#typical sterek interaction to have sexy mood turn into stiles whacking derek in the chin LOL

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Weekly WIP Snippet

I'm going to try to start doing these if only to help motivate myself LMAO

For @ficwip’s word ✨SHOUT✨ this week, I present a snippet from my sterek season 2 canon rewrite sequel that I really need to work on LOL

Ft. sterek in club scene w/ himbo scott & danny:

"Dude, everyone here's a dude," was Scott's first astute observation. "I think we're in a gay club."

"Nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh?" said Stiles.

Scott just flashed him a smug smile after getting hit on, practically preening, and Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Man, Isaac was right," he muttered. "You really are a himbo."

"You're just jealous," said Scott before they split up—Stiles searched for Danny while Scott looked for the kanima.

He debated on whether it was a mistake to wade through this sea of hot, sweaty, dancing people, especially when someone started grinding against him from behind. A shuffle and muffled shout were all Stiles could hear amidst the loud bass before a different set of hips pressed up behind him, large hands settling naturally around Stiles' waist.

Stiles didn't know what it said about him that he immediately knew it was Derek.

Lips brushed against his ear. "Isn't that him over at the counter?" asked Derek in his ear.

Stiles whipped his head around so fast that he accidentally whacked Derek in the chin with the back of his head—Derek glared at him before practically bulldozing him out of the crowd towards Danny, who seemed to be watching another man practically making out with someone else with a dejected expression.

"Hey, Danny!" Stiles swung an arm on his shoulder. "Fancy seeing you here!"

Danny glanced at him, then Derek, then him again. "I'm finding out a lot about you today," he said. 

"Well, you're about to find out more," shouted Stiles over the music. "I need to talk to you somewhere quieter."

Danny paused. "Uh, sorry, but I'm not into threesomes."

Stiles' mind blanked as his mouth flapped open and closed.

Derek, on the other hand, placed a hand on Stiles' shoulder and flashed a grin at Danny that was more a baring of his teeth. "Did we ask?"

"...I guess not, not with the way you beat that guy up," muttered Danny.

Stiles snapped back to reality. "Wait, you beat a guy up? What?"

"Yeah, just now," said Danny. "Y'know, the guy you were dancing with."

Derek crossed his arms. "He was in my way, so I moved him out of the way."

"Yeah right, moved him so hard that his nose started bleeding," said Danny with a snort.

Stiles gaped at Derek—he’d never admit that his stomach fluttered everytime Derek’s possessiveness flared. “Wha—”