i love it when Stiles gets slut shamed. its so important to me for some reason lmfao its a very pointed and specific type of hurt that i like to put Stiles in š
like yes lose your virginity and get shamed for it by the people closest to you because the one who took it is someone they donāt like.
letās have Hunters roaming the streets and learning what youāve done and now they look at you like youāre disgusting but at the same time they wonāt leave you alone and try to use it to their advantage. to get leverage on you, your dad and on Derek.
Scott keeps giving him the stink eye because are you serious??? Derek? of all people? really? Scott doesnāt outright say it but itās obvious he finds him pathetic because of course the only reason Derek did it was to get back at him. he just used Stiles to do it.
so of course his dad finds out and grounds him. he tries not to be mean about it but itās obvious he doesnāt get it. he finds it kind of gross. why would you do that Stiles i thought you liked that Lydia girl. maybe he wouldnāt mind so much if it was a boy more his own age. less dangerous. less the talk of the fucking town. because now its all people are yapping about.
the sheriffās kid and Derek Hale.
Stiles is viewed as a kid and now heās apparently sleeping around. with a man, no less. heās not a kid anymore. heās a sexual object. so itās open season.
he gets mocked and teased mercilessly at school, it borders on bullying and sexual harassment. Stiles isnāt popular, no one had thought of him as a sexual being before so now that he is, itās obvious that heās a slut (high school logic).
Scott is mad as hell but not just on Stilesā behalf but also because the attention Stiles is getting is rubbing off on him and he hates it.
Allison corners Stiles at school and tries to warn him about Derek. about how heās not what he says he is, about how Stiles needs to stay away from him. that if he does, things would eventually go back to normal. her clear disdain during the whole thing is almost funny to Stiles.
a few days later, heās at the gas station putting in gas in the jeep after dark, when a black suv pulls up and Chris Argent is in it along with other men Stiles doesnāt know. they all get out of the suv and Stiles clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes but his stomach knots itself with nerves.
heās had it with this. heās had it with being made to feel like some kind of whore for losing his virginity to Derek fucking Hale. Derek Hale who hasnāt returned a single one of his calls or text since, by the way. hasnāt showed up at his window once either.
so even Derek himself is making him feel like a slut, like heās been used and played, exactly like Scott said and it hurts. it hurts so bad even if it shouldnāt.
Chris and his men surrounds him and Stiles ignores them. theyāll leave him alone if he keeps ignoring them.
Chris walks up closer, kind of too close for comfort and asks Stiles if heās seen Derek lately. Stilesā hand on the nozzle tightens and he refuses to answer, he just keeps watching the numbers go up on the pump.
one of the other men speak up and asks Stiles how many time heās slept with Derek and Stiles whips his head around to glare at him.
another one ask crassly if he let Derek come inside of him and Stiles abruptly stops the pump. he pulls the nozzle out of the jeep and quickly gets it back in the pump and makes his way on fast feet to the convenience store to pay so he can get the fuck out of here.
the men follows him, Chris right behind him and Stilesā heart hammers in his chest, feeling like heās going to get taken or something. he barrels into the store and backs away from the door quickly. the men and Chris doesnāt come in but theyāre not going away either. they stay put, waiting for him.
Stiles looks at the young cashier, clear alarm on his face and the young man gives him a pitying look. Stilesā cheeks burn with shame and gets pissed at himself for it.
he pays for his gas and leaves the store like a tornado. slams the door open and it swings back and almost hits one the men on the way, the guy having to quickly move out of the way.
Chris keeps pace with him as he hurries back to his jeep and ask again if heās seen Derek lately, of so when exactly. does Stiles understand how important this is?
Stiles scoffs at that and Chris grabs him by the arm harshly, stopping him from walking entirely and Stilesā eyes widens and he instinctively pulls on his arm to free himself but Chris just holds him tighter and Stiles starts panicking.
āThis isnāt a fucking laughing matter, Stiles.ā Chris hisses in his face and Stiles struggles harder to free himself, chest tightening.
āHave you seen him or not? Where is he?ā Christ asks, voice rising.
Stiles has done his best to ignore him, to ignore them all but heās panicking and he wants to get the fuck out of here.
āI donāt know! Okay?! Now let me go, you fucking psycho!ā Stiles shouts back, grabbing Chrisā wrist and pulling on it to make him let go.
āI find that hard to believe, Stiles. You let him fuck you. Wolves are loyal creatures.ā Chris states matter of factly, eyes hard and cold.
some of the men around laugh at Chrisā words and Stilesā face warms with shame some more.
he refuses to say anything else, just keeps looking at Chris with a defiant look on his face even though his chest is tight with panic and heās on the verge of hyperventilating.
Chris pulls him in by the grip on his arm, bringing him close, too close and Stiles plants his feet in a little but itās no use. Chris gets into his space and speaks directly into his ear.
ābecoming a wolfās bitch has consequences, Stiles. Iām sure youāre starting to realize that.ā
the words leave him stunned for a moment but then heās so angry, he shoves at Chris, who lets his arm go and he shoves him again, even harder.
the men around them all take a few steps closer but Chris lifts a hand to stop them from coming any further.
Stilesā chest rises and fall rapidly and he goes to rub his arm thatās throbbing with pain.
āfuck you. all of you! i wonāt tell you shit. now unless youāre planning to torture me for information i DONāT EVEN HAVE, iām leaving.ā Stiles says stiffly and resumes his way back to the jeep.
Chris and the men all stand there and watch him leave like the fucking crazy psychos they are.
Stiles barely manages to get himself home before the panic attack hits him. after, heās exhausted and feeling more raw than he has in a very long time, he calls Derek again for what feels like a hundred times since that night.
it goes to voicemail again and Stiles leaves a message.
