiles doesn’t deserve. 

Derek is a gift that Stiles has no idea how he got ahold of. 

“Stiles,” Derek asks, his arms around Stiles’ frame, a shield protecting him. But who would protect Derek from him? “Stiles, talk to me.”

Stiles pushes him away, pointedly doesn’t look at his face. “I’m a monster,” 

“No, you are not,” Derek tells him, so sure and confident it makes Stiles want to die. To die again and to not come back like he has once before. 

Stiles laughs and doesn’t say anything. Simply waits for Lydia to come into the ballroom—the very same room she was born in, nearly two decades ago—able to hear her footsteps from far, far away. 

Derek turns to her. He thinks she’s his sister. That they’d never harm each other or each other’s. “Lydia, do you know what happened?” She’s bloody. Covered from head to toe in Jackson’s blood, as if she cradled him against her body; her cheeks are strained with tears, a waterfall amongst carnage. “Lydia, you—Jackson. Where is he.” Derek’s voice turns somber with understanding, and Stiles feels the moment his eyes land on Stiles. 

Lydia’s voice is shaky as she says, “He killed him.” Stiles doesn’t look at her as she tells Derek about who he is, what he did. Doesn’t look at Derek as horror morphs his gorgeous features, turns his heart against Stiles’. Only looks at the moon and wonders why did he ever think that he could ever control his true nature. 

Then Lydia says, “You love him still, don’t you?” 

Stiles dares to look at Derek. Derek is looking back at him, and he—he still loves him. Despite knowing the truth. 

Stiles can’t help but let out a broken, “Derek...”

Lydia sobs, small and heart-wrenching, says, “Only a monster can love a monster!” Thunder sounds outside. Furniture shakes inside as if caught in an earthquake. 

And Stiles watches as Derek transforms into a veritable beast—a big, black wolf, with yellow eyes tinged with a blood-red hue. 

Lydia leaves. Stiles feels sick to his stomach. 

Something has pure as Love has led to Derek becoming a monster. Like him. Simply because Derek loves him.

Stiles falls down to his knees in despair, and wonders how someone like Derek can still love him when Derek trots over to him, huge paws trying to console him. 

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hello 👋 do you know any fics where Derek stays human and doesn’t get his werewolf spark back, with sterek please if you can

Um not many. I’m sure there has to be more though. 

You make it easier, you make it hard by zwatchtowerz (TheSpark)

(1/1 I 2,070 I General)

Derek wolf was gone and he doesnt know how to be human. Stiles try to help. Claudia wants the best for her kids.

[hazelandglasz]

prompt: I'm drunk and my phone fell into the toilet and now I'm drunkenly crying, waiting for a miracle when you come and help me out. either with crying Blaine and helper Kurt or crying Stiles and helper Derek. both would be hilarious.

Going the Sterek road, it’s been a while ;)

On AO3

Stiles just wanted to make a phone call.

He is drunk, yes, but he still needed to let his dad know that he wasn’t dead or lying in a ditch to prevent him from calling the Marshalls or whoever it is you call when you think someone is missing.

He digresses.

Not that it’s characteristic of Stiles being drunk, he tends to digress as a consequence of being, well, himself.

Back to the matter at hand: all he wanted to do was make a phone call to his dad, and then return to alternate between drinking and dancing, dancing and drinking—drancing, if you will—until he would meet a suitable partner for the night or get tired of drancing.

But now, Stiles is staring at his phone which is glaring at him from the bottom of the toilet bowl.

“Oh, don’t give me that look,” Stiles mumbles, wiping his face with his hand. “I didn’t mean to drop you, you know that, Samsy.”

A bubble escapes from the water in the bowl, as if conveying Stiles’ phone’s poor opinion on his motor skills.

“What am I going to do?” Stiles bemoans, dropping to his knees in front of the toilet. The idea of reaching in crosses his mind, but even as drunk as he is, Stiles knows that his very drunkenness would only complicate things.

“My phoo-oone,” he whines. The only thing that would work now is a miracle, some kind of divine or demonic intervention—Stiles is not picky—or just some help.

That’s the moment when the door opens and a very grumpy, dark and brooding miracle happens.

“Uh?” is all Stiles manages to say as he gets back to his feet before the guy cocks his head, rolls his eyes at him and fishes Stiles’ phone from the bowl.

He even wraps it in toilet paper before handing it to Stiles.

Well, handing.

Tall, dark and super helpful actually presses the phone against Stiles’ chest.

And keeps his hand there.

