#sterek x reader

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In the middle of a dead sleep, you woke up to your phone ringing. "Hello--?"

Right as you finished the word, Derek's panicked voice rang out, "Y/nineedyoutogetoverhererightnow--"

"Der?" You were confused in your fugue state.

He didn't stop. "--Ican'tcalmhimdownheneeds--"

"Derek." You were finally aware enough to ask him something important. Your voice remained calm. "I need you to slow down, okay? I can't understand what you're saying."

You could practically hear Derek's frantic nod through the phone. "It's Stiles. He's having another panic attack. I can't calm him down. He needs you."

"Keep trying to talk to him. I'll be over in 10 minutes."

What you'd received wasn't a rare phone call, you just needed to make sure there wasn't another supernatural emergency.

Five minutes later, you were walking into Derek's apartment. You found Derek and Stiles in the bedroom. Stiles was huddled in the corner, breathing erratically, and Derek was crouched down, carefully watching him.

You came into the room, and Stiles immediately reacted to you. "I'm sorry," he hiccuped.

"Nothing to be sorry for." You joined the two men by kneeling on the ground. "What's got you all worked up?"

Stiles couldn't look at you. "There was...I had...I had this dream...the Void, the Void was back and-and he killed all of you...using me...When I woke up, I didn't know what was real anymore."

"This is real, Stiles," proclaimed Derek.

"How do I know that?" worried Stiles.

"Count your fingers, count my fingers. Count Derek's. Count however many fingers you think is necessary to believe we're really here with you."

Instead of doing that, Stiles kept switching his gaze between yours and Derek's.

You took that as an opportunity to inch closer to Stiles. He tried to back away from you, but he couldn't get far due to the wall behind him. However, as soon as you placed a hand on him. Stiles practically enveloped you into his space. By hugging him, you could truly tell how much he was shaking. You tried your best to come to his hair and calm him down.

Derek stood then. He always seemed in awe at how easily you were able to calm Stiles down.

Holding Stiles like you were felt wrong without Derek. So, you stretched out an arm.

He was hesitant at first, but Derek slowly took the few steps necessary to reach you. Gingerly, he took your hand.

Not gingerly at all, you pulled Derek down to join you and Stiles.

Finally, you felt whole.

But alas, you knew you couldn't stay. You weren't one to intrude where you weren't welcome. You'd been asked over, but not asked to stay. You moved to leave.

"Do we need to spell it out for you?" Stiles rolled his eyes. "You're in the club--"

"We're a club?" Derek smirked.

"--You've been in the club for a long time," Stiles completed.

"I have?" you wondered.

Derek answered with a smile, "'Course you have."

"Well, that's pretty great news, then." You couldn't keep yourself from grinning. "Can we move this club to the bed?"

Stiles gasped then, like what you had said was scandalous.

You flicked him on the forehead. "For someone who just got out of a panic attack, you're pretty sassy."

Derek rolled his eyes as he stood and carried Stiles to bed. "Have you met Stiles? He's always...sassy."

The two laid down in bed, kissed, and both reached out for you.

Another grin spread across your face before you happily joined Derek and Stiles in bed.

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