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Untitled Werewolf!Stiles

Stiles Stilinski was nothing special by most people’s standards. He was 17, lanky, covered in moles and spastic as hell. He had no social life and no friends, which in High School hierarchy meant that he was basically invisible. He was just an average teenager counting the days until he could finally leave for college… So why did he have to be the one to get bit by a fucking werewolf?

Later, Stiles would blame his guild mates for the giant clusterfuck that became his life that night, which could have been prevented had they not canceled their Friday night raid for the third time in a row. He probably should have stayed home to either masturbate or binge on some wikipedia, as he had done the previous Fridays, but this time -for some reason- Stiles had thought it would be a great idea to go out... It had been a terrible idea.

Jungle had been packed but surprisingly easy enough to get into. Of course, the barman had refused to serve him any kind of alcohol and Stiles had been too nervous to argue. After twenty minutes of watching half-naked guys grinding against each other while sipping a diet coke and being ignored by everyone, Stiles had been ready to call it quits. He really had no clue why he had decided to go out that night.

It must have been later than he had thought when he actually got out of the club; the alley leading to the parking lot had been dark, the street lamp on the nearby street had been the only source of light. Before Stiles had reached his car, a tall and broad man had come out of nowhere and planted himself right in front of him. The man’s eyes had been bright red and shining in the dark. He had a mad grin on his face showing long inhuman fangs. He never said anything, he just backed Stiles against the wall and leaned forward. Stiles had rambled at first, then he had tried to fight him off but the man had been too strong. When the man had leaned towards his throat, Stiles had already started to gasp for breath. He had not had a panic attack in years.

Even with the bright eyes and fangs, Stiles had been sure that this man was going to rape him. What else could it have been? But instead, the man had bitten his shoulder. Stiles would never forget that burning sensation in his veins and the sound of his own terrified scream echoing in the alley. The surprise had interrupted his panic attack but Stiles had not been able to move long after the man had left without a word. 

Once home, Stiles had cleaned up the wound and decided to do what he knew best: research the hell out of this. It was now Sunday morning, the wound had completely healed within hours and Stiles had started to experience strange side effects, mostly enhanced senses but he also suspected that he no longer needed adderall. He had added everything in his research and it only confirmed what he had no choice but to believe: Werewolves were real, and now he was one. 

MAIN IDEAS:

 _ Friendless senior Stiles gets bitten by Ennis, who needs a new member after the Argent killed one of his betas
 _ Alive Hale Family
 _Bad guy Ennis
 _Big Bad Guy Harris (Witch)
 _Hunter Allison
 _Dead Kate: Killed by Talia 2 years prior after she tried to kill the Hale pack, creating a conflict between the pack and the Argent. (with Chris slightly more friendly than the rest)

Meant to be Sterek, but I honestly didn't think that far ahead.

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Derek was sleeping soundly when his phone rang. He sat up, startled by the shrill beeps of the generic ringtone, and grabbed it. He squinted at the screen until his eyes were adjusted to the light. It was Laura calling. Laura wouldn’t call him so early on a Saturday… She rarely was awake herself on any given morning.

“Laura, what’s wrong?” He said right after answering.

“Besides the fact that my little brother has been hiding something from me, nothing.” 

“What the hell are you talking about?” Derek sighed, relieved that nothing had happened to what was left of his family. 

“I’m talking about you dating the most popular young actor in the fucking country!”

“Huh?” Derek wondered for a second if he wasn’t dreaming this conversation. “I’m not dating anyone Laur’... and I don’t know any young popular actors.” 

“Then why are there pictures of you practically holding the guy’s hand all over the internet?” 

“WHAT?!” Derek shouted as he jumped out of his bed, tripping on his sheets. He ran to his kitchen where he had left his tablet the previous night and immediately googled his name. “I don’t see anything on google Laura.”

“Type ‘Stiles hot boyfriend’”

“The boyband dude?”

“No, Stiles with an ‘i’... How do you not know him? The guy’s everywhere.”

“Was he ever on ESPN?”

“Of course not Derek, he’s an actor.”

“Then that’s why I don’t know h- WHAT THE HELL?!” Derek screamed when he finally found an article about said ‘Stiles’ complete with the picture of them walking extremely close together. 

“Come on Der’, it’s not that bad.”

