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Today& #39;s prompt: going back to the time when Teen Wolf was cool because a very dear friend of mine asked me for Sterek adopting a pet 
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Stiles knew, perhaps better than anyone, that when Derek said no, he meant a big fat no, no. Kinda like a very authoritarian bouncer at a club who could deny your entrance with a mortifying look alone, or a parent who wouldnât let you have any more cookies before bed.
So when Derek said âfuck noâ that morning, Stiles should have left it at that. Taken the dog to the vet to check for any wounds or a chip and let the pros handle the rest since he wouldnât be able to keep her.
But to be fair, that morning, Stiles wasnât as attached to the pup.
âAlright, sweetie,â Stiles tugged on his jeans to crouch down over the puppy as if she would understand the words coming out of his mouth. âYouâre gonna have to work with me here. Iâm going to the store (...)
âAlright, sweetie,â Stiles tugged on his jeans to crouch down over the puppy as if she would understand the words coming out of his mouth. âYouâre gonna have to work with me here. Iâm going to the store (...)
(...) real quick, and youâre gonna have to be quiet the whole time. I wonât be long! Just getting you some food!â
The stray dog rolled on her back, tongue sticking out. Of course, she just wanted pets, not to hear the masterplan.
The stray dog rolled on her back, tongue sticking out. Of course, she just wanted pets, not to hear the masterplan.
âOh, youâŠâ Stiles cooed with all his heart, scratching her belly contentedly. How he had fallen in love so fast, was beyond him. He thought heâd only have room for one dog in his life, but alas, there he was, stroking another dogâs fur.
Maybe that was Derekâs problem; some territory thing, or whatever. Maybe having another canine around would threaten his stature as the big bad Alpha. As if this beautiful little girl could ever stand a chance against a werewolf. âDerekâs a big dum-dum, isnât he? Yes, he is!â
It pained Stiles immensely to leave the newfound pup alone at their place. His face felt sticky from all the licks and kisses he had received, and he couldnât wait to return for more. Derek shouldnât be back until late at night âhe always did that every now and then, the idiot
and forgot to warn Stiles as if he were just part of the furniture of their homeâ and until then, he would have to find a way to convince him that the best thing they could possibly do at the peak their relationship had reached was having a baby.
Since that wasnât doable, thank the Lord, it was time to have a pup!
He was hoping the trip to the pet shop would help him come up with some ideas on how to tell that to his boyfriend, but he had instead spent most of the time trying to decide if the dog
He was hoping the trip to the pet shop would help him come up with some ideas on how to tell that to his boyfriend, but he had instead spent most of the time trying to decide if the dog
would like the pink collar or the blue one. Gender roles didnât apply to cute ass pups, so he decided to buy the yellow one with paw prints. Also the food, a nice dual bowl and a squeaky toy!
The rest of the way home was to come up with the most brilliant name for the girl.
The rest of the way home was to come up with the most brilliant name for the girl.
When he opened the front door of his house, he was saluted with the brick wall that was the body of his boyfriend, Derekâs head slowly turning to look at him.
Ah, fuck.
The living room pillows had been completely ravished by the small teeth of the puppy, puffs of cotton (...)
Ah, fuck.
The living room pillows had been completely ravished by the small teeth of the puppy, puffs of cotton (...)
spread all across the carpet, puddles of what could possibly be piss, but he didnât want to think about that yet.
âAh. Honey. Youâre home.â Stiles leaned on the doorframe, stretching one of his widest smiles. Something in Derekâs eyes told him that the âsmiling his way out
âAh. Honey. Youâre home.â Stiles leaned on the doorframe, stretching one of his widest smiles. Something in Derekâs eyes told him that the âsmiling his way out
of an argumentâ technique wouldnât work this time around.
âWhy is the dog still here?â He simply asked, footsteps heavy as he paced across the room to reach behind the couch, pulling up the pup by the stretchy skin of the back of her neck. Stiles bit his lip, trying to (...)
âWhy is the dog still here?â He simply asked, footsteps heavy as he paced across the room to reach behind the couch, pulling up the pup by the stretchy skin of the back of her neck. Stiles bit his lip, trying to (...)
figure out how to go about explaining that he had directly gone against something his boyfriend had told him to do.
Well, it wasnât like he was going to be bossed around by a werewolf, anyway, that was part of their agreement coming into a relationship, but one of the
Well, it wasnât like he was going to be bossed around by a werewolf, anyway, that was part of their agreement coming into a relationship, but one of the
points that Stiles himself had included in that invisible, impalpable contract, was that big decisions were supposed to be made together. Having a pet was one of those big decisions.
The power of Derekâs green eyes gleamed over Stiles, eyebrow tilting,
The power of Derekâs green eyes gleamed over Stiles, eyebrow tilting,
urging him to start explaining and fast. âI uh⊠I went to get some stuff for Fetchââ
â... You named her âFetchâ?â
âPretty genius, right? So when we throw a stick or a toy, we get to sayââ Derekâs eyes bore holes into Stilesâ very soul and he might have trembled at that, (...)
â... You named her âFetchâ?â
âPretty genius, right? So when we throw a stick or a toy, we get to sayââ Derekâs eyes bore holes into Stilesâ very soul and he might have trembled at that, (...)
âRight. Right. Sorry. Uh. I just⊠Itâs like⊠she came to me, you know? Out of every stray dog out there, out of everyone she couldâve peed on in that park, it was me! Itâs like... she was meant to stay with us.â
âStiles, I told you I didnât want any pets.â
âStiles, I told you I didnât want any pets.â
âRight.â Shit. âYou did. But⊠I thought⊠we could talk about it.â
Fetch wiggled against Derekâs hold with a soft yelp that was barely a bark, and he was forced to change the hold on her, laying her on his forearm. It was an endearing sight, her tiny pink tongue leaving a (...)
Fetch wiggled against Derekâs hold with a soft yelp that was barely a bark, and he was forced to change the hold on her, laying her on his forearm. It was an endearing sight, her tiny pink tongue leaving a (...)
trail of kisses over Derekâs hairy arm.
âAw, see? She likes you already!â Stiles chuckled, flying across the room to grab the little animal by the ears, caressing her with gentle scratches behind her ears. âThatâs how she likes it too, you know! Right behind her cute (...)
âAw, see? She likes you already!â Stiles chuckled, flying across the room to grab the little animal by the ears, caressing her with gentle scratches behind her ears. âThatâs how she likes it too, you know! Right behind her cute (...)
little floppy ears!â
The silence reigned heavy between long pets and playful nibbles, the dogâs sharp tiny fangs barely scraping Stilesâ skin. Derek watched them attentively, gaze alternating between his arms and Stiles.
The silence reigned heavy between long pets and playful nibbles, the dogâs sharp tiny fangs barely scraping Stilesâ skin. Derek watched them attentively, gaze alternating between his arms and Stiles.
âShe does not sleep with us,â after what couldâve been a little portion of forever, Derek stated, firm as a rock. âAnd she has to learn to pee outside.â
âWhat? Really? Oh, fuck, really?â Stilesâ arms curled around his loverâs shoulders to smash as many kisses as he
âWhat? Really? Oh, fuck, really?â Stilesâ arms curled around his loverâs shoulders to smash as many kisses as he
possibly could against that bearded jawline and cheekbone, mindful of the little creature between them, âYouâre the best! I knew youâd like her, sheâs a total sweetheart! I already have like, one hundred pictures on my camera rollââ
