#stilinski!reader

his door cracks open down the hall, his messy hair poking out like a groundhog mid-hibernation.

“technically,” he says groggily, “there was still, like...a drop.”

“i hate you.”

“goodnight.”

you grumble and toss the chip bag on your desk, flipping on the bedside lamp - and nearly jump out of your skin.

because someone is standing in your room. again. you flinch back so fast you smack your elbow on the dresser. “jesus- ” you cut yourself off with a sharp exhale. “theo! you have to stop doing that!”

he’s leaning against the window frame, arms crossed, smug as ever. “hi, sweetheart.”

you glare at him, heart still racing. “i hate when you do that. there’s a front door, you idiot.”

“yeah, and stiles is home.”

you blink. “...so?”

“so i didn’t feel like having a shovel thrown at me.”

you snort. “he’s not gonna throw a shovel. he tolerates you now. if anything, you’ll get a nasty look and a dramatic sigh. maybe a passive-aggressive comment if he’s feeling bold.”

“still. didn’t want to risk ruining the mystique.” he grins. “what can i say? your dad’s badge on the wall also makes it feel a little forbidden. adds to the thrill.”

“he’s not even home tonight.”

“exactly. and i still chose the window. commitment.”

you huff and toss a chip at him. “congratulations. you’re dumb and dramatic.”

he catches it midair and eats it with a smirk. “stale,” he says with a grimace. “what happened to cereal?”

“stiles happened,” you mutter, sitting on your bed. “he drank the milk and then put the empty carton back. so now i’m stuck with flavorless sadness in a bag.”

“you want me to take him out?”

you blink. “...like, mafia style or just slap him a little?”

“dealer’s choice.”

you roll your eyes but can’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “you’re the worst.”

he grins and flops onto the bed beside you. “and yet, here i am.”

you glance at him. messy hair, smug grin, window-crashing habits and all. and yeah - he’s the worst. but he’s yours. and honestly?

You had always tried to keep your head down as much as you could when you walked through the halls of Beacon Hills High.

It was less than you were insecure or worried about bullies.

“Please sleep with me.”

It was because you were cursed with the Stilinski trait of “not being able to shut your damn mouth”.

“Excuse me?” Isaac Lahey asked, looking down at you and raising an eyebrow. Erica Reyes snuck up behind him, curiously wanting to check out the interaction.

You glanced at her, already cursing the fact that your mouth was opening again.

“It can be a three-way”

Issac choked on his spit, while Erica grinned widely.

All you had wanted to do was make it to your maths class on time, but now you stared blankly at Erica and Isaac as you wondered how hard it would be to flee the country.

It didn't help that you already knew the two of them. Maybe you weren't friends, but you had many friendly conversations with them through the years. It was just something about their new look that kept you from being able to censor yourself.

“I think I’d perfer it if it was us just us two” Erica purred teasingly, and Isaac rolled his eyes, trying to ignore the blush on his own face. Between the two, Eric definitely seemed to be a lot more confident in their new makeovers.

You slowly nodded… before turning around quickly and silently walking away in the opposite direction.

Erica seemed stunned for a second, not expecting you just to jump ship. “Hey,” She called out, but you just quickened your pace, almost sprinting away from the two.

You had to admit, you had always thought the two were attractive, in a very shy and charming way. But it was clear they now had a new confidence that was very intimidating…and hot.

And you needed to get as far away from them before you could embarrass yourself anymore.

Erica stepped forward to follow after you, but issac held out his hand, stopping her. “You know who that is, right?”

“Yeah, of course,” Erica spoke like it was obvious, annoyed that the Lahey boy had stopped her.

“Then you know we shouldn't be talking to her. She’ll just report back to Stiles,”

Erica huffed. “Can’t a girl want a bit of attention with her new look?” She smirked, and Isaac rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, you can. Just get it from literally anyone else.”

Unfortunately for Erica, she didn't want it from anyone else.

Further down the hall, you locked in on Stiles, who was standing next to Scott by his locker. “So I’m dying a virgin,” You announced as you approached them. Scott instantly began coughing while Stiles merely raised an eyebrow.

He had gotten used to your odd entrances.

”Is that so?”

“Well, unless you have any ways to come back from blurting out that you want to have a threesome with Erica Reyes and Issac Lahey to their faces.”

