#hale pack

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.

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...

Jackson, Lydia, the Argents, and the Hales are pretty well off. Danny isn't as rich but he's still middle class comfortable.

Boyd, Erica, and Isaac are from less well off families but they get used to Derek buying things for them.

Meanwhile Scott and Stiles are still just poor.

Scott has a job and makes his own money but he still spends most of it helping his mom. What little he has left, he spends on Allison.

Stiles' dad won't let him get a job so he can focus on school. He used to tutor sometimes but only when he was saving up for someone's birthday. Then when all the supernatural stuff started he was too busy to do that.

I just imagine that there's a new big bad in town and they need magic stuff to defeat it, so Derek gives his card to Stiles and has him go buy whatever magical supplies they need.

Stiles ends up going all around town for herbs and things and eventually one of the stores is in a mall or something and at this point he's super hungry. He has to pass through the food court on the way out and gives in to his hunger.

He stops at McDonald's and is only planning on buying a burger from the dollar menu but the cashier tells him that they have a special going on and he can upgrade to a large meal and save $2, so he gets the meal.

It's only 5 bucks and some change but then the cashier asks him if he wants to round up to $6 for St. Judes charity and he doesn't want to seem like a bad person so he does that too.

He moves to the side as he waits for his food but then he starts talking to the cashier(he's the only one in line). Eventually she tells him that she's saving up her tips so she can buy a new backpack for her younger sister.

She tells him about how her sister was upset about only getting hand-me-downs and wanted a new backpack for school but their parents couldn't afford it.

He gets his food and tips her $5.

When he gets back to the loft he hands Derek his card back and anxiously mentions that an extra charge might come through on his card.

Scott immediately turns toward them and looks concerned.

Derek tenses up and says, "How much."

Stiles bites his lip like he doesn't want to say but Derek gives him the judgy brows so Stiles just hangs his head and announces, "Eleven dollars...".

Scott gasps. "Eleven dollars!? Dude...."

Stiles is just like, "I know, I know, I didn't mean to.." he quickly stumbles through an explanation and ends it with, "I'll pay you back, I'm sorry."

Scott is disappointed but doesn't want Derek to kill his best friend so he jumps in and offers to pay for it.

"I get paid on Friday, I can pay you back then..." He turns to look at Derek and gives his best puppy eyes.

Stiles just stays with his head down, fiddling with his fingers.

Everyone else in the room is a mix of confused and amused.

Derek is mostly confused, and is like "It's fine. You don't have to pay me back. It's just eleven bucks."

Stiles' head pops up and both him and Scott give Derek matching shocked faces.

"JUST!?" Stiles is guffawed.

Jackson pipes up. "You know he's like super rich right?"

Scott and Stiles turn to him with confused looks.

Peter steps in super casually. "Anything less than fifty dollars doesn't even count as an expenditure."

Stiles and Scott look at each other equally baffled at that statement.

The richer parts of the pack are equally as baffled that anyone thought eleven bucks was a lot. Erica, Boyd, and Isaac are a little more understanding but still very amused.

After that the pack start spending money on each other a lot more. At first they mostly spend it on Stiles or Scott just to see the anxious look in their eyes but then it gradually shifts to spending it on everyone.

Also after that incident, Allison realizes how meaningful it is for Scott to pay for most of their dates despite not having a lot of money and starts trying to pay instead. They have many arguments over it but also fall more in love with each other every time.

Derek endlessly showers Stiles in gifts to prove to himself that he can provide for his mate. As soon as Stiles looks at or even mentions something, Derek immediately buys it for him. Stiles is very annoyed by this but equally as grateful for it.

He tries to give back to Derek by doing things for him like cooking and cleaning but Derek misunderstands and thinks that Stiles figured out his feelings and is accepting his courtship.

(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?”

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*

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."