Dances With Wolves↳ bonus part
"New Year’s Eve"
Artist: virtualcarrotAuthor: zainclaw
Derek hurries back to Beacon Hills after spending a day with Cora, because his drunk boyfriend really wants a New Year’s kiss.
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Derek only needs to follow Stiles’ directions halfway before the loud music is enough to lead him to the house at the end of the block that is hosting the party. (They were crappy directions anyway; typos and misspellings everywhere. Derek is pretty sure Stiles has had enough to drink for the night.) He’s not even sure whose house it is. All he knows is that some kid from school decided to throw a New Year’s party and did not only invite Lydia this time, but the whole pack.
It may have something to do with the school dance right before Christmas.
That theory proves to be right when he goes to ringing the doorbell, expecting to have to explain himself and what he’s doing there, but the guy who opens the door just beams at him and invites him in, calling him “Stilinski’s man” when introducing him to the rest of the room who cheers. Derek blushes and goes to seek out Stiles.
He’s barely made it to the second room before Isaac appears, shamelessly throwing himself at him and give him a big hug. Derek let’s a chuckle slip out of him as he returns the embrace, patting Isaac on the back like he had when Isaac had thanked him for the backpack on Christmas Day in a similar fashion. It’s only been a week, but it feels like ages ago.
If the people around them had been sober they probably would’ve found the way Isaac sniffed Derek’s shoulder as he pulled back just a little bit weird. Fortunately that isn’t the case, and the only one noticing is Derek himself. He cocks an eyebrow at him, and Isaac flushes and rubs the back of his neck.
"You smell like Cora," he hurries to explain himself.
Derek smiles. “She could pick up your stench on me too.”
Scott appears just as Isaac ducks his head to laugh. Both of them look perfectly sober, which is a relief to Derek. He’d been worried they had started experimenting with wolfs bane just to get wasted, but they seem perfectly happy without it.
"Thank god you’re here," Scott says. "Stiles started to think you wouldn’t make it in time."
"I know," Derek assures, rolling his eyes. "He’s been texting me for the last two hours. Where is he?"
"Upstairs," Isaac says, grinning. "Watch out. He gets very lovable when he’s drunk."
"I’m aware," Derek reminds him, smirking.
"Right," Scott scoffs.
The pair retreats to whatever corner of the packed floor they came from, and Derek goes to look for the stairs. He shuts out the way-too-loud music in his ears and focuses on finding Stiles’ heartbeat among the dozens others in the house. Seriously, how do they all fit in here? They’re practically lining up the walls. People are dancing and drinking and laughing and kissing and grinding everywhere and it makes Derek really eager to find Stiles.
Stiles is sitting on a couch squeezed in between two girls when Derek spots him. He doesn’t notice Derek right away, just like he didn’t notice him first entering the house like the wolf boys had. Derek’s heart flutters when seeing he’s wearing Derek’s leather jacket, which looks really good on him. Derek crosses the room swiftly, approaching the couch with his eyes fixed on Stiles. When he finally looks up to notice him, his eyes widen as they meet Derek’s.
"Derek!" He exclaims.
A big smile lights up his face, and Derek feels his heart swell in his chest at the sight. Stiles smells of happiness and love and it makes Derek want to purr like a freaking kitten. He takes the two last remaining steps forward, expecting Stiles to stand up once he stops in front of the couch – because he looks like he’s about to – but then he just leans forward and wraps his arms around Derek’s waist, pressing his face against Derek’s stomach while still seated on the sofa.
"You’re here," he says, nuzzling into Derek’s hip. "I was just about to ask Greenberg to be my New Year kiss."
Derek chuckles, too busy appreciating Stiles’ warm hold around him to feel embarrassed about the awkward greeting his drunk boyfriend is giving him. The teenagers surrounding them don’t seem to care much for them anyway. Derek runs a hand through Stiles’ hair before settling it on the back of his neck.
"Haven’t seen this in a while," he mumbles, fumbling on the collar or his leather jacket. It’s the first time he’s seen it since Stiles stole it after one of their rehearsals and damn that really feels like ages ago. “No longer afraid I’ll take it off you?”
"That’s what I’m hoping for," Stiles replies simply, voice muffled into Derek’s shirt.
A snort slips out of Derek before he can stop it, and he drops his own hand to squeeze Stiles’ bicep. He tugs gently in an attempt to help Stiles stand up, and the boy only groans in protest for a second before letting himself be pulled up to his feet.
Once they’re at the same eye-level, Derek reach out to cup his cheek. Stiles is smiling, eyes drifting a little over Derek’s face when he leans into the touch.
"You’re kind of adorable when you’re drunk," Derek remarks, smile tugging at his lips.
Stiles huffs, and Derek can feel the heat rising to his cheeks under his palm. “Shut up.” He drops his gaze, ducking his head as he swallows. “I didn’t mean to be,” he mumbles. “I want— I want to remember.”
Derek tilts Stiles’ head back up to let their eyes lock again. “You’ll remember,” he says reassuringly. He glances around them, spotting a glass door to a balcony. “Come on,” he urges, sliding his hand into Stiles’ and pulls him over there. “Let’s get you some fresh air.”