This got Stiles’ attention, as he and Scott quickly whipped towards you, with concerned looks.

“What?”

“You talked to them?”

They asked frantically, and you groaned, still embarrassed by it all.

“Barely. I don't know what happened to them, but magically they're now so pretty. I swear they should be covered in glitter.”

“Well, it's not magic. They’re Derek’s new betas.”

You’re eyes widened as you straightened out, now matching the frantic energy of your brother. “Really?” You asked, and they both nodded.

“Why didn't you guys tell me sooner?” You hissed, suddenly very stressed about the fact that you made a move on the two enemy werewolves.

“We were kind of preoccupied trying to keep them from killing Lydia.”

You groaned. “I always miss out on everything,” You whined. You were only a year younger than Stiles, but apparently, in the world of the supernatural, it meant you missed out on 70% of major events.

“Oh, poor you. Your life isn't in constant danger,” Stiles spoke sarcastically, and you looked to Scott, hoping for some sympathy.

“Hey, don’t look at me, I’ve learnt my lesson. I’m not picking you over Stiles ever.” Scott was referring to the time he once agreed with you in a sibling argument, and Stiles ignored him for 2 weeks…while they were working on a group assignment together.

“Look, just stay away from them. We don't want you getting hurt,” Stiles spoke, a bit more seriousness to his voice.

You nodded, “After the interaction I just had with them, I’m hoping I don't see them til I graduate.” Stiles wrapped his arm around your neck, ruffling your hair, which you quickly pushed him away.

You took one step towards him, before he was bolting down the halls, smiling like an idiot. You sighed, as your brother almost crashed into people as her taunted you down the corridors.

“Is he ever going to grow up?” Scott asked, and you shook your head. “Don’t think so”

Suddenly, you turned to Scott, looking him up and down.

He tilted his head at you. “What?” He asked, and you patted him on the back. “

You really got the short end of the stick when it comes to werewolf makeovers.” 

---

You stepped out of your math class, happy to finally be free of the soul-crushing work you had to go through to even stay awake.

Trudging to your locker, you began to pack your things into your bag, ready to go home and collapse on the couch.

Closing your locker, you jumped at the sudden appearance of Erica Reyes leaning up against the locker next to you.

She smirked, liking the attention as she pretended to check her nails. “That was a really funny thing you said earlier,” She shifted her eyes to make direct eye contact with you.

I’ve been told I’m a very funny person.” You forced an awkward laugh, trying not to give away how nervous you were. You hoped that maybe Erica had yet to learn about how to use her hearing to listen to heartbeats.

“I do have to say it did get a bit jealous,” she pouted, leaning forward and playing with your hair.

“Why?” You simply asked, your mouth too dry to say anything else.

“Well, it’s not very kind when someone flirts with two people at the same time. I didn't want to share your attention.” You nodded on instinct, before quickly shaking your head. “No, I wasn't… that wasn't flirting.”

She fake pouted, “So you don't want to flirt with me? Do you not think I’m attractive?” She batted her eyelashes at you, and you quickly threw her off you.

“Hey,” she complained as you swung your backpack around, using it as an almost shield. “What is wrong with you?” She tried to compose herself.

“You’re not going to trick me into getting the bite,” You yelled, looking almost proud of yourself for working out her ‘scheme’.

“Wha-what are you talking about? I’m not trying to get you to join the pack,” She huffed, and you shook your head rapidly. “Like I’m going to believe you.”

You began awkwardly shuffling away from her, still keeping the bag as your shield. “You look like an idiot,” She blankly spoke, and you grinned. “I would rather be an idiot than a werewolf,” you hissed, and she rolled her eyes.

“So you better keep you and your beautiful face away from me, cause I'm not gonna fall for it.” Giving her one last smug look, you bolted towards the exit as if she was about to chase you.

While you congratulated yourself for your awesome detective skills, Erica watched your figure leave, feeling conflicted.

On one hand, you had clearly admitted that you were attracted to her.

On the other hand, you also clearly saw her as the enemy.

Sighing, she composed herself, hoping no one had seen her break her persona.

She held the power now.

She was the hot one.

You would come around eventually. 

---

“Hey Erica, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out on-”

“Shut up, Greenberg.”

Erica didn't even stop to probably reject Greenberg as she stormed through the school hallway. She was on a hunt to find you.

