the chaosprecept

improtant meets unimportant half way with crazy and me, adding one's two cents

[sparassiss]

derek loves stiles for a million reasons and he will protect him until the ends of the earth. because that’s his stiles, that’s his mate, but also this is the one person he still has, and that he cares about most in the universe. everyone else has died or left him or tricked him. stiles is everything. derek puts all his trust and love and gratitude and emotion into stiles, and it hurts, and it’s scary because all that could be taken away in an instant. if stiles becomes just like the others, if derek loses him.

so it’s a lot to put on a person but derek can’t help it, he can’t help how deep his love for stiles goes, how passionately and possessively he cares about him. it’s hard to let the boy out of his sight, because that’s when the fear gets stronger, and when they come back together derek embraces him like he has no intention of ever letting go again, because he doesn’t. he’s sunk his claws into stiles and stiles went willingly, lovingly, easily.

with all that derek’s lost, stiles is his anchor, the one thing he still has for himself, keeping him tethered and afloat, and each time his eyes land on stiles is almost a moment of disbelief that he is here with him, alive, safe. his.

it’d be safer to push stiles away, keep him at a distance in case derek’s the one who ends up getting him hurt, or worse, in the end. but derek can’t bear to do that to stiles or himself, since there’s no one else he trusts to take care of stiles or keep him safe. no, derek has to be the one to be there, arms wrapped around stiles, gentle claws pressing against his skin to protect him, mark him as his own, hide him from the rest of the world.

stiles is derek’s, and derek will keep him safe forever, no matter the cost. his whole world is stiles, and that’s all he needs.

[puppyloveandpredators]

Whatever you do, don't think about full shift Derek picking up Stiles by the hood of his hoodie like a scruff and dragging him around like a puppy

[everythingfox]

Surprise

(via)

[sparassiss]

kid stiles who has a wolf plushie his mom gave him. he carries it around everywhere and talks to it nonstop. he plays imaginary games where it comes to life as a big wolf and protects him from the bullies at school, curls around him when his mom dies.

in his head the wolf talks back to him and stiles convinces himself he's real. they play hide and seek in the backyard and stiles pets him at night and reads him his own favorite story before snuggling up to him.

one day stiles is walking home from school and some guy starts following him. stiles is scared but he has his plush wolf in his backpack. he goes to take it out to hold it but it's not there. before he can panic, a large black wolf suddenly appears in front of him on the sidewalk, baring its teeth and growling at the stalker.

stiles isn't afraid. instantly he knows, that's his sourwolf come to life.

[puppyloveandpredators]

… I got inspired

[wulfnerd]

Teen Wolf ☾ Pack Mentality

[secretzofdarkness]

A fidgeting wolf

In a Hale family;

Since the very first moment Derek figured out how to get his claws out, he started fidgeting. With time, it became a nervous habit: he would dig his claws into the dinner table, into the corridor walls, into his and Laura's toys. His father would spend hours trying to sew all the little holes his son made in his jeans and shirts.

It was a cute funny tic for a cute funny little werewolf—until it became a problem. Derek couldn’t always control his claws; it was an unconscious action, like hair-twirling or nail-biting. But it was dangerous. Talia couldn’t risk her family’s safety. Not with hunters around. It was important for a werewolf to always keep control, to have an anchor, to look human. So she intervened.

First she tried to help him gain total control over his wolf, but she soon understood that it was hard to teach control to a 6 year-old. So she changed her tactics. She knew she was being harsh on her baby, but she needed to be cautious. The instructions she gave him were simple:

Don’t use your hands when talking.

Put them in your pockets when you’re not using them.

Close your fists when you’re anxious.

Years passed, and Derek learned to rein in his wolf, to keep a fierce grip on his anchor, to hide his hands in his pockets. Still, when he feels anxious, tired, or comfortable (and there’s no one around to judge him), he plays with his claws—piercing his cushions and scratching his walls. It is as entertaining as it was when he was young. It is one of the last things that reminds him of his family, and not of the fire—a fidgeting habit that makes him feel normal, that makes him feel safe.

(credits to the owner of the picture, though I have no idea who that is)

[secretzofdarkness]

Sterek short (continuation) – "A Wood-Wolf"

Derek is always fidgeting with his claws. When he’s bored, he tends to carve miniature animal sculptures. He’s always done it—in tree trunks, in small pieces of wood, in doors, tables, everywhere. Anything made out of wood is good enough for Derek’s claws to carve into.