“You should be more careful with your property,” the man says with a cocky smile. “It would be such a shame to have you moaning for anything else but—”

“Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!” Stiles exclaims, not even noticing the shift on the man’s face, from dark and sultry to shocked and amused. “You’re my hero, I must repay you! Come on, big guy,” Stiles continues, pulling the man by the hand—it’s a surprisingly soft hand, for such a large hand—to the bar. “The next round is on me.”

The man lets himself be manhandled to the bar, taking his hand back. “You are something.”

Stiles leans over the bar, plastering himself to the counter to get the bartender’s attention, before turning back to his rescuer. “Something good?”

The man’s eyes drift back from where they were, at the level of Stiles’ ass. “Very good.”

Stiles beams at his hero. “Oh wow,” he whispers. “You really have deserved a drink, dude.”

The man winces. “Don’t call me dude.”

“Well,” Stiles replies, patting the man’s shoulder—oh, that is a strong shoulder, looks perfect to sleep on or bite into— “give me something else to call you, dude.”

The man grabs Stiles’ hand as he slides it down his arm and pulls him closer. “Derek. Now, remember it, so you can—”

“What’s your poison, Derek?”

“What?!”

Stiles points his thumb at the bartender who is quietly laughing at them. “Whatcha wanna drink?”

Derek blinks a couple of times before huffing a laugh. “I’ll have a Sidecar.”

Stiles gestures for the bartender to make two of those before returning his attention on Derek. “A fan of the sours, uh?”

“I guess,” Derek mumbles. “You didn’t tell me your name.”

“Oh! Right.” Stiles rubs the back of his neck. “You can call me Stiles. And I really meant it, you were a life-saver.”

“Your phone isn’t saved yet,” Derek laughs. “You’ll need to dunk it in rice. But,” he adds, scooting his chair closer to Stiles’, “I’m glad I could… lend you a hand.”

Something in the way he paused makes Stiles wonder if perhaps there is a whole level of discussion passing him by. Like when he goes to see a Disney movie with his little cousins and they laugh at the animation while he laughs at the puns hidden throughout the movie.

“Do you want… me? To lend you a hand? With something?”

The drinks are placed before them, and Derek’s shoulders shake with repressed laughter. “You really are…”

“Yeah? I know how some people would like to end that sentence, but I’m curious about your choices.”

Derek looks back at him, his smile all soft and turning Stiles’ insides all gooey-mushy. “You really are unique, Stiles.”

“That’s new. Here’s to new adjectives!” Stiles replies, lifting his glass in a toast.

“To new things.”

---

Three sidecars and two white russians later, Stiles doesn’t even know why he is laughing, but he knows that he was right.

Derek’s shoulder is very comfortable to lay his head on.

After their first drink, they managed to dance a little before snatching one of the velvety sofas in a corner of the club, and they have been talking and chatting there all night.

“I heard you crying and I th-I thought—” Derek hiccups. “I thought, here is a voice I need to put a face on.”

“Awww, Derek-poo, that’s so sweet.”

Derek looks down at him with an attempt at a glare before shaking his head, lifting his glass to capture the last drops in his glass. To do so, he tilts his head backward, stretching the expanse of his neck for Stiles’ hungry eyes.

Stiles even licks his lips, but he doesn’t move from his very comfortable position.

He doesn’t do it quick enough to keep the gesture from Derek’s eyes, though.

They stare at each other for a long moment, before Stiles drops his eyes to Derek’s lips, still shining from the last drops of white russian he caught.

And there he goes again, licking his lips all while wishing he could lick Derek’s.

Derek’s eyes were already dark, but their pupils widen even more. Stiles doesn’t even have the time to fully think about how it makes him look dangerously sexy (or sexily dangerous) before Derek moves forward, twisting them so he can press his lips to Stiles’.

That kiss is not well thought through, not planned well, it’s too wet and too rushed.

Long story short, it’s a perfect first kiss.

“Oh,” Stiles manages to breathe when they part, “so you are interested.”

Derek opens and closes his mouth before chuckling, leaning his head against Stiles’ shoulder. “Stiles,” he whispers, his breath hot on Stiles’ skin, “I have been hitting on you ever since I laid eyes on you. Yes,” he continues, looking up and cupping Stiles’ cheek, “I am very interested.”

“You have—hmph?” Stiles starts asking, his words swallowed by the return of Derek’s mouth on his, and he smiles into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Derek’s neck to pull him closer on top of him.

Thank you for your sacrifice, Samsy.