You had now been avoiding her for a whole week. Not just cute awkward conversations that you flustered and tried to get out of, but full-on running away to avoid her.

She was fuming.

Maybe if you had been avoiding the start, she could have dealt with the rejection, but you gave her a taste of what it was like to have you attracted to her. And she wanted more.

She finally found you drinking water at the fountain, completely free of any friends or annoying brothers.

You glanced upwards, being met with the image of the blonde werewolf stomping towards you. You choked on the water you were drinking, quickly rising and holding out your hands for protection.

You winced as you felt Erica stop right in front of you. "We’re at school, you can't attack me here.”

Ignoring your protests, she grabbed the front of your shirt, pulling you in close. “Why have you been avoiding me?” She snarled, and you opened your eyes ever so slightly.

“I’ll stop ignoring you when you stop trying to seduce me,” You managed to snap, despite literally cowering under her glare. "I'll never join you and your pack, so you can give up."

She groaned, letting go of your shirt, and you stumbled to keep your balance. “Do you really think I’ve been doing all of that just for Derek?”

“Yes,” You spoke bluntly, “I’ve known Derek for longer than you. That man is crazy nuts. I’m surprised he hasn't sent Isaac and Boyd after me, too.” You huffed, and Erica groaned.

“Oh my god, why do you have to be so annoying?” She yelled, stomping away from you.

“I can't help the genes I was born with,” You yelled out after her, but she didn't turn. You gave a smug look, looking around the hallway as if people were going to congratulate you.

Not a single student had even stopped to watch the interaction.

You were filled with a sense of pride as you sat in your history class, confidently answering questions…even if you got half of them wrong.

Halfway through the lesson, you asked for a bathroom pass, almost whistling as you walked to the girls' bathroom.

Pushing open the door, you halted to see a familiar blonde sitting against the wall, her arm wrapped around her legs as she cried into them. You froze, not used to seeing the confident blonde in such a state.

She glanced up at you before scoffing. She turned her head, waiting for you to leave or go into a stall. You instead just stared at her, slowly closing the door so no one else would see her.

“Are you alright?” You asked softly, and Erica rolled her eyes. “Oh, now you care about me?”

You awkwardly stood there, not knowing what to say. Had you really been that harsh?

Looking up at you and your stupid, adorable, confused face, Erica groaned. “You know I liked you for the longest time,” She spoke bluntly, most of her shame disappearing.

You had already seen her at her worst; it wasn't like she could ruin her reputation much more.

Your face instantly heated up, a bright blush covering every inch.“What?”

“Yeah, I had the biggest crush on you since you were a freshman, but I never acted on it cause I knew you wouldn't like me. So when I got the transformation, I was so excited to finally get your attention.” Erica gestured to you, still awkwardly standing there. “But all it’s done has made you hate me more.”

You stayed silent for a moment.

“So does that mean you weren't trying to manipulate-”

“Oh my god,” She cried, fed up with your supervision.

You quickly shook your head, rushing over to her and kneeling beside her. “No, I just…I honestly thought that’s the only reason you’d ever pay attention to me.” Erica looked up at you like you had said the craziest thing.

“I mean..” You blushed instantly, feeling her gaze. “Even before the bite, you were always a cooler older student, and I was nothing but Stiles' sister. And then suddenly, everyone started noticing you in the way I noticed you, and I just assumed that…I had lost all hope.” You paused. “And also Stiles gets pretty paranoid when it comes to the supernatural, and I guess some of that rubbed off on me.”

Erica’s eyes tracked over you, like she was thinking over what you had said. “So we both have liked each other for a while…but were too insecure to do anything”

“Yeah, pretty much.” You nodded, sighing in almost defeat. “Which is very reflective of how our country puts pressure on young girls to act and look certain-”

Your rant was interrupted by a pair of lips meeting yours. You didn't even try, and get the rest of your words in, instantly melting into the kiss.

Once you pulled apart, you looked at Erica with a dopey smile, still leaning in so you were ready to catch a kiss if she wanted to again.

She smirked, happy to finally have your attention again. Better yet, this time it felt more genuine, more pure… and Isaac wasn't there to ruin it.

“I do have to confess that Derek did send me here to kiss you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at Erica's comment as she giggled.

“I know you're joking, but I do need you to confirm that’s not true so I can still sleep at night."