The other guy in the picture was tall, with just a hint of muscles. His face was half-hidden behind sunglasses and he was keeping his head down but Derek could still see some moles on his cheeks. And right next to him stood Derek. He figured out quickly that the picture had been taken the previous morning because of the tank top and jeans he had worn that day and suddenly it came back to him.

“Wait, I remember now! I was walking around trying to find a gift for Cora’s birthday and that guy just walked up right next to me. I thought it was weird but he didn’t say anything and then he just left, it lasted like two seconds.”

“Clearly that was enough for some paparazzi to get that shot.”

“Fuck… what do I do?”

“Nothing. Don’t freak out okay? They didn’t bother to find out your name and they know it’s not even true. Everyone will have forgotten about it by Monday.”

Derek sighed, casting one last look at the picture. That’s when he noticed the design on the guy’s shirt and couldn’t stop himself from smiling at the cute fox waving both middle fingers with the caption “Look at all the fox I give”.

“Derek?” Laura asked worriedly. 

“Yeah, you’re right. It’ll blow over.”

… … … … …

Two days later, Derek was getting ready for his first practice ever with his new team, the Los Angeles Dodgers. He had just finished his Master’s degree in architecture at NYU and had been lucky to get drafted after playing college ball since his freshman year. It hadn’t been easy to leave Laura alone in New York, but since Cora was going to UCLA next fall, after traveling all over South America, he felt better knowing that he would be able to be there for his little sister. 

Derek had barely walked into the locker room when Chris Argent, the team manager, called out his name from a nearby room.

“You wanted to see me, sir?” Derek asked nervously when he reached the opened door of Chris’ office.

“Yes, please take a seat.” Chris said with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m sure you’ve seen the press by now.” He finally said as soon as Derek sat down.

“The press, sir?” Derek wondered. Sure, there had been a few articles about him getting drafted but he wasn’t a star player or anything, he was probably going to get benched for his first season.

“About you and Stiles Stilinski?”

“Wha- That’s not- I’m not dating him! I don’t even know him! We just walked next to each other for like two seconds, that’s it… and my name’s not mentioned anywhere!” Derek rambled in one breath. 

“Not yet, but sooner or later, someone will recognize you and that will have consequences for the team. We need to prepare for that, which is why you have a meeting this afternoon with Stilinski’s PR team, they will brief you on everything. The details are there.” Chris said as he gave Derek a piece of paper. “Don’t be late.”

Derek had obviously no choice and the whole thing kept him distracted during practice. He didn’t do too bad though, and his teammates were nice enough not to bring up the fact that his face was on countless gossip rags by now. He got home an hour before he had to be at that meeting. 

Thankfully, it wasn’t far from his place so he could get there in fifteen minutes with the bus. Thirty minutes later he was holding a towel around his waist as he stared at the different possible outfits he had laid down on his bed. He kept going from his one and only suit to a more casual green henley and dark jeans outfit. He had not spent so much time caring about his clothes since his last date and that had been two years ago and the guy had turned out to be a complete douchebag. 

Derek finally grabbed the jeans and henley, thinking he would look ridiculous in a suit. He quickly searched his drawers for a clean pair of socks and some underwear and threw on his clothes. A few minutes later, he was waiting for the bus and realized that he hadn’t checked his hair at all and they were probably sticking up everywhere. He did not have the time to run back home so he tried to slick them back while looking desperately through the bus stop’s glass to look for his reflection. He checked again in the bus’ window when he sat down and another time at the bus stop when they arrived. 

The place turned out to be so nondescript that it took Derek twenty minutes to find it even though he kept walking past it. He walked in, stressing over the fact that he was probably red-faced and sweating. He slicked his hair back one last time then took the stairs up to the first floor where three people were waiting for him in an open meeting room. 

There was a red-headed woman who didn’t look a day over 20 and dressed like some kind of model; a man in his mid-forties who was obviously trying to look younger with stylish dyed hair, ripped out jeans and a tight bright red t-shirt with a v-neck so deep Derek could have sworn he could see the beginning of the man’s abs; and a woman in her late twenties or early thirties with black hair held in a tight bun and a pressed professional suit. She saw Derek first and approached the door.

“Mister Hale, we were starting to think you weren't going to come.” She said.

“Sorry, I… I had trouble finding the place.”

“Well, now that you’re here, let me introduce everyone; This is Jim -”

“Jimmy.” The man in question said. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Derek, may I call you Derek?” He continued, ignoring the woman he had interrupted as he gave Derek a once over and a sly smile.

