#amaslari

Kind of. 

"Why do you smell like Beta." Derek states. 

Stiles, even in his defensive state, chuckles, "Ahhh I see that you and question marks are still broken up." He raises his head and narrows his eyes, "What do you mean Beta?" 

But he's already lost Derek, because Derek is staring at what Stiles is holding protectively to his chest. A dog. 

Not just any dog mind you. A puppy. 

"Stiles." Derek growls, "Why is there a dog in here." 

"Ah. That." Stiles's smell starts to turn from scared to anxious. Derek kind of misses it. "Well, he was outside, whimpering in a corner, and some raccoon had just stolen his bread which in my mind is a travesty to this poor defenseless creature, so I decided to bring him here because my dad's allergic to me having any form of animal since the hamster incident and..." 

Derek's ears perked at Stiles's hesitation. Stiles never hesitates while in a tangent. 

Stiles blushes and closes his eyes, "Ithoughtyoumightgetlonely." 

Derek's eyebrows shot up. Stiles thought he'd get...lonely. He was looking out for him. That was actually...

Really sweet. 

"Thanks." He grunts out. 

Stiles looks up at him and shoots off the ground, "Hey no problem. Do you maybe wanna hold your new friend?" 

Derek looks to the small puppy in Stiles's hands and he outright melts. It's a new puppy, although he must've just been weaned off his mom. It appeared to be a mutt, but it was obvious that he was the offspring of some type of beagle. 

Derek was already in love. 

But he couldn't show that to Stiles. He was the Alpha. Alphas do not melt at adorable puppies. 

Even if they wanted too. 

Derek grunted out a negative and glared at Stiles until he got the hint. 

Of course, he didn't. 

"What? C'mon, Derek, not even mighty werewolves are above cuteness like this." He gestured with his free hand to the now waking up puppy and good god it just yawned. 

Derek growled and pointed to his sofa, "Just....put him down and get out." 

"Fine fine." Stiles sighed and walked to the sofa. Carefully, he set the dog down onto the middle cushion and brushed his head a little with his fingers. 

Derek did not swoon. He was above it. 

Stiles straightened and turned to leave, but before he did he hesitated at the door. 

"It'll get better, man." Stiles whispered, still facing away from Derek. Before he could respond, though, Stiles left, pulling the door shut behind him. 

Derek rolled his shoulders and went to his sofa. The puppy was still waking up, stretching its limbs and giving a tiny little growl. Slowly, Derek let his hand down and the dog immediately tackled it with gusto. He licked and chewed on Derek's outstretched fingers and scratched lightly at Derek's palm. 

Derek smiled and brought the dog to his chest, feeling its warmth spread until it became a physical feeling. 

He felt a buzz in his pocket and he dragged his phone out. There was one message. 

From: Annoyance

His name's Amadeus.