She smiled softly. “It was a joke,” She clarified before leaning in for another kiss, one you happily returned.

Yeah, maybe she was a werewolf of the enemy side, but you never really liked fighting.

You'd much rather love Erica Reyes.

“What do you want to watch while we eat?” Y/N calls out to Derek. She’s sitting on the couch in her pajama shorts and t-shirt, TV remote in hand, scrolling through movies on the various streaming services they pay for. She’s thought about asking Tony to buy them all out and create just one platform for everything because paying for multiple subscriptions to watch her favorite shows and movies is getting old—and expensive.

“You can pick,” Derek calls back from the kitchen where he’s plating up the dinner he made for them.

“Hm, what do I want to watch,” Y/N says to herself, continuing to scroll through the movies on Netflix. “Do I want something I want to pay attention to or background noise?”

“Don’t pick anything too long,” Derek says, walking toward the couch with their plates full of food. “You might not have work tomorrow, but I’ve got two interviews in the morning.”

“Thank you,” Y/N says, grabbing her plate from him and setting it down on the coffee table. “It’s not even 7:30 yet. Do you plan on going to bed after this?”

“Who said anything about going to bed?” Derek smirks at her before taking a bite out of his food.

“Well, in that case, I might just put on an episode of something so I have enough time to shower and maybe slip on something a little sexy for you.” Y/N smirks back.

“You know you don’t have to do any of that for me. You’re sexy to me no matter what.”

“Yes, but I’m all gross from helping Steve and Bucky today. Plus, I may or may not have bought a little something to surprise you in the other day. I haven’t had time to wear it since our schedules have been so hectic.” As Y/N finishes her sentence, her phone starts to ring on the coffee table in front of her. It’s face down, but she knows it’s Stiles by the ringtone. She debates sending him to voicemail but decides to pick up her phone and answer. “Didn’t we just see each other?”

“Donovan’s gone,” Stiles’ voice rings through the speaker.

“Gone? What do you mean gone?” Derek sets his plate down on the coffee table as he listens in on the conversation.

“I mean Lydia found the transport van with dead bodies inside, but no Donovan.”

Y/N glances over at Derek, who gets off the couch and moves toward the front door to grab his keys and put his shoes on, “Where are you?” Stiles rambles off the address as Y/N slips on her shoes and follows Derek out of the loft. “We’ll be there in a few minutes.”

---

Pulling up next to Stiles’ jeep, they take in the busy crime scene. Officers are scattered throughout the area around the blocked-off road. In the back, Y/N notices the transport van in the middle of the road with the back doors open. Whether they were like that when Lydia found it or the officers opened them, she doesn’t know. Y/N and Derek run up to where Stiles and the sheriff are talking.

“What happened?” Y/N asks, looking over to the van to see if she can notice anything that will tell her what’s going on. There’s a sense in the back of her mind telling her that someone is watching her.

“Scott is out looking for Donovan. His lawyer is dead, and he also possibly mortally wounded two officers.” Her dad replies. He’s still dressed up for his date, and Y/N wonders if he was even able to make it before getting called in.

“You think Donovan did this?”

“We don’t know,” Stiles says. “I think it was someone else.”

“What’s your theor-” Y/N cuts herself when she sees someone quickly duck out of view on the street above them.

“What?” The sheriff looks over to the place she’s staring at.

“There was someone there watching us. I’m not sure what they looked like since they ducked out real quick.” Y/N stares for a moment longer before focusing back on her dad and brother. Noah motions to an officer passing by to check where Y/N was staring at.

“Anyways, as I was say-,” She’s cut off by Officer Parrish’s radio sparking to life with Scott’s muffled voice.

“Scott, is that you?” Parrish asks into his radio. Y/N, Derek, Stiles, and the sheriff walk over to Parrish and the others. Y/N now notices that Lydia, Malia, and Kira are there as well.

“Yeah, I found Donovan. He seems completely freaked out. He keeps saying the name Tracy.” Scott replies.

The sheriff grabs Parrish’s radio off the officer’s shoulder, “Tracy who?”

“Stewart,” Lydia says, “Tracy Stewart.”

“Who’s that?” Y/N asks. Lydia said the name like it was obvious, but she’s never heard that name before.

“She’s a girl that goes to our school. She said she’s been having night terrors.”