“Jim,” the woman insisted “is Mr. Stilinski’s manager, Lydia is Mr. Stilinski’s PA and I am Sarah, I work as a PR consultant and Mr. Stilinski has hired me to take care of this mess.”

“This won’t take long.” Lydia said. “We know the press has nothing to go on and the picture itself is quite meaningless but they’ve been trying to get proof of Stiles being with a guy for years and this is the closest they’ve ever been. We need to make sure it does not go further.”

“Well, I didn’t even know the guy existed until yesterday so can’t we just... ignore it until it goes away?” Derek suggested with a shrug. 

“Technically, it’s exactly what we’re asking you to do. We just want to make sure that you are prepared and know what to say when they inevitably find out who you are.” Sarah said as she took a piece of paper out of her bag. “Here you will find all the details. In essence: you do not know each other, you do not care about Mr. Stilinski’s sexual orientation and do not wish to comment on a picture of two strangers walking on the same sidewalk. Also, if you see Mr. Stilinski anywhere, avoid him. Do not give them the opportunity of a second photo. Understood?”

“That seems rather simple…” Derek agreed.

“I agree, did we really need a meeting for that?” Lydia complained. 

“Well, now that we’re done with the chit chat; Derek, have you ever thought about a career in modeling?” Jim said after walking into Derek’s personal space and placing his hand on Derek’s arm.

“Seriously Jim?” Sarah deadpanned “This isn’t the ti-”

“Holy shit! He actually exists.” A voice sounded from the door. They all turned towards it and saw Stiles taking off a baseball cap (of the Mets, Derek felt kind of betrayed) and sunglasses. This time there were no cute foxes on his shirt. 

“What the hell are you doing here Stilinski?” Lydia nearly shouted.

“Come on Lyds! This whole mess is my fault, the least I can do is apologize.”

“Mr. Stilinski, this is a terrible idea. This is exactly what we need to avoid.” Sarah scolded the newcomer.

“It’s fine, I wasn’t followed. Now, can you all leave so I can talk to him alone, please?”

Sarah sighed but left silently with her lips pressed into a thin line. Jim left the room as well but not before giving his card to Derek and whispering “Call me.” while miming a phone with his hand. Finally, Lydia followed them out but she cast a look at Stiles before that could mean something like ‘I know what you’re up to.’ or ‘I hate you right now’. She reminded Derek of his sisters.

Once they were alone, the two men shared an awkward silence the first few minutes during which Derek noticed Stiles’ cute cupid bow lips and upturned nose.

“I’m really sorry about this mess.”

MAIN IDEA:

After Stiles uses this poor innocent guy as a fake bodyguard, the paparazzi convince the world that they are dating. Now, all Stiles needs to do is to stay away from Derek Hale and it would blow over. Except Stiles keeps following Derek on social media and the sports network. Stiles' fans are now following Derek around, making things difficult for his team. Also Stiles is spotted with a new baseball cap… Why would a mets fan wear a Dodger hat?
Is that Stiles at Derek’s baseball game? Why is Derek posting selfies from YOUR appartement Stiles? YOU HAD ONE JOB!

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“We have a new guy who’s starting today.” Laura said innocently while looking at the passing streets through the window of Derek’s car. 

“I know, you told me about him when he got hired.” Derek answered monotonously.  He knew where she was going with this but he was too tired for this shit. He’d had to stay three more hours at work the previous day to complete paperwork on five arrests because his partner had bailed, again. He had fallen asleep the moment his head had hit the pillow at 2:38 a.m. and woke up ten hours later to Laura knocking on his door for their pre-shift lunch. Now, he was driving them to the corner of King and Arthur where his sister worked as an EMT for the NY Fire Department right across the street from the 55th precinct of the NYPD where he was an officer. 

“You’d like him.”

“Laura…” Derek sighed.

“No, hear me out!” She said, finally turning around to look at him. “He’s 23, he's pre-med and he’s cute, what more do you need?”

“I didn’t know pre-med was a prerequisite for me to like someone.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Just stop trying to fix me up with every guy you meet that might be gay. Please.”

“Well, you’ll never meet someone if you don’t try! All you do is go to work then straight back to your place.”

“Maybe I’ll meet someone at work.” Derek joked.

“Oh yeah? Have you arrested anyone interesting lately?”

