imagine-sterek:

1:

Derek stood in the foyer of the police station, his hands in his pockets, watching as Stiles staggered and swayed between the desks.
Stiles face lit up in a bright smile when he saw Derek, running into the man’s arms and snuggling his face into Derek’s chest.
Derek rolled his eyes. “Why do I keep bailing your drunk ass out of jail?”
“Because you love me.”

2:

Derek looks down at the fluffy grey wolf onesie and matching slippers. He shot Stiles a glare, not a menacing one but one that made it perfectly clear his was tired of Stiles’ shit. 
“Why do I put up with you?” he muttered under his breath.
“Because you love me.”

3:

“No, Stiles, we’re not having pizza for dinner three nights in a row. You’re luck I said yes to two nights in a row, and that was only becasue I was too tired to cook.”
“But, Derek~” Stiles whined, pouting.
“Stiles, no,” Derek said firmly. “Two nights was bad enough, why would we have pizza three nights in a row?”
“Because you love me?”
“Fine,” Derek agreed reluctantly.

4:

Derek stood at the doorway, looking at Stiles who was sitting cross-legged on the floor with a guilty look on his face. Three puppies pranced about him, playing with each other: swatting at each other with their little paws and tipping off balance and falling on their sides before looking around, confused. One of the puppies retreated into the cradle of Stiles’ lap, curling up against his leg and resting his head against Stiles’ knee as he drifted off to sleep.
Derek drew in a deep breath and looked at Stiles. “Give me three reasons as to why we should keep them.”
“They were abandoned and they deserve a good home,” Stiles started, before adding, under his breath, “Besides, you’ve got a habit of picking up strays.”
“The strays I pick up are toilet trained,” Derek pointed out. “Reason 2?”
“They’re adorable,” Stiles said softly, reaching for one of the two that were playing in front of him. He picked them up and held them up for Derek to see. “How can you say no to this face?”
Derek fought the urge to smile and cave to Stiles’ wishes. He had to stay strong.
“And three?” he prompted.
“Because you love me.”

5:

Derek swung his legs over the edge of the bed and dragged his hand down his face.
Stiles let out a tired moan behind him, the sheets rustling as Stiles crawled over to his side and wrapped his arms around Derek’s waist. 
“Stay,” Stiles muttered tiredly.
“I have work, Stiles,” Derek said softly, laying his hand atop Stiles’.
“Stay,” Stiles repeated insistently.
“Stiles,” Derek started.
“You’re the boss. Call in sick, take the day off, go in late, just please stay,” Stiles pleaded. He crawled up onto his knees and leant over Derek’s shoulder. “Because you love me?”
Derek let out a soft sigh and pressed a kiss to Stiles’ temple. “Okay,” he whispered.

1:

Stiles looked down at the small silver ring, nestled among the black velvet lining of the small box in his hands. His ears rang with the sound of beeping machines that measured his racing heartbeat. He swallowed hard, his mouth dry.
An hour ago, he was in a car crash, and now he’s here with a ring his his hand and Derek looking at him as if he were the sky and the stars.
“But… why?” he rasps. “Why would you want to marry me?”
Derek’s eyes softened, a soft smile lifting the corners of his lips as he whispered, “Because I love you.”