The balcony is small, but it’s empty and therefore more than enough for two people who don’t mind sharing the same space. It’s got a roof and is thankfully clean from snow, but the furniture must’ve been stored for the winter so there’s nothing to sit on.
"It’s cold," Stiles says, sucking in a breath and shudders where he’s standing.
"At least you can feel the temperature this time," Derek points out, smiling softly as he steps up behind Stiles and wraps his arms around his middle. He presses his front against Stiles’ back, locking their bodies together all the way from their ankles to their necks, resting his chin on Stiles’ shoulder. "Better?"
Stiles hums, leaning back against him. His hands comes to rest on top of Derek’s on his belly.
"A lot."
Derek grins into Stiles’ neck, inhaling a deep breath and gets his nose full of Stiles.
They stand like that in silence for a while, just leaning against one another and sharing body heat in the chilly night air. The house is still vibrating with music and chatter but it all turns into a distant blur with the balcony door closed.
"How’s Cora?" Stiles asks after a while.
"Good," Derek says, sliding his nose up to the spot behind Stiles’ ear. "Pretty sure she’s gone for one of the wolf boys. Not that she’d tell me."
Stiles huffs, shuddering a little when Derek’s hot breath curls over his sensitive skin.
"Missed you," he sighs then. "You’re not allowed to leave again anytime soon."
"It was only for a few days, Stiles," Derek rumbles, closing his eyes tightening the hold around Stiles.
"I know," Stiles whispers. "Still. I even had to run the other night just to be able to sleep."
"Are the nightmares back?" Derek asks, eyes snapping open as he immediately feels bad about leaving.
"No," Stiles assures him quickly, shaking his head. "I just… missed you."
He shrugs lightly, as if trying to brush off the heavy meaning behind it. Derek hums happily, heart pounding with affection as he presses a simple kiss right below the boy’s hairline.
"I missed you too," he admits.
Apparently being away from three days to meet up with Cora had been too much for both of them. It’s ridiculous. Cora had noticed how unsettled he was and asked what the hell was up with him. He’d played dumb at first, but in the end told her everything that happened since they parted ways.
"You planning on making any confessions tonight?" He asks in murmur.
"Should I?" Stiles wonders.
"Well, you tend to do that when you’re intoxicated," Derek remarks with a smirk.
"Won’t happen again," Stiles assures.
"I’m kind of glad it did though," Derek says thoughtfully.
"Because we’re idiots."
Derek chuckles. “Yes, because we’re idiots.”
"Idiots who probably would still be dancing around each other tonight if I hadn’t let my mouth run," Stiles continues.
"Yeah," Derek agrees, grinning into Stiles’ warm skin. "No more dancing."
"Thank god," Stiles sighs. "At least not until our wedding day."
"W-what?" Derek stutters.
"What?" Stiles repeats.
And of course – because their story isn’t enough like a movie already – that’s the exact moment Scott pulls the door open.
"Guys, the ball’s about to drop!" He informs.
Derek sighs, already hearing the people inside starting to count down. He drops his arms from Stiles and takes one step back.
"Give us a minute."
"It’ll kind of be too late by then," Scott points out with a sly smile.
"Just— We’ll be there in bit," Derek says, impatiently waving his hand at Scott to get lost.
Scott scoffs but disappears back inside.
Turning back to Stiles, Derek can tell he’s sobered up a bit. His eyes are still a bit glazed but steadier than before. Derek exhales through his nose and steps up to him again, placing one hand to his waist. Stiles wraps one hand around his bicep in return almost mechanically, because touching each other comes naturally these days, even if they’ve only been together for little more than a week. Derek loves it.
"You don’t wanna see the ball drop?" Stiles asks, his breath curling over Derek’s face when he speaks.
"I’ve seen it," Derek replies with a shrug. "Live, even. Laura dragged me down to Times Square one year."
Stiles grins. “I can only imagine what a nightmare that must’ve been for you. So many people!”
Derek huffs, tightening his grip on the leather covering Stiles’ hip.
"I don’t mind people. Well," he adds at Stiles cocked eyebrow, "not anymore."
"Yeah, I’ve noticed," Stiles says, smiling. "You kissed me for the first time in a room full of people."
"And I’d do it again," Derek shrugs.
"So why don’t you?"
Derek pulls him in just a little closer to rest his forehead against Stiles’. He can hear how Stiles’ heartbeat speeds up in excitement, and his own doing the exact same thing. The sound of them throbbing together makes him hum. Damn, he’s missed that sound. He’s missed everything about Stiles, and just the thought of going away again – even if just for a day or two – feels wrong.
"Maybe I wanted you for myself this time," he murmurs.
Stiles hums, eyes falling to Derek’s mouth. “I’ve never had a New Year’s kiss,” he mumbles.
"Me neither," Derek says.
"You’ll be my first everything," Stiles says further, then he looks thoughtful for a second. "And last."
Derek’s heart flutters. “Likewise.”
The people’s countdown inside is getting louder when passing twenty, and Derek reach up to place his other hand on Stiles’ cheek. They’re both smiling, almost ridiculously so, but Derek wouldn’t want it any other way. Stiles clutches at his shoulder a little more, other hand settling on Derek’s hip where he hooks his thumb in one of the belt loops. His eagerness makes Derek’s wolf nearly shudder in delight.
"Ten… nine… eight… seven…"
"I’m staying at your place tonight," Stiles says, gaze still on Derek’s lips.
Derek huffs. “I wasn’t aware there was another option, to be honest.”
Stiles chuckles, bumping their noses together. “This year is gonna be awesome,” he rumbles.
"Three… two… one…"