[thesourwolfarchives]

i’m hunting on the night (we’re playing for the fights) by PaddyWack

word count: 6k

rating: teen

summary: Stiles is the unfortunate wolf that gets into some trouble during his moon cycle. Derek is the hapless hunter that finds him.Or, the one where Stiles steps in a bear trap and has to be rescued.

[imagine-sterek]

Two Sides of The Same Coin - Sterek Trope Reversal Event

September 4th-10th

 Themes:

September 4th - Were!Stiles or Supernatural!Stiles

One of the most notable things about Stiles was that he was the only human. But what if he wasn’t? What if Stiles were a were-creature or a supernatural creature? What would he be? How did he come to be that creature?

September 5th - Human!Derek

What would it be like if everyone’s favourite Sourwolf was human. Is he powerless without his powers? Did he become human or was he born that way? What’s life like for him?

September 6th - Evil Sterek/Bad Guys Sterek

Gather up your loved ones, gather up your friends, because tonight the bad boys run the town and the villains win the fight. What would it be like if Stiles and/or Derek were the bad guys of the story? Would anyone be able to stop them?

September 7th - A Change of Scenery

What would their lives be like with a change of scenery? What would it be like if they lived a normal life with no supernatural creatures, or lived through an apocalypse? Fought off vampires or lived in space? What if they crawled through the mirror or fell into Wonderland, where everything is different? Change their world and see what their lives are like.

September 8th - Back Story Switch

What if Stiles was the son of a rich family who died in a house fire and Derek the son of the local sheriff? What if Stiles grew up as a werewolf and Derek as a human? What if Derek grew up as a werewolf with only his absent father to help him through full moons? This is a also time for alternate canons - turning other story lines into sterek or canon divergence. 

September 9th - Flip the Coin

Take a prompt, from this blog or your own, or a fic you've written/art you've drawn and flip it; reverse the tropes, make the good guys bad and the bad guys good.

September 10th - Open Prompt

Don’t like any of these prompts but still want to create something or share an idea? Do you have an idea that doesn’t fit in one of the categories? This is the day that’s open to everyone and everything. Go for it!

  The themes and prompts are not mandatory, they’re only suggestions or prompts for those who want to join in but need a little bit of inspiration. If you don’t like a specific theme - or any of the themes - that’s okay! The themes are just suggestions that you can follow if you want to.

You can interpret the themes and prompts however you want, and submit any fics, art, imagines, etc., even if they don’t fit a theme; all submissions are welcome!

The days and prompts roll over, so if you miss a day because of time zones or whatever it may be, please still share it!

Rules and FAQs

If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to message me.

 Please tag @imagine-sterek, and if you send in an ask and don’t see it answered or tag me in a post and don’t see it reblogged, please message me. Tumblr acts up a lot and I’d hate for anyone to miss out because their messages or tags don’t make it to me.

 A big thank you to @squishysterek and @loveyprophet for all their help planning this.

 - AJ

[agentkikirogers]

Summary: Derek is having a bad day and breaks down on a stranger's doorstep. Stiles is the stranger. He really doesn't mind. Also, there's a cat.

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Stiles woke up feeling more content than he ever had in his million years of life, head pillowed on Derek's bare chest with the sunlight streaming in through the window, warming his face. A slow smile spread itself over his lips as he looked up at Derek, the human still sleeping soundly, his features serene. In that moment, feeling like everything was perfect despite their lives falling apart around them, Stiles knew what he had to do. His smile became tinged with sadness as he pressed a kiss over Derek's heart, and slowly pulled away so as not to wake Derek. Stiles took the faintly glowing ring off his finger and slid it onto one of Derek's, watching it resize to fit him. Then he stood and dressed, before leaving the room with one last lingering look at the human that had unwittingly captured his heart.

 Derek was granted only a moment of morning after bliss, before it was shattered by the realization that the bed was empty and cold where Stiles had been lying with him. Derek opened his eyes, and saw no trace that Stiles had ever been there, but for the golden ring of light on his right ring finger.

Derek quickly got up and dressed, running out of the room. Melissa caught him downstairs, cooking breakfast. Scott was sitting at the table talking to her, looking tired. Melissa turned to smile at him, but it was strained, and Derek felt his eyes stinging again.

"Where is he?" he asked, fearing he already knew the answer.

"He said he had to finish this."

"Stiles gave you his halo," Scott said, eyes wide as he looked at Derek's hand, at the glowing ring Stiles had left as a reminder. The pain of his heart breaking was enough to bring tears to Derek's eyes. Stiles was trusting him to keep it safe, his most precious possession, his soul, and Derek knew that meant he didn't expect to come back to him.