#puppy derek hale

[49311grayson]

[TW/Sterek] Pretty Please

Stiles: Please? For me?

Derek, confused: What are you doing with your face?

Stiles, blinking: Nothing. It's just my normal, innocent face. I'm not doing anything.

Derek, frown: Yes, you did. That look on your face. Don't.

Stiles, blinking quickly: Oh! You mean— THIS sad puppy look?

Derek, blushing: Nice try. I won't fall for that.

Stiles: C'mon Der bear, you know you love it and you can't resist.

Derek: No! You think if you say, “please, for me?” and give me that look, I’ll do exactly what you wa-

Stiles, blinking again: Please, for me?

Derek: Damn it! I'm gonna rip whoever taught you that into pieces.

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Scott： *sneezes*

[azraphels]

Stiles: From now on we will be using code names.

Stiles: You can address me as Eagle One.

Stiles: Malia is “been there done that”.

Stiles: Lydia is “currently doing that”.

Stiles: Derek is “it happened once in a dream”.

Stiles: Scott is “if I had to pick a dude”.

Stiles: And Theo is...

Stiles: Eagle Two

Theo: Oh thank God

[th30ra3k3n]

i will never not laugh at the fact that the older members of the mccall pack created a whole dating vortex within themselves.

[daylightdunbar]

is the teen wolf fandom even still here ? 😭

[theking-mustdie]

mason thirsting over every guy from the very start of his appearance is so me

[biggukuma]

A fanfiction or a series (my god, a series about this) in which Eli explains (in the voiceover for the series?) just how weird his family is.

Starting with Eli's many aunts and uncles, 3/4 of whom share no blood ties with him. ( Yes, the puppy pack is part of the Hale pack. Yes, Alec was Eli's babysitter. )

( Erica and Boyd would have twins about the same age as Eli. Why would that be? I have no idea. )

( For those who love Scott/Isaac/Allison, they would have 4 children. Yes, exactly, so that 3 of them would come from duos and the last one would come into the world thanks to the magic and presence of 3 DNAs. )

(The whole pack would not live in the huge mansion that is the Stilinski-Hale mansion. Thiam and Morey would have their own place. Sheriff would have refused to move in. )

Then his cousins, of all ages, each more unusual and annoying than the last. With whom he shares the same grimaces when they learn that most of their parents have gone out with each other.

( - Sweet Home Alabama-

- Shut up! )

His dziadzia, who had never been angry with him for ruining his wallpaper (he had every reason to be. They were horrible drawings-) and who had taught him to lie to his tata while making him promise never to lie, understood, you little rascal, when they went to get the greasiest order in the whole fast-food restaurant. And his babcia and his abuela and his abuelo and his tias and his tios and his primos and his primas he knew only in grave form.

Finally, his dads, who look like they hate each other half the time or would kill someone if it made the other half smile. His two dads who have criminal records but brunch with the station cops once a month. His two dads who are both biologically men and who have biologically managed to have a child together.

(Eli politely asks anyone who jokes about him being his parents' little shit to fuck off. His dads told him his tata had a C-section, okay ?!)

A fanfic or series in which we discover the famous Hale Pack that has risen from the ashes and is so feared and respected. Where we discover how Eli feels so alienated from the pack he loves and cherishes, so alienated from his family. How Eli feels he's not cut out to be the next Alpha of the pack. How certain Eli is that he'll never be anything like his incredible, powerful, famous dads, no matter how many times he's told he's the spitting image of Stiles or has Derek's eyes and sourwolf face.

Eli sees himself as the boring kid in this extraordinary family, the boring offspring of a rich heir to a famous werewolf pack, a bad boy with a tragic past in his youth, a DILF today with his dad's super skills, a fair and fierce true Alpha (alive and not DEAD) and an FBI agent as sarcastic as he is intelligent, a supernatural detective in his spare time, a fearsome spark, emissary and Alpha mate. Like the good old cliché of the character with no friends but his cousins and an overpowering entourage, so beloved and popular and so much more remarkable and interesting script-wise than he is.

(Perhaps Eli never could and never will be able to shift? Perhaps being human is in part the source of his fear.)

And being the good old cliché that he is, he apparently becomes interesting when he gets superpowers. (Stiles is not at all happy that the Nemeton has chosen him to be its guardian. In fact, no one in his family seems happy. Great.)