As the crowd inside the house shouts ‘happy New Year’, Derek leans in to capture Stiles’ lips in a kiss that screams YES.

Dances With Wolves
↳ bonus part

"New Year’s Eve"

Artistvirtualcarrot
Authorzainclaw

Derek hurries back to Beacon Hills after spending a day with Cora, because his drunk boyfriend really wants a New Year’s kiss.

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Derek only needs to follow Stiles’ directions halfway before the loud music is enough to lead him to the house at the end of the block that is hosting the party. (They were crappy directions anyway; typos and misspellings everywhere. Derek is pretty sure Stiles has had enough to drink for the night.) He’s not even sure whose house it is. All he knows is that some kid from school decided to throw a New Year’s party and did not only invite Lydia this time, but the whole pack.

It may have something to do with the school dance right before Christmas.

That theory proves to be right when he goes to ringing the doorbell, expecting to have to explain himself and what he’s doing there, but the guy who opens the door just beams at him and invites him in, calling him “Stilinski’s man” when introducing him to the rest of the room who cheers. Derek blushes and goes to seek out Stiles.

He’s barely made it to the second room before Isaac appears, shamelessly throwing himself at him and give him a big hug. Derek let’s a chuckle slip out of him as he returns the embrace, patting Isaac on the back like he had when Isaac had thanked him for the backpack on Christmas Day in a similar fashion. It’s only been a week, but it feels like ages ago.

If the people around them had been sober they probably would’ve found the way Isaac sniffed Derek’s shoulder as he pulled back just a little bit weird. Fortunately that isn’t the case, and the only one noticing is Derek himself. He cocks an eyebrow at him, and Isaac flushes and rubs the back of his neck.

"You smell like Cora," he hurries to explain himself.

Derek smiles. “She could pick up your stench on me too.”

Scott appears just as Isaac ducks his head to laugh. Both of them look perfectly sober, which is a relief to Derek. He’d been worried they had started experimenting with wolfs bane just to get wasted, but they seem perfectly happy without it.

"Thank god you’re here," Scott says. "Stiles started to think you wouldn’t make it in time."

"I know," Derek assures, rolling his eyes. "He’s been texting me for the last two hours. Where is he?"

"Upstairs," Isaac says, grinning. "Watch out. He gets very lovable when he’s drunk."

