@imagine-sterek Its the middle of the night and I’m bored as hell so here’s a midnight ramble ❤
Alright so Stiles drags Derek to a costume party one of the frats on campus are having and the werewolf is extremely reluctant to go because Stiles wants them to dress up as each other and really Stiles? Thats the best you can do? Costumes of each other? Are you kidding me? But Stiles just rolls his eyes and says “its either that or we go dressed up as superman and batman” so Derek groans but eventually agrees because Stiles is looking at him with those stupid Bambi eyes and Derek wants to punch his stupidly beautiful face for being so evil.
In the end Derek gets dressed up in jeans, converse, a random T-shirt, and a red flannel shirt he didn’t even know he had. He feels rediculous. Flannel is Stiles’ thing for a reason! Derek can’t pull off flannel okay? (At least that’s what he thinks but Stiles makes sure to fill him in on the fact that he looks like a sexy lumberjack)
Then Stiles finishes with his ‘transformation’ whatever that means (its just changing your clothes Stiles) and his jaw drops to the floor because what the fuck Stiles looks like sex on legs! Stiles has always been gorgeous in Derek’s eyes but the way he’s dressed makes him look like the embodiment of lust. He has on these tight dark jeans that leave Derek salivating because hot damn his ass looks like it was sculpted by the gods along with a gray shirt that clings to his chest and although it doesn’t show the abs that Derek knows are hidden under the fabric it does an amazing job of showing off Stiles’ pecks. Then there’s the leather jacket. Derek has no words for the way the leather jacket gives Stiles this aura of mystery and he’s not even sure they’re going to make it to that damn party because Derek is going to fucking ravish Stiles any minute.
That’s when Scott and his oblivious ass calls to ask if they’re on their way and Derek is going to strangle the idiot because he had plans okay? Plans that involved him, stiles, and every single surface of their apartment.
At the party Derek doesn’t leave Stiles’ side, glaring at anyone who gave them lustful glances and couldn’t keep their unwanted interest to themselves. Derek doesn’t even care that some of those looks were directed at him and not Stiles, he glared at them all the same. He was taken, Stiles was taken, they were both taken, everyone else could back the hell off because this gorgeous man was his and he was going to make sure everyone knew it! If he just so happens to suck a particularly large hickey on Stiles’ neck whenever someone blatantly flirted with either of them, Stiles wasn’t complaining.