[littlewolfdunbar101]

Teen Wolf Head Canon's

Best Friend HCs: Corey and Brett are Theo's best friends Alec and Nolan would be best friends Chris and Peter are also best friends Isaac, Theo, and Jackson would get along

Random HCs: Greenberg is a Supernatural Peter is a really good cook

Family HCs: Liam's mother is named Jenna Liam's step-father is named David Erica and Boyd are Derek's children (Chris stole Isaac) Theo adopts Alec (and Nolan) Peter adopts Theo

Dead HCs: Erica and Boyd aren't dead, they're with Cora Brett and Lori survived Nobody truly stays dead because its Beacon Hills

[siriuslytiredofsatan]

Please note this is only my opinion as a very chubby person (feel free to prove me wrong with your own reasons in the comments).

Teen wolf characters who WOULD date chubby persons (and why):

~Derek hale- I feel like as a born wolf thing it wouldn't matter as much

~Malia- same as Derek but werecoyote

~Danny<3 bc he's the best

~Scott-he's a puppy who has love for everyone (especially early seasons)

~Liam- also a puppy

~Kira- she's so sweet

~Melissa<3

~Deucalion- man don't have a preference

~Chris- because I said so

~Ethan- would

~Boyd-was an outcast so wouldn't be judgemental

~Erica- similar to Boyd

~Noah<3

~Cora- same as Derek and Malia

~Isaac- puppy number 3

~Coach- respectful and disrespectful king at the same time

Teen wolf characters who would NOT date chubby persons (and why not):

~Stiles- regrettably after being in love with Lydia Martin his standards have been permanently raised

~Jackson- self explanatory

~Peter- also self explanatory

~Lydia- she has crazy high standards at the start may have mellowed out towards the latter seasons but still has standards she would keep

~Aiden- wouldn't 🤷🏻‍♀️

People I can't place:

Void

Allison

Theo

Jordan

[crumblekenobi]

don't get me wrong, i LOVE theo redemption fics. my favorite thiam fics are theo redemption oriented. HOWEVER. i need a fic where liam just. goes deranged. where they say fuck the mccall pack and fuck beacon hills. them going off the rails. violent delights with violent ends. give them the hannigram treatment

[heyokaooohshiny]

Here I am again with *thoughts*. Even though I can't watch the disaster of the teen wolf movie, I live on the crumbs of these two adorable marshmallow wolves and what it means to Sterek canon.

We all agree that Stiles is the other parent in this equation. For all of the reasons.

I digress.

So yes, Derek burned and went to nogitsune helly-hell. In my mind, and possibly confirmed by Derek's sparkly wolf poof(no kfc Peter here), I can't help but feel Derek's less dead and more in another place. It may be the bitterness talking, but Derek is a 'True Alpha' TM for five seconds,AND he's going to helly-hell to save everyone! He's already a better True Alpha than Scott McCall was over 7-ish seasons. In my brain, there is already a worthy spin-off where we have Spark Stiles and determined bb wolf Eli figuring out how to defeat the Nogi for good and get their real Alpha back.

Also, this...

[logicallyblind]

anyone got any wild/ funky teen wolf headcanons they wanna send me 👀👀 i need motivation to actually start working on my WIPs

[azraphels]

Peter: How do you tell someone you want to have sex with them in a polite way?

Stiles: Excuse me, Mama McCall and Mr. Argent, would you do me the honor of having sex with you?

Derek: What the fuck is wrong with you two?

[sapphireginger]

Summary:

When Peter’s fingers started carding through his hair, Stiles decided not to worry about anything else. He nuzzled against Peter who smiled softly at him, continuing to run his fingers through Stiles’s hair. Stiles liked that a lot and his head felt even more fuzzy in the best way. He had never felt that safe and protected.  

Bad Things Happen Bingo: De-Aging

@badthingshappenbingo​

🎉 Bingo #6!! 🎉

It had been a long week during which Stiles had turned eighteen and celebrated with the pack. He didn’t feel eighteen. He felt much older. 

During a pack meeting on a Friday afternoon after a long week, Stiles’s head felt heavy, and his thoughts grew fuzzy. He wasn’t tired per say, at least he didn’t think he was tired. He wasn’t sleepy. That was for sure, but it was a sort of bone deep exhaustion. 

The best way to describe it was that he was tired of being older. Stiles had never gotten the childhood he deserved and sometimes he wished he could go back and just be a kid. Sometimes he wished he could just let go and be little again. 