"I’m aware," Derek reminds him, smirking.

"Right," Scott scoffs.

The pair retreats to whatever corner of the packed floor they came from, and Derek goes to look for the stairs. He shuts out the way-too-loud music in his ears and focuses on finding Stiles’ heartbeat among the dozens others in the house. Seriously, how do they all fit in here? They’re practically lining up the walls. People are dancing and drinking and laughing and kissing and grinding everywhere and it makes Derek really eager to find Stiles.

Stiles is sitting on a couch squeezed in between two girls when Derek spots him. He doesn’t notice Derek right away, just like he didn’t notice him first entering the house like the wolf boys had. Derek’s heart flutters when seeing he’s wearing Derek’s leather jacket, which looks really good on him. Derek crosses the room swiftly, approaching the couch with his eyes fixed on Stiles. When he finally looks up to notice him, his eyes widen as they meet Derek’s.

"Derek!" He exclaims.

A big smile lights up his face, and Derek feels his heart swell in his chest at the sight. Stiles smells of happiness and love and it makes Derek want to purr like a freaking kitten. He takes the two last remaining steps forward, expecting Stiles to stand up once he stops in front of the couch – because he looks like he’s about to – but then he just leans forward and wraps his arms around Derek’s waist, pressing his face against Derek’s stomach while still seated on the sofa.

"You’re here," he says, nuzzling into Derek’s hip. "I was just about to ask Greenberg to be my New Year kiss."

Derek chuckles, too busy appreciating Stiles’ warm hold around him to feel embarrassed about the awkward greeting his drunk boyfriend is giving him. The teenagers surrounding them don’t seem to care much for them anyway. Derek runs a hand through Stiles’ hair before settling it on the back of his neck.

"Haven’t seen this in a while," he mumbles, fumbling on the collar or his leather jacket. It’s the first time he’s seen it since Stiles stole it after one of their rehearsals and damn that really feels like ages ago. “No longer afraid I’ll take it off you?”

"That’s what I’m hoping for," Stiles replies simply, voice muffled into Derek’s shirt.

A snort slips out of Derek before he can stop it, and he drops his own hand to squeeze Stiles’ bicep. He tugs gently in an attempt to help Stiles stand up, and the boy only groans in protest for a second before letting himself be pulled up to his feet.

Once they’re at the same eye-level, Derek reach out to cup his cheek. Stiles is smiling, eyes drifting a little over Derek’s face when he leans into the touch.

"You’re kind of adorable when you’re drunk," Derek remarks, smile tugging at his lips.

Stiles huffs, and Derek can feel the heat rising to his cheeks under his palm. “Shut up.” He drops his gaze, ducking his head as he swallows. “I didn’t mean to be,” he mumbles. “I want— I want to remember.”

Derek tilts Stiles’ head back up to let their eyes lock again. “You’ll remember,” he says reassuringly. He glances around them, spotting a glass door to a balcony. “Come on,” he urges, sliding his hand into Stiles’ and pulls him over there. “Let’s get you some fresh air.”

The balcony is small, but it’s empty and therefore more than enough for two people who don’t mind sharing the same space. It’s got a roof and is thankfully clean from snow, but the furniture must’ve been stored for the winter so there’s nothing to sit on.

"It’s cold," Stiles says, sucking in a breath and shudders where he’s standing.

"At least you can feel the temperature this time," Derek points out, smiling softly as he steps up behind Stiles and wraps his arms around his middle. He presses his front against Stiles’ back, locking their bodies together all the way from their ankles to their necks, resting his chin on Stiles’ shoulder. "Better?"

Stiles hums, leaning back against him. His hands comes to rest on top of Derek’s on his belly.

"A lot."

Derek grins into Stiles’ neck, inhaling a deep breath and gets his nose full of Stiles.

They stand like that in silence for a while, just leaning against one another and sharing body heat in the chilly night air. The house is still vibrating with music and chatter but it all turns into a distant blur with the balcony door closed.

"How’s Cora?" Stiles asks after a while.

"Good," Derek says, sliding his nose up to the spot behind Stiles’ ear. "Pretty sure she’s gone for one of the wolf boys. Not that she’d tell me."

Stiles huffs, shuddering a little when Derek’s hot breath curls over his sensitive skin.

"Missed you," he sighs then. "You’re not allowed to leave again anytime soon."

"It was only for a few days, Stiles," Derek rumbles, closing his eyes tightening the hold around Stiles.