“Parrish, go find Scott, pick up Donovan, and take him back to the station. And take another officer with you.” The officer nods at the sheriff in confirmation before leaving him with the others. “The rest of you should go home. Most of you have school in the morning, and I have a few phone calls to make to some families tonight. We don’t know what happened here, but I will let you know if we do.”

“Shouldn’t we be out looking for Tracy?” Stiles asks. Lydia, Malia, and Kira are already walking back to Lydia’s car, but Stiles isn’t ready to stop for the night.

“We will look for Tracy; you will look for your bed. Go home.”

“Fine,” Stiles huffs, rolling his eyes in frustration as he walks off toward his jeep.

“Both of you too,” Noah says, looking at Y/N and Derek.

“Derek has work tomorrow, but I don’t. Call me if you need help with anything. And I mean supernatural help, not paperwork help.” Y/N says before hugging her dad goodbye.

“Should we stop and pick up some dinner on the way home?” Derek asks as they walk back to the camaro. “We didn’t have time to eat much before Stiles called.”

“Please. I’m so hungry. I only had like one bite before we left.” Y/N smiles at him sweetly while wrapping her arms around him.

“Just tell me where to go.”

---

“Thanks for coming in. We’ll let you know what we decide in a day or two.” Derek shakes the interviewee’s hand before watching the guy leave.

Cora smirks as she watches the interaction. She can tell by Derek’s body language that he doesn’t like the guy. After the guy leaves, she turns to Derek, “So, I’m guessing I shouldn’t expect to see him again?”

“For someone with ten years of experience, Issac knows more than him,” Derek says frustratedly. He was the second person to come in today, and Derek wasn’t impressed with either. The first girl was experienced but said she could only work two days a week due to her other job, and Derek needs someone full-time. The second guy’s resume looked good, but it was obvious he wasn’t as experienced as he claimed to be.

Derek wishes he could be back home with Y/N already, and it’s not even noon yet. He got to the shop early to prepare for the first interview at 8 AM and open at 7AM, but that meant leaving his beautiful girlfriend in bed by herself this morning—something she was not pleased about. He also expects to be home later than usual since four cars were dropped off this morning after their catalytic converters were stolen the night before.

“Should I print out more resumes? There has to be someone in this town who lives up to your standards.” Cora says. Derek put her in charge of going through the online applications and printing out the resumes of the people who looked qualified.

“Print them out and put them on my desk. I’ll go through them at lunch, and then you can set up an interview with the ones I give back to you.” Derek huffs. Y/N frequently tells him that he needs to stop working through lunch and use that time to take a break, which is a bit hypocritical of her as she tends to do the same. “If you see one from Bucky Barnes, make sure to print it out too.”

“Isn’t that one of the Avengers guys?”

“He’s Y/N’s uncle, and I told her I would see if he’s qualified or not. He apparently needs a job, and I was told that he might be a good fit.” He’s glad no one else is in the room with them right now. If the wrong customer were here, it would be all over the internet the next day that Bucky Barnes might work at the garage. Derek doesn’t have social media, but he hears all of the idiotic things people say online about him and the others from Y/N and his pack.

“You’ve gone soft because of her.” Cora teases.

Derek rolls his eyes, “I said I’d see if he was a good fit, not that I would hire him. I doubt he applies anyway. He doesn’t like me.”

“Well, you don’t always make the best first impression with you being all growly and broody and stuff.”

“You’ve been hanging out with Stiles too much.” Derek huffs. He moves to head back to his office when the front door opens, the bells at the top ringing in notification. Looking at the front, Bucky Barnes walks into the Hale Garage front office.

“Hi, welcome to Hale Garage. How can I help you?” Cora smiles sweetly at Bucky before turning to smirk at Derek.

Bucky slowly walks up to the front desk. His eyes are looking at everything but Cora and Derek. Getting closer to the desk, he notices the picture of Y/N he previously took off the corkboard has been replaced with a new one. The old picture is now in a frame in his and Steve’s living room. Bucky clears his throat, “Y/N told me that you’re looking for a mechanic and that I should apply…”

“Did you apply online?”

“No,” Bucky says, digging into his jacket pocket to retrieve his folded resume, “I brought my resume because I thought you might have an application here I could fill out.” Bucky fiddles nervously with the resume while waiting for Cora or Derek to say something. He hates that Steve talked him into this.

