Even though he knew better, he still hoped Derek couldn’t feel his heart rate skyrocketing and his breathing quickening - or at least he hoped the wolf would ignore it to focus on what he was saying. “Are you fucking serious? That’s all it took?” He whispered grouchily at Derek, narrowing his eyes in a glare as if this wasn’t the closest they’d ever been to one another and his heart wasn’t beating out of his chest. Stiles barely caught his breath before he was pulling his face out of Derek’s neck and looking up at him. They landed in a soft thud, Derek’s back sinking into the bean bag chair as Stiles laid on top of him in a jumbled mess of limbs that were still somehow encompassing Derek’s broad chest in his arms. It’s not a dream.” He promised, leveling his voice to sound as calm and sincere as he felt, waiting patiently for Stiles to finish and come to his senses on his own accord.Īs soon as Stiles counted his tenth finger, he was surging off of the wall, tackling Derek onto the floor in a choking hug that twisted the sad bitter smell of depression and anxiety in the room into something softer and hopeful. ĭerek’s eyes immediately softened as he placed a steadying hand onto Stiles’s thigh. He was staring down into his own lap and… counting. He almost finished his excuse, but it didn’t look like Stiles was listening to it. “You- you sent me that cryptic fucking text and then didn’t respond so what was… what was I s’pposed to d-.” Derek’s words were sweet but his tone fell sharper than intended as he knelt on the carpeted floor between Stiles’s outstretched legs. Stiles still hadn’t spoken, which was uncharacteristically alarming, at least in Derek’s opinion, so he took the initiative to explain how he’d gotten there. His eyes became impossibly wide as he continued to stare, trailing down Derek’s face to the stubble along his jaw, continuing down his neck to his open leather jacket, before jumping back up again to his eyes as Derek slowly pulled his hand back. “ Derek ?!” Stiles whisper-yelled against his palm, stunned into silence afterwards. “Don’t panic, ‘s just me.” He mumbled as realization finally hit the brown doe eyes staring back at him in shock. But don’t…” He floundered for the right word to describe a Stiles-typical reaction. ” Derek’s whispered voice sounded sharp as he tried again. He was shaken awake in the middle of the night by a hand on his shoulder and another one covering his mouth. Who knows how long Stiles sat waiting for a reply, but he’d fallen asleep sitting upright on the floor of his bedroom sometime after he’d sent the messages. His breaths quickened again in regret, but only momentarily - the feeling didn’t quite settle in before text bubbles popped up on the other side of his screen.Ī simple question - a statement really, two words and a period - which was seemingly enough to calm Stiles down for the first time in weeks.
Stiles had barely pulled himself out of a panic attack as he looked down at the frantic texts he’d sent in rapid succession to Derek, of all people. I told myself that I wouldn’t text you unless there was an emergency, and I guess this isn’t one, but I can’t do this alone anymore. I know I’m probably the last person you want to talk to right now, but I really need your help.
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