As the meeting wore on and finally ended with pizza and a movie Stiles blinked in confusion. “Could I maybe have mac n cheese?” 

The pack looks at him weirdly. 

“Oh um, please?” 

Nobody moved except Peter, who sat next to him. Stiles curled himself into a small ball and tucked himself against Peter’s side, his head tucked under Peter's chin.

Surprisingly Isaac spoke up first. “Sure! Is it okay if it’s Kraft or did you want some homemade mac n cheese?” 

Stiles smiled shyly. “Homemade, please?” 

Isaac grinned and nodded, heading to the kitchen. “I taught myself how to make a white cheese sauce. I think you’ll love it.” 

With a roll of his eyes, Scott called the pizza place to order pizza for everyone. He included a small Hawaiian pizza as Stiles’s usual. Stiles frowned slightly because Scott was wrong. Stiles didn’t like Hawaiian pizza anymore and he hadn’t since junior high. Still, he didn’t say anything, since Izzy was making him mac n cheese. He licked his lips and with a happy sigh melted against Peter more.

“Stiles?” 

Stiles looked over at Erica. “Catwoman!” He giggled and Erica smiled at him awkwardly. 

“What movie did you wanna watch? It’s your turn.” 

Stiles’s eyes widened and he beamed. “Can we watch ‘Punzel please?” 

The atmosphere was tense as the pack members exchanged looks. No one understood what was going on. Stiles didn’t understand what was wrong or why they were making faces. They said it was his turn. Did they not like ‘Punzel?

When Peter’s fingers started carding through his hair, Stiles decided not to worry about anything else. He nuzzled against Peter who smiled softly at him, continuing to run his fingers through Stiles’s hair. Stiles liked that a lot and his head felt even more fuzzy in the best way. He had never felt that safe and protected. 

Derek had been watching from his place in the recliner when it finally clicked for him. He realized what was happening. He knew that almost everyone would not understand, and he felt a fierce protectiveness swelling inside him. The scents around the alpha were not pleasant at all. 

While Stiles was smelling content and happy, the rest of the pack, excluding Peter, Isaac and himself, smelled like annoyance, confusion, anger–Scott–and frustration. Not to mention how uncomfortable they looked, and Derek was waiting for the inevitable moment when one of them would say something negative. He was sure it wouldn’t be long. Most of the time, he loved his pack and as alpha, it was his job to look out for all of them, but that didn’t mean he always  liked his pack.

He made eye contact with Peter before speaking. “Stiles?”

Amber eyes looked over at the alpha, his eyelids at half mast. “I is Miscuff,” he said softly, pushing his head into Peter’s fingers for more.

Derek smiled. “Okay, Mischief. What do you think about us going up to the entertainment room and having a puppy pile?” 

Stiles tilted his head as he looked at Derek and scrunched up his nose adorably. “Hm,” he hummed, narrowing his eyes in contemplation. “Who would come?” 

Derek leaned forward more in the chair, keeping his attention on his beta. “Who do you want to come cuddle with you?” 

The fox didn’t even hesitate to give his answer. “Pe’er Wo’f, Der-Bear an’ Izzy p’ease?” 

Isaac grinned from where he stood in the kitchen, making the mac n cheese. 

Derek nodded at Stiles. “Perfect. Thank you for telling me.” 

Peter whispered so only Stiles could hear. “Good boy, sweetheart. So good for telling us.” 

Stiles beamed at the praise. “Weally?” 

Peter nodded and guided Stiles upstairs, holding his hand the entire way up.

The alpha checked on Isaac before looking at the pack who were all shifting uneasily. “I know you all have questions, but you are not to ask them. This is a sensitive situation and—” 

Scott rolled his eyes. “He’s pulled this shit before. He just wants attention! It’s best to ignore it but noooooo you just had to give in.” 

“What the hell Scott?!” the alpha snapped, his eyebrows drawing together to match his frown. “What the hell is your problem?”

Scott growled, his eyes flashing yellow as he faced the alpha. “He has pulled that baby shit since his mom got sick. It’s just a cry for attention. Just you wait. He’ll milk it and then you will all look like fools. I’ll take great pleasure in saying I told you so.” 

Isaac gripped the wooden spoon he had been using to stir the sauce so tight his knuckles were white, and the wood groaned with his strength. “You’re an asshole, Scott.”

