#hale pack

[incorrectsterekquotes]

this happened Lydia told me in a dream

[unholyfudgebiscuits]

Stiles getting hurt in a fight for the umpteenth time and Derek finally has enough. He demands Stiles show up next pack night to start training with the betas. Of course he can’t do everything but he should at least learn how to fucking dodge.

Stiles gets there, dressed in his track suit, a pencil standing next to Boyd but smiling, just happy to be included. Derek has to reign in a sigh before motioning Jackson forward. “You’re going to spar with Stiles.”

Jackson looks insulted.

“I could sit on him and break him in half.”

“You’re not going to touch him. It’s a lesson in restraint for you too. You learn to pull yourself back. You so much as nick him you’re running the preserve 10 times.” Jackson grumbles, rolling his eyes but getting into a fighting stance.

Stiles stands in front of him.

“Stiles… just don’t get hit. Get a feel for how he moves and move the opposite direction.” Derek instructs.

“Can I hit him?” Stiles asks and Jackson snorts.

“I’d literally pay you for every hit you can land.” Jackson taunts. Stiles is still looking at Derek though, waiting for permission and Derek waves at him in agreement. If that was the attitude Jackson wanted to have, Stiles is welcome to try.

Stiles nods before mimicking Jackson’s stance.

“You guys, I don’t think this is a good idea…” Scott murmurs worriedly.

“Relax, I’m not going to hurt your token human.” Jackson growls.

“That’s not what I mean…” Scott grumbles but Jackson pulls his arm back and takes the first swing and Stiles is suddenly gone.

Derek blinks in astonishment, watching Stiles sidestep off to Jackson’s right and then spinning so he’s behind him. Jackson stumbles forward in shock and Stiles’ foot kicks his knee in, causing a loud grunt of pain to be heard from the beta.

“How much money per hit?” Stiles asks, semi- serious as Jackson’s eyes glow and he whips around only for Stiles to be standing opposite him again. “Are we talking new Mac book prices or a slurpee at the 7/11?”

“What the fuck…” Erica gasps in disbelief.

“You guys. I don’t think you understand-” Scott tries once more only for Jackson to roar angrily and dart forward again.

“Jackson!” Derek demands only to watch as Stiles moves into his space this time. Lifting his forearm and rolling Jackson’s elbow up and out of the momentum of the punch. It’s fluid, quick, and then the human is using the force of Jackson’s own body, bringing his palm up and letting the beta ram himself into the heel of his palm.

Jackson’s gasps for air as hand meets solar plexus and he crumbles down to his knees. The preserve goes quiet in shock. The only sounds are Jackson’s choking breaths.

“I tried to tell you guys… Noah had him take karate classes since he was 5… Chris has been training him since the Nogitsune. He spars with Parrish whenever he’s at the station…Did you all really think he’s been able to keep pace with werewolves and take literal hits from us because he was lucky?” Scott asked in amusement.

“B-But he always gets hurt!” Isaac cries out in indignation.

“So do we all! He just doesn’t heal immediately after so it always looks worse. If you all think about it though. He actually gets hit the least out of all of us, even when he’s in the thick of it.” Stiles doesn’t say anything just looks over at Derek and gives him a wink.

Derek has never been more turned on in his life.

[takaraphoenix]

*loud crash down the hall in the school*

Stiles: Nope.

Scott: ???

Stiles: Not my circus, not my monkeys. We got lacrosse practice to get to.

Erica, down the hall: WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY ABOUT MY BOYFRIEND?

Stiles, eyes tightly closed: ...Might be my circus...

Boyd, also down the hall: Erica, it's oka--What did you just call her? *loud growl*

Isaac: *snarling*

Stiles, defeated: ...Definitely my monkeys...

Scott: I'll tell coach that you'll be late.

[lungbarrowoakdownobsessedbitch]

Stiles just breaking in to all the Packs houses.

(The loft)

Stiles: “Oh hi! Didn’t know you were in, don’t mind me!”

Derek: “???”

(Scott’s.)

Stiles: “do you have a plaster I can have? I cut up my finger making dinner and we don’t have any.”

Melissa: “stiles! Oh my god. Why do you- what do you mean you cut up your finger?!? Let me see!”

(The Argents)

Stiles: “don’t shoot me! I just need to borrow some mountain ash.”

Chris, knows for a fact that he set traps in case someone did manage to get through his security. Knows that this boy should be dead because of said traps: “how…”

(Peters)

Peter: “do I want to know how you got a copy of my key?”

Stiles: “probably not! Do you still have that book on druid rituals?”

Peter: “…yes it’s in my room, I’ll go get it for you. Have you eaten today?”

[witchoftomorrow]

Yk those videos where people look back at being raised by young parents and they're like: "bro, you were 19, I should not have taken your seriously." I feel like that would be the Hale pack looking back at Derek as their Alpha.

Eli: How old were you when Peter turned Scott?

Derek: A lot older than you. Stop stalling and go do your homework.

Isaac: How old were you, really?

Stiles: (The only one that knows Derek's actual age after looking through police reports, besides Peter) Dude, this is about to be good. Someone get me some popcorn.

Boyd: Let the kid do his homework.

Erica: (Already texting Stiles and he only gave her a smirk in answer) You know, I think Eli would love to hear about that time we lost him in the woods for three hours.

Derek: (Gritting his teeth together but too tired to even argue) Fine.

Derek: (Rubbing his forehead as they all stare at him and Stiles has an annoying fun glint on his eyes) I was...

Erica: Just spill out, old man.

Derek: I was nineteen.

The whole pack: *silence*

Erica: We should not have been listening to your ass.

Boyd, Stiles, Isaac and Eli: *nodding together*

Eli: Wait. What you mean you guys lost me?

[timetosuitup]

The Hale pack being really fed up with Stiles doing stupid and reckless shit, always putting his own life in danger—to the point where Stiles himself is like, "Okay, you know what. Fair. I'm sorry guys. What can I do to redeem myself?"

They grin amongst themselves. "Actually, Stiles," Derek says. "There might be one thing. You know what wolves really love to do?"

"Um...No?"

"We love to chase."

Stiles gulps cartoonishly. "O-okay—OKay."

"Tell you what," Derek says, poker face and all, "We'll give you a ten-minute head start. You start running. See who catches you first."

And Stiles, because he's a reckless idiot but also desperately wants to belong, just nods seriously, eyes wide—already feeling a little bit nauseous. "Okay, I'll do it."

"Great," Derek says, and pats his butt playfully. "Off you go."

Stiles runs like...well—like he's being chased by a pack of wolves.

"Look at him go," Peter says, amused.

Cora, Erica, and Isaac double over in laughter.

Boyd makes a comment about Stiles being an idiot, but kind of a lovable one.

"Alright," Derek says. "You guys go back to the house. I'll make sure he doesn't get lost."

He catches up to him, pins him against a tree, and kisses his stupid, reckless idiot.

“Is it weird that I—um. Kinda enjoyed being chased a little bit?” Stiles asks.

Derek just looks at him, amused. "It's not weird. It's insane, Stiles."

"Hey! You love me, you asshole."

Derek kisses him again and buries his face in his neck. "I love you."

[inravenroux]

hale pack betas :3

[poly-hebdo]

tfw ur alpha looks like living sunshine