Bucky wasn’t going to apply. The more he thought about working with (for) Derek, the more he hated the idea. He decided he would rather work for Hydra than work with Derek; then Steve got into his head. Steve kept telling him how much Y/N would appreciate it if he applied and how she probably visits the shop frequently. He also brought up how Y/N just did a lot for them with their new place.

“Um, I could print one out for you to fill out. You’ll just have to give me a moment.” Cora says, glancing at Derek before moving over to the computer next to her.

Derek watches Bucky for a moment. He’s hoping his face didn’t show his surprise when Bucky said he was here to apply. He assumed Bucky wouldn’t come within 100 feet of this place.

After a few moments of silence, Derek turns his attention to Cora and says, “After he fills it out, bring him back to my office.” He walks back to his office after Cora hums in acknowledgment.

Walking into his office, Derek leaves the door open for when Cora and Bucky are finished. He sits down in the chair behind his desk and pulls out his phone to text Y/N.

Barnes is here to apply.

Really? He didn’t seem interested when I brought it up.

He brought his resume and is filling out the application right now.

I told Cora to bring him to my office when he’s done.

You’re interviewing him now?

How did the interviews go this morning?

Yeah.

They were fine but not what I’m looking for.

Maybe I should apply;)

I think work production would go down if you worked here.

Are you saying I’m a bad worker or a distraction…?

We both know you’re a distraction.

A sexy distraction;)

Derek starts to type out his reply when Cora knocks on his open door, “Hey, you told me to bring him here after he was done.”

“Yes, thank you,” Derek holds out his hand to take Bucky’s resume and application from Cora’s hand while setting his phone face down on his desk. She walks into the office, and Bucky slowly trails behind her.

Derek and Cora whisper quietly to each other as Bucky’s eyes wander around the office. For an office in an auto shop, it was fairly clean. Other than a few messy stacks of papers on the desk, the rest of the office is tidy and organized. Behind Derek was a corkboard similar to the one up front. It has a few photos of his pack members and what appears to be old family photos.

The photos that stick out to Bucky the most is the photo booth strip in the bottom right corner. The top photo is Y/N smiling at the camera while Derek is staring at her with a small smile on his face. The photo below is Y/N and Derek looking at each other with big smiles on their faces. The next photo is them passionately kissing, and the last photo is Y/N laughing while Derek’s face is blocked by the disgusted face of Stiles.

Staring at the strip of photos, Bucky can’t help but think of how happy Y/N looks in them. Her smile is brighter than anything he’s seen since they’ve re-met each other. Even her laugh in the last photo is something he hasn’t witnessed. It looks loud and carefree. He can’t help but wonder if it’s because they aren’t as close as she is to Derek and Stiles or if it’s from her memories of Hydra coming back and the new ones she gained while kidnapped.

“Take a seat,” Derek’s voice breaks Bucky from his thoughts. As he sits down in the chair in front of Derek’s desk, he realizes Cora has left and shut the door behind her.

Derek quietly reads through Bucky’s resume and application. He can tell that Bucky tailored his resume to the job opening, and on his application, he left a note stating that he’s been fixing up the bikes and cars the Avengers use for the past few years.

Bucky clears his throat and breaks the silence, “Do you have any questions?” That’s what Steve told him to ask at interviews. He can’t say it’s helped him since he has yet to be hired anywhere. He also doesn’t care if Derek has any questions. This is already humiliating enough.

“What’s one of your strengths?” Derek asks, still looking over Bucky’s resume and application.

“Um…I work quickly and can do things myself.”

“Weaknesses?”

“I’m not a people person,” Bucky answers bluntly.

“What’s the last thing you worked on?”

“I changed the oil in Steve’s car yesterday.”

“Why do you want this job?”

Bucky pauses, “What?”

“Why do you want this job?” Derek asks again, setting Bucky’s paperwork down on his desk in front of him.

Bucky thinks for a moment. How is he supposed to answer that? He can think of several reasons why he doesn’t want the job like he doesn’t want to work with or for Derek, he knows that reporters and fans like to show up, and he doesn’t want to work with or for Derek.

“Y/N told me about the job.” Bucky answers.

“I know, but why do you want it? I don’t want to hire anyone who doesn’t want to be here.”