The beta smirked at the curly haired boy. “And you’re a schmuck.” He turned his attention to the rest of the pack. “Come on guys. Let’s blow this shitty pack night. We’ll go to Theo’s and party.” 

Everyone dispersed gladly and eagerly until it was just Isaac, Derek, Peter and Stiles remaining.

As the loft door rolled shut, Stiles peeked through the metal bars, tears falling. Scotty sounded so angry and annoyed, but Stiles didn’t understand why. He sniffled, drawing Derek’s attention. 

“Oh, baby.”

Stiles curled into a ball. “I sorry, Bear. I sowwy.” The words were much softer and more childlike. Derek exchanged a look with his uncle at the realization that the fox was starting to regress further. 

The alpha hurried up the stairs towards Stiles and scooped him up. “Don’t be sorry, baby. It’s okay. Don’t listen to their mean words. You just relax, okay?” 

Now nearly boneless in the alpha’s arms, Stiles nodded, hiccupping a sob and laid his head on Derek’s shoulder. 

In the back of his head, he idly felt his spark working to protect him. He decided not to worry or be big anymore. His spark and his alpha would keep him safe. The fox spark let Derek carry him into the playroom and chittered happily when they got settled, the amber eyed boy still in the alpha’s lap.

Isaac and Peter soon joined, the former bringing a bowl of his homemade mac n cheese. They all got settled, Isaac to Stiles’s right and Peter to his left. Unbeknownst to everyone else, Stiles’s spark took the memories from the members of the pack who were not in the house. 

“Here you go, Mischief,” Isaac said, handing the bowl to the fox.

Stiles beamed and leaned forward to kiss the boy’s cheek. “T’ank you Izzy!”

The beta blushed lightly, and scent marked the fox before settling again. “You’re welcome, kit.”

With a happy wiggle and content sigh, the fox started eating his Mac n cheese. “Izzy good!” He giggled when Isaac wiped his face with a napkin and kissed his temple. 

“Good. If you ever want more, you just let me know. Not all the time but sometimes, okay?” 

Stiles nodded and twisted to kiss Derek’s cheek with a smile. “Wuv you, Alfa.”

Before Derek could figure out a response, the fox crawled into Isaac’s lap as Peter pulled up Disney+ and selected Tangled. 

The three wolves curled around the spark and watched the movie, exchanging smiles when Stiles drifted off. The house was sealed with protective wards, and they all settled into their puppy pile, the wolves shivering as a wave of magic washed over them. It was familiar and soothing, as it was Stiles’s magic, which they knew would never harm them.

Peter stared down at the fox spark, as his fingers carded through chocolate locks, his nurturer side coming out full force. It reminded him of a happier time before the fire when he was the beloved uncle looking after all of the pack’s pups. When blue eyes met the deep green eyes of his nephew, he could feel the alpha’s pride and nostalgia, leading him to believe the man was remembering a happier time as well.

Derek began to relax and relished in the opportunity to protect and care for someone. Stiles trusted him as his alpha and as his friend. It was an honor and Derek would do everything in his power not to break that trust. 

Isaac cuddled the Little Stiles, feeling fiercely loyal and protective. He had a pretty good idea why Stiles went into a little headspace, and he had a feeling it would be a recurring thing. If Isaac had anything to say about it, Stiles would be getting all the mac n cheese his little fox heart could want. He scent marked the fox and buried his nose in the pale throat of the sleeping spark.

✨🦊🤍🦊✨

The next morning, Stiles was slow to wake as he nuzzled into Peter’s embrace with a soft hum. He was curled up between Isaac and Peter with the alpha curled around Isaac. Derek had a hand on Stiles’s arm, the wolves all needing to have contact with him in some way. The contentment radiating through their bonds was like a giant hug of warmth, love, safety, pack and family. Stiles felt so safe but the fuzziness was leaving his head and he began to grow more alert. The scent of embarrassment and confusion flooded the room, the wolves whining at the scent. 

Peter and Isaac sat up quickly and Derek pulled Stiles into his lap before the boy could spiral further.

“Shh. Breathe, Stiles. You’re okay.”

“I-I–” he croaked, his amber eyes flooding with tears.

Isaac whimpered and curled protectively around the fox’s back. “You’re okay, Stiles,” he whispered. 

The amber eyed boy slowly lost a little tension, his eyes finding Peter. He reached for him and flushed when the wolf gave him a soft smile. Derek let the fox be transferred to Peter’s lap, the alpha and Isaac forming a protective cocoon around the spark.