However, this habit is so natural to him now that he usually carves little figures for hours, just to completely forget about them once they’re finished. And he NEVER reacts to it, which drives Stiles absolutely crazy. How could anyone—human or not—work for hours on something just to discard it once it’s done?

Stiles has seen Derek carve things into tree branches while they wander through the woods looking for the new creature of the week, or in the old Hale house while the pack trains in the ruins.

He’s seen him putting thought and effort into the tiny bear features, into the eagle’s wings, into the roots of tiny carved trees. And still, once they’re done, they’re dropped.

It was scandalous, throwing those mini sculptures around. And the worst part was that no one seemed to notice. No one except Stiles. So he took matters into his own hands. He saved those little wooden wolves, flowers, moons, and triskelions.

It was his job now: to steal glances at Derek’s work and rescue it once it was dumped.

After a few weeks, Stiles’ drawer was full of wood art. He had to admit at some point that he loved the little statues. He loved the litte pine wolf howling. He loved the sleeping oak fox. He adored the maple micro moon phases. And they deserved a better place than a dirty drawer. So he got a shelf (which he installed himself) and displayed his entire woodcraft collection.

Maybe he should have realized that a shelf was not the best way to hide his thieving behavior—especially not from a werewolf with privacy issues. It was only a matter of time before Derek ventured into his room one night and found his own creations arranged like a shrine.

Yeah, not one of his brightest moments.

And if, after that, Derek’s sculptures started to randomly appear in Stiles’ bedroom or in easy-to-access places (instead of on the preserve ground, covered in mud and dead leaves), then… well, that was between Stiles, his wood sculptures, and a certain Sourwolf who liked to fidget with his claws.

He still took care of the carved sculptures.

[larry-is-my-anchor1]

It’s interesting to me the entire first season Stiles who was trying to support new werewolf Scott, and was worried Derek was truly evil because of superstitious beliefs. But in the back of his mind he was trying to also figure out Derek. The scene between him and Argent where this 16 year old son of a sheriff tells the hunter to his face that his sister killed an entire family of werewolves for no reason took a lot of balls. And Derek was so grateful that someone believed him. That scene where Stiles and him are at the nursing home and Derek is in disbelief that this kid just continues to believe in him. Stiles misses the first game he would be able to play at for Derek is very emotional. It’s also emotional that Derek went head to head with his uncle to defend Stiles. Just as he defended Stiles from the Kenima and Isaac. Or stopping Stiles from using electrode pads. Stiles always believed in him. And Derek never stopped protecting Stiles.

[theseusmoon]

Y'all remember that one moment in Teen Wolf, just after the crew recused Lydia from Echo house and their in the jeep in their way to the vet clinic snd Lydia screams and Stiles' ears start to bleed? Y'all remember that?

Well, I have a h/c that afterwards, Stiles became someone with hearing issues. Sorta like soldiers who are too close to bombs. I imagine he would have a constant ringing in his ears. Not super loud, something he drowns out with music well enough(the music has to be BLASTING). But with his ADHD, whenever he isn't listening to music, he kind of just, can't really hear properly.

I also feel like he would refuse any form of treatment. Mostly because he's stubborn, but also because he feels like he needs to make up for his lack of injuries, compared to the rest of the group.

[segamascott]

[melioristicbeast]

His hand was warm, fingers trailing through his hair. Then again, it was always warm. “It’s getting long again,” Derek murmured softly. “Is that a problem?” “An observation.” There was a comfort in his voice, soft and relaxed. It made Stiles’ heart lighter every time he thought of how much it took to get here. How many nights were filled with pain and struggle and nightmares. “Will you shave it for me?” asked Stiles as he tapped his fingers against his chest. “If you want, but not right now.” Stiles smiled in agreement, barely moving at all. “Not right now.”

Ficlet by the incredible @renmackree ❤︎⁠❤︎

Thinking about these two getting married as less of a belief in the institution of marriage and more a chance to put a visible stake on each other in every single way that they can 💭💭 Which got me thinking about other ways to mark each other - particularly bites and tattoos (and tattoos of bites, in derek's case 😌)

Stiles' tattoo is inspired by mare.blk whose work was also the inspiration in this one (:

[available on redbubble!]