“Nah, just the usual drunks, drug dealers and occasional thugs.” Derek drawled as he parked in front of the precinct. 

“You know, drug dealers make a lot of money and you only have to see them when they’re out of jail.” Laura said with a smirk as they got out of the car.

“Hilarious.” Derek deadpanned. “I’m gonna be late for roll call, see you later.”

“Be careful.” Laura said. She always told him to be careful before a shift, even when she didn’t work that day, he would get a text to remind him.

“You too!”

Derek hurried inside and went straight to the locker room to change into his uniform. 

“Hey.” He said in a rush to the officers in the room. John Sullivan was in his mid-forties, he was someone Derek only knew in passing but he always considered him as a good cop and instructor, they had shared an RMP a few times and Derek liked his “solving problems” philosophy, even if it lacked the adrenaline he had been used to with his own instructor. Ty Davis, Sully’s partner, had been in the academy with Derek and they had started at the five-five together two years ago. They were good friends but Derek didn’t share Ty’s enthusiasm for going out and dating a new woman every week. Faith Yokas was a mother in her thirties, Derek didn’t know her as much as the others but he sometimes sought her out for advice since her partner, Maurice “Bosco” Boscorelli was almost as reckless as Derek’s. The difference was that Bosco was essentially a good cop, he may be rough around the edges and an asshole sometimes, but he wanted to do his job right in the end. Jackson Whittemore was a completely different story. 

Jackson and Derek had been partners for a few months now, ever since Derek’s instructor had retired, but Derek could not stand that guy and 8 hours alone in a car with him was slowly making him lose his mind. Especially since Jackson did not want to be there. He wanted to be the hero cop, arresting drug lords, serial killers and the like. He was clearly waiting for a promotion that he ‘knew’ he deserved, even though he was just the rookie that no one wanted to work with… Which was probably why Derek got stuck with him, he could never say no to the boss.

“Whittemore bailed on you again yesterday?” Ty asked, leaning against the side of Derek’s locker.

“Yep.” Derek said, putting on his shoe more forcefully than necessary. 

“You need to talk to Lieu’ about it, man. It’s not right.”

“Talk to Lieu’ about what?” Bosco asked as he walked in and rushed to his locker. “You’re not thinking of turning rat on us Hale, are you?” 

Derek did not answer but shared a knowing look with Ty before slamming his locker shut. They all walked out and went into the room used for roll call, with the exception of Bosco who was still changing.

Whittemore was already in the room, leaning against the wall the furthest away from the Lieutenant with his usual smug look. Derek sat as far away from him as possible. 

“Yokas! Where’s your partner?” Lieutenant Swersky asked with an exasperated sigh. He had to ask that question almost every day.

“Here!” Bosco shouted as he ran in.

“Nice of you to join us…” Swersky continued before starting roll-call. There was nothing new that day so they were out after a few minutes. Derek was barely out of his seat when Jackson walked past him. 

“You get our radios, I’ll wait outside.” He said without waiting for an answer. Instead of going to get the radios, Derek walked up to Swersky.

“Hey Lieu’, have you thought about-”

“I’m sorry Hale, I’m trying but no one wants to work with that guy.” the Lieutenant said before Derek could finish his sentence.

“What about putting him on foot patrol?” Derek asked desperately.

“The last time I tried, I got an earful from my boss about making the son of his buddy the district attorney unhappy! He’s a nightmare, everyone he works with complains about him, I can’t put him alone without putting civilians at risk, I can’t put him on foot patrol without pissing off the higher-ups…” The lieutenant rambled until he noticed the dejected look on Derek’s face, then he added: “I’ll figure something out. Just give me more time, okay?”

“Sure. I better go before he leaves without me.” 

Sure enough, when Derek got to the car after signing out their radios, Jackson yelled at him to get a move on from the driver side of the car. Derek could not remember the last time he had driven his RMP, yet another reason why he had to get rid of that jerk.

MAIN IDEA:

A pretty regular Cop/EMT pairing set in the world of Third Watch with some homophobia angst and basically my main thing was that Derek would at one point run into a building on fire, which would make Stiles super mad and possibly be the trigger for their relationship or be their coming out event as Stiles would kiss Derek in front of the all NYFD and NYPD people on scene. Then, Stiles would get himself in a dangerous situation, possibly the hostage kind, and nearly get himself shot, which would make Derek super mad but also make him realize that he wanted to move in with Stiles?