"I know," Stiles whispers. "Still. I even had to run the other night just to be able to sleep."

"Are the nightmares back?" Derek asks, eyes snapping open as he immediately feels bad about leaving.

"No," Stiles assures him quickly, shaking his head. "I just… missed you."

He shrugs lightly, as if trying to brush off the heavy meaning behind it. Derek hums happily, heart pounding with affection as he presses a simple kiss right below the boy’s hairline.

"I missed you too," he admits.

Apparently being away from three days to meet up with Cora had been too much for both of them. It’s ridiculous. Cora had noticed how unsettled he was and asked what the hell was up with him. He’d played dumb at first, but in the end told her everything that happened since they parted ways.

"You planning on making any confessions tonight?" He asks in murmur.

"Should I?" Stiles wonders.

"Well, you tend to do that when you’re intoxicated," Derek remarks with a smirk.

"Won’t happen again," Stiles assures.

"I’m kind of glad it did though," Derek says thoughtfully.

"Because we’re idiots."

Derek chuckles. “Yes, because we’re idiots.”

"Idiots who probably would still be dancing around each other tonight if I hadn’t let my mouth run," Stiles continues.

"Yeah," Derek agrees, grinning into Stiles’ warm skin. "No more dancing."

"Thank god," Stiles sighs. "At least not until our wedding day."

"W-what?" Derek stutters.

"What?" Stiles repeats.

And of course – because their story isn’t enough like a movie already – that’s the exact moment Scott pulls the door open.

"Guys, the ball’s about to drop!" He informs.

Derek sighs, already hearing the people inside starting to count down. He drops his arms from Stiles and takes one step back.

"Give us a minute."

"It’ll kind of be too late by then," Scott points out with a sly smile.

"Just— We’ll be there in bit," Derek says, impatiently waving his hand at Scott to get lost.

Scott scoffs but disappears back inside.

Turning back to Stiles, Derek can tell he’s sobered up a bit. His eyes are still a bit glazed but steadier than before. Derek exhales through his nose and steps up to him again, placing one hand to his waist. Stiles wraps one hand around his bicep in return almost mechanically, because touching each other comes naturally these days, even if they’ve only been together for little more than a week. Derek loves it.

"You don’t wanna see the ball drop?" Stiles asks, his breath curling over Derek’s face when he speaks.

"I’ve seen it," Derek replies with a shrug. "Live, even. Laura dragged me down to Times Square one year."

Stiles grins. “I can only imagine what a nightmare that must’ve been for you. So many people!”

Derek huffs, tightening his grip on the leather covering Stiles’ hip.

"I don’t mind people. Well," he adds at Stiles cocked eyebrow, "not anymore."

"Yeah, I’ve noticed," Stiles says, smiling. "You kissed me for the first time in a room full of people."

"And I’d do it again," Derek shrugs.

"So why don’t you?"

Derek pulls him in just a little closer to rest his forehead against Stiles’. He can hear how Stiles’ heartbeat speeds up in excitement, and his own doing the exact same thing. The sound of them throbbing together makes him hum. Damn, he’s missed that sound. He’s missed everything about Stiles, and just the thought of going away again – even if just for a day or two – feels wrong.

"Maybe I wanted you for myself this time," he murmurs.

Stiles hums, eyes falling to Derek’s mouth. “I’ve never had a New Year’s kiss,” he mumbles.

"Me neither," Derek says.

"You’ll be my first everything," Stiles says further, then he looks thoughtful for a second. "And last."

Derek’s heart flutters. “Likewise.”

The people’s countdown inside is getting louder when passing twenty, and Derek reach up to place his other hand on Stiles’ cheek. They’re both smiling, almost ridiculously so, but Derek wouldn’t want it any other way. Stiles clutches at his shoulder a little more, other hand settling on Derek’s hip where he hooks his thumb in one of the belt loops. His eagerness makes Derek’s wolf nearly shudder in delight.

"Ten… nine… eight… seven…"

"I’m staying at your place tonight," Stiles says, gaze still on Derek’s lips.

Derek huffs. “I wasn’t aware there was another option, to be honest.”

Stiles chuckles, bumping their noses together. “This year is gonna be awesome,” he rumbles.

"Three… two… one…"

As the crowd inside the house shouts ‘happy New Year’, Derek leans in to capture Stiles’ lips in a kiss that screams YES.

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