[daisybeats]

@puppyloveandpredators requested a drabble based on the word bald. I literally have no idea wtf this is but I laughed writing it! Hope you enjoy!

~~~~~~

Derek Hale had been called many things in his life.

Monster.

Alpha.

Grumpy.

Emotionally constipated.

Stiles had a list that was somehow still growing.

But he had never been called bald.

Until today.

“Derek.”

"Please don't.”

Stiles blinked. “I haven’t even said anything.”

“You’re looking at me like you’re about to say something annoying.”

“That’s because I am.”

Derek sighed and continued chopping vegetables. “What is it?”

Stiles walked around the kitchen island, studying him carefully.

“You know, I never noticed before.”

Derek slowly lowered the knife.

“Noticed what?”

“That you’re basically one bad haircut away from being bald.”

The kitchen went silent.

Peter, sitting at the table drinking coffee, immediately looked interested.

“Oh, this should be good.”

Derek stared at Stiles.

“I’m sorry?”

Stiles waved his hands. “No, no, hear me out. I’m not saying you’re bald. I’m saying you have the energy of someone who could be bald.”

Peter nodded thoughtfully. “He does.”

Derek looked between them. “Why are you both like this?”

“Because,” Stiles explained, “you have the whole intimidating, brooding, emotionally unavailable thing going on. Bald men in movies always have that vibe.”

“I have hair.”

“Currently.” Stiles laughs.

Derek’s eyes narrowed.

Peter leaned forward. “I have to admit, I’m curious. What would Derek look like bald?”

“Peter.”

“I’m just asking.”

“You’re imagining it.” Derek accuses.

“I absolutely am.”

Stiles grinned. “I think he’d still look terrifying.”

“Thank you,” Derek said.

“Like a villain who owns a very expensive car and tells everyone he doesn’t care about anyone.”

Derek stared.

“That’s literally just me now.”

“Exactly. You’d just have less hair.”

Peter laughed so hard he nearly choked on his coffee.

Derek looked betrayed. “You’re enjoying this.”

“Immensely.”

Stiles walked over and wrapped his arms around Derek from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder.

“For the record,” he said, suddenly softer, “I would still love you if you were bald.”

Derek relaxed slightly.

Then Stiles added, “I’d just buy you a bunch of tiny hats.”

The relaxation disappeared.

“Stiles.”

“Little ones. Ones that make your head look huge.”

“I’m leaving.”

“You live here.”

“Then I’m emotionally checking the fuck out.”

Peter smiled into his coffee.

After years of knowing Derek, after watching him lose everything and rebuild himself piece by piece, Peter never thought he’d see the day someone could make Derek look genuinely defeated.

Not by claws.

Not by hunters.

Not by enemies.

By the terrifying power of Stiles Stilinski and a hypothetical lack of hair.

“Honestly,” Peter said, shaking his head, “I think the bald jokes might be the most dangerous thing you’ve ever survived.”

Derek looked at him.

“Whose side are you on?”

Peter considered.

“Stiles’.”

“Traitor.” Derek mumbled.

And Derek, despite everything, smiled.

[maximoffwanda]

[the-mother-of-lions]

— excerpts of a fic i’ll never write

[lisatries1]

delicious angst 🤌✨

[dailyderekhale]

[suis0u]

They killed his family and his future. They killed innocents with no mercy, with lies to protect humans from a greater threat. They almost killed the boy too.. Peter has found him in the room next to his nephew, who barely was alive anymore, his body mostly burned and poisoned with aconite. The boy was in coma too, a bullet in the head which should have killed him. But Peter could feel the magic underneath the pale skin. The boy would heal and he would live and he would help him… to take vengeance for what was taken from him.  _______________________________________________________________

And so starts the big, dark, ugly vengeance road trip with these both. 

In my thoughts, Stiles family was part of the innocents who were killed, because they knew about the Hales, about the supernatural and were part of this world too, like Stiles got his magic from his mother. Derek would actually wake up again one day, after years, but his body would still show a lot of burn scars which would never heal. It’s likely that Peter will die in the end of that trip, because the rage and hate and his desire for vengeance will slowly eats him inside.

I actually found a fanfiction while working on that artwork, which is a little bit similar from the idea. “What Goes Around” by @gingersnapwolves.

For the mood. 

[shallswrites]

Murder, He Wrote

mklutz

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1565783

Summary:

And that was how Stiles accidentally became a New York Times bestselling author.