After a moment or two, Derek spoke again. “I know you’re confused, and we’ll explain but please remember you are safe. You are safe and so so so loved. Okay?” 

Stiles relaxed and nodded, knowing Derek was sincere and there was no lie in the alpha’s words. 

Peter smiled, echoing the sentiment. “So very safe and loved, Sweetheart.” 

Isaac grinned when Stiles looked at him next. “So very loved, Kit.” 

With that, the remaining tension and anxiety fled the spark’s body. He nodded and yawned, his eyes drooping slightly. “Thank you,” he whispered. “I-I think I understand what happened. Maybe anyway, but at the same time it would help to know what happened from your guy’s perspective.” 

The wolves agreed and took turns explaining what had happened the night before. Peter had been the first to sense something, but Isaac was the one who put it together first. Then Peter figured it out and lastly Derek. 

Peter wanted to ask about Scott’s bullshit behavior, but knew it wasn’t the time to do so. Sooner rather than later they would have to address it, but not yet. 

Each of the three wolves understood because of their own experiences, different though they may be, they were similar. None of them needed to be little but they didn’t judge Stiles for needing it. 

They spent the morning working together to come up with a plan.

“So, I can come here and be little?” Stiles asked, biting his lip.

All three wolves smiled and nodded in confirmation. 

Derek hesitated but then spoke firmly. “If you’d like, you can have a room and maybe stay here?”

Amber eyes widened, but a soft hopeful smile formed on his face at the offer. “Yeah?”

“Of course, Stiles. You’re pack,” the alpha replied with conviction.

Isaac’s phone buzzed and when he checked it, he had to hold back a snarl.

[Scott] Hey man! Gaming day. You down?

“How can he just act like nothing happened?” the beta snapped.

Stiles’s scent thickened with guilt and then he shrugged, a smug scent infiltrating the guilt. “They don’t remember last night.”

The three wolves blinked in surprise. “What do you mean?” the alpha asked.

“My spark showed me when I was sleeping. It made them forget so that I would be safe.”

It was a relief to the alpha and the betas, knowing this part of Stiles would stay between them and they would be able to keep him safe when he was in that mindset. 

The rest of the day was spent lounging around the pack house. Isaac demanded cuddles with the fox after telling Scott no thanks to a gaming day. Stiles wasn’t complaining. He loved cuddling with Izzy. The way he felt protected and safe, made his head grow fuzzy again. This time he let it take over as easy as breathing.

That night, they had another puppy pile, this time watching Fox and the Hound. Stiles curled up in the center of the pile, surrounded by his wolves. The fuzziness in his head was heavy like a weighted blanket and he slipped into sleep knowing he was safe, loved and protected. 

None of the wolves expected to wake up in the morning with Stiles gone. Then again, he wasn’t really gone per say, just smaller. A lot smaller.

Amber eyes, much too big for the small face peered up at them from his place under the blanket in which he was now swimming in.

Peter was the one to move the blanket aside and the three wolves gasped in shock and awe. 

“Wat wong, Pe’er wolv?” the fox asked.

A small pressure on their minds startled the wolves as the magic hummed softly. Stiles had been so strong for so long and this was the goddess Selene’s gift to the young fox spark. When he wished, she would aid him in becoming a child again, so long as he became his present age when necessary. She also entrusted his wellbeing to the alpha, and the two betas. 

The knowledge that the shift was a blessing from Selene made Peter smile as he scooped up the fox spark, who was now four, both physically and mentally. “Nothing is wrong, dear heart. Nothing at all.”

It was true. Nothing was wrong and if they were honest, the three wolves were excited to be protectors and caregivers. They were also humbled by the trust placed in them by not only the fox spark but the Moon Goddess, Selene, herself.

[mikhardwheat]

Young delusional me thought it would've been nice to get a s7 Puppy Pack edition or a Puppy Pack movie - as a funny little thing second generation of the main cast could've given us, because the energy (and the premise) was there. Can be just me with my Thiam brainrot, sure, they tried to hit the original series' fanbase. Failed miserably by making the worst possible plot choices, btw.

But now a slightly older delusional me is deeply in denial of this... whatever this is. Should've worded my Birthday wishes better, I guess.

[nenehyuuchiha]

Is this weird that I want to call a big grow up man baby girl and boop his nose?

derek and his cozy thumb-hole shirt 🥺🥺