āyouāve got to call me back, Derek. iām not fucking playing, okay? i get it if you donāt want to be together like that but Derekā¦ Chris Argent cornered me. heās looking for youā¦ he thinks i know where you are. him and his guys asked really shitty questions and iā¦ Derek i canāt do this alone. they all think iāmā¦ iām a whore or something. Derek, iām not your whore or your bitch or anything like thatā¦right? itās like iām losing my fucking mind. please just call me backā¦ let me know youāre okay at le-ā
the beep indicating his time ran out rings out and he hangs up. he doubts Derek will call back. heās starting to suspect that maybe Derek is staying away precisely to keep himā¦ well. not safe exactly but to wait things out but itās obviously not fucking working. not for Stiles anyway.
fucking asshole. he knew having sex with him would be a bad idea but Stiles couldnāt resist. Derek couldnāt either. or at least thatās what it had looked like and felt like. it had been building, the tension between them. they both always almost fucking die together. and so it just sort ofā¦ happened. it had been rather quick and really intense. Derek left before Stiles could even string two thoughts together again. and then all hell broke loose.
Stiles goes to bed. he tries to sleep but he just keeps tossing and turning. not even the sound of the heavy rain that starts hitting the roof can lull him to sleep. he canāt really wrap his head around the clusterfuck that became his life.
thereās a small creak coming from his doorway, the one Stiles knows means thereās someone standing there. Stiles gasps and sits up in bed, heart hammering in his chest and finds Derek right there, wet and dripping, breathing hard.
Stiles scrambles out of bed and throws a pillow at him. Derek catches it with one hand and holds onto it tightly.
āWhere the FUCK have you been?!ā Stiles whisper shouts at him because itās the middle of the night and you donāt actually shout in the middle of the night.
āHow could you do that?! leave like that and then just completely ignore me?! do you know how fucked up itās been? huh? my best friend hates me, my dad can barely look at me, people at school are being jerks and now fucking psycho hunters are cornering me at gas stations asking after YOU and calling me your bitch and saying nasty shitā¦. i should have neverā¦ if i had known youād just disappear like that i would have never let youā¦ā
Stiles barely breathes during all of that and somehow at some point tears filled his eyes and some escaped, rolling down his cheeks that he kept wiping away angrily.
Derek stays impassive during his tirade but his eyes are fixed onto his face. When he stops speaking, Derekās eyes drop to his arm where Chris held him. Where Stiles knows thereās bruising blooming.
āWhy are you all wet.ā Stiles says because the silence is stretching and he canāt really handle it.
Derek sighs and it kind of sounds like relief and he enters the bedroom and tosses the pillow back on the bed. Stiles folds his arms across his chest and watches his approach warily.
āi had to wait outside a while and take the back door. Hunters are watching your house.ā Derek says without looking at him, eyes still fixed on his arm and goes to grab at it but Stiles moves away.
āwhat? since when? oh my god, theyāre waiting to see if youāre going to show up here.ā Stiles says, the truth dawning on him and he resists the urge to go look out of his window to try and locate them out there.
ādid they see you? i guess not right?ā Stiles asks nervously.
they wouldnāt barge in here to get Derek right? God, what the fuck. but Derek shakes his head and tries again to reach for his arm and Stiles sighs and offers it to him.
Derek carefully takes his arm in one warm hand and brushes his thumb over the hand print bruise forming there.
āItās fine, it doesnāt even hurt. Chris Argent just has one hell of a fucking grip.ā Stiles says a little awkwardly but Derek doesnāt even acknowledge his words.
He keeps brushing his thumb on his skin and fixing the bruise intently and Stiles canāt help but think itās like Derek is trying to will the bruise away by sheer force of will and it makes him crack a smile.
āYouāre not you know.ā Derek says quietly after a moment and Stiles hums noncommittally in reply.
āYouāre not my whore or my bitch.ā Derek says and Stilesā cheeks warm with embarrassment.
Saying it like that is just. yeah. okay. Derek listened to his voicemail. Stiles tries to pull his arm out of Derekās hand but Derek tightens his fingers just slightly to keep him from doing so and Stiles sighs.
āwhat am i then? your plaything? thatās what it feels like anyway.ā Stiles canāt help saying but thereās no heat to the words, he just sounds tired.
āno, youāre not my plaything. youāre just mine.ā Derek says and looks up, his eyes searching Stilesā for a moment.
Stiles sputters a little, doesnāt know what to say to that. Derek looks and sounds perfectly serious. what does he even mean by that.
āwhy did you leave and ignore me if iām yours?ā Stiles asks pitifully and immediately regrets it.
Derek swallows visibly and looks down at his arm again. almost like heās ashamed. the silence stretches and Stiles is certain heās going to explode any minute now.
āyou may be mine butā¦ itās taken me some time to accept it.ā Derek murmurs then lifts his arm up and bends slightly to brush his lips on the bruise gently.
Stilesā breath hitches and fidgets in place, his chest fluttering despite himself. he doesnāt even know what Derek means. he doesnāt even know what the hell is going on but Derek is here and his touch is so soft. he said Stiles was his.
ādo you.. do you accept it now?ā Stiles asks tentatively not even sure if he knows what heās asking.
Derek hums in assent and nods then presses a kiss to his skin.
āiām not sure i even know what it means.ā Stiles whispers, eyes fixed on Derekās lip still on his skin.
Derek gives him one more kiss before dropping his arm completely and moving away slightly. Stiles tries not to feel disappointed, tries not to immediately think Derek will leave again without giving him any explanation.
But Derek stays, he slowly takes off his drenched leather jacket and drapes it on Stilesā computer chair and stays there, turned halfway from him.
āit means that iām going to talk to Scott then to your dad. it means that iām going to deal with the Hunters. it means iām done running.ā Derek says softly.