Bucky huffs in frustration. Why can’t Derek just accept that he’s here? “I know what to do.”

“That still doesn’t answer my question,” Derek says. He knows he’s pushing Bucky’s buttons, but he wants a real answer from him. Bucky is more than qualified, and his test project will only further prove that, but he doesn’t want to hire him if he doesn’t want to be here. While he knows most people want jobs because they need money to pay their bills and feed themselves, he needs to know that Bucky is here for the job and not here to try and find more reasons to hate him and report his findings back to the others.

Bucky rolls his eyes and grumbles under his breath as he quickly stands up and moves to the door. He grabs the handle to open the door and leave but stops himself before he can open it. He takes a deep breath and takes a moment to calm himself down. Derek is only asking a simple question.

Bucky curses under his breath before letting go of the door handle and sitting back down in the chair he was previously sitting in. Taking another deep breath, he decides to answer the question honestly and bluntly, “I think working here would make Y/N happy. Do I want to work with you? No, I’d rather cut both my arms off with a small dagger, but I’d do anything for her.”

Derek stares at him for a moment, listening to his heartbeat as it stays steady. He’s hoping he doesn’t regret what he’s about to do. “What are you doing for the next hour?”

“Nothing.”

“Great, follow me,” Derek says, standing from his chair and exiting his office.

Bucky quietly follows him into the garage. He can see Derek’s uncle Peter working on a large black SUV in the middle and another kid, Isaac, if he remembers correctly, working on a small blue MINI Cooper next to Peter. He remembers Y/N said something about him finishing school online early when he was living in Paris. Now, he works here and lives in an apartment in the building Derek owns—though Y/N said that Derek doesn’t charge him for rent.

Derek stops in front of a white Kia Forte at the end of the garage. The hood is propped open, and there’s a rolling cart full of tools and more sitting next to it. Derek grabs a notebook and pencil from the cart and hands them to Bucky. “Look over the car and write down everything that’s wrong with it and how’d you fix it. The keys are on the cart. If you drive it, drive it down the block then back. Bring your notes to my office when you’re done.”

Bucky nods in acknowledgment before getting to work. The quicker he works, the quicker he can get this over with. If he gets the job, he gets the job. If he doesn’t, he’s going to kill Steve for convincing him to come here.

Derek watches Bucky for a few moments before walking away. He checks on Isaac as he walks by before walking over to their table with the work orders.

“Y/N got you hiring one of her other family members? What’s next? Is Stiles going to start working here too?” Peter asks, walking over to Derek, who is looking over the work order that’s up next.

“Y/N’s not making me do anything. She told him about the opening, and he came here on his own.” Derek replies, rolling his eyes at his uncle.

“Yeah, but I bet she put in a good word for him. He is family, after all.” Peter loves bringing up the fact that the Avengers are Y/N’s family every chance he gets. He especially loves bringing it up around Stiles. He knows it bothers him, and he loves to get under his skin.

“She told me it was up to me and to not do anything if he’s not qualified or if someone else is a better fit. Right now, he’s the most qualified person that’s applied, and everyone who has interviewed hasn’t proven to me they deserve to work here.”

“I still can’t believe the guy this morning didn’t notice that an entire headlight is missing on that piece of junk.” Peter motions his head over to the car Bucky is inspecting. “Doesn’t he hate you? Why would you want him working here?”

“I hate you, and you work here,” Derek replies.

Peter starts to reply but is cut off by Cora interrupting them, “Derek, you’ve got a phone call.”

“From who?” Derek asks.

“It’s the guy who came in last week and dropped off some old bikes. He says he found some more when clearing out his dad’s barn if you’re interested.”

“Transfer him to my phone, and I’ll talk to him,” Derek says, walking toward his office to speak to the guy in private—though working with other werewolves means there is no such thing as private conversations.

After speaking with the guy on the phone for a few minutes and working through a work order, Derek is sitting in his office eating the lunch Y/N stayed up and prepped for him while filling out paperwork.

A knock on his door has him looking up from the form he’s filling out, “Come in.”

The door slowly opens, and Bucky walks into the office. He sets the notebook and pencil in his hands down on the desk in front of Derek. He doesn’t say anything and watches as Derek picks up the notebook and looks over what he’s written down.

Derek hums in approval after he finishes reading through Bucky’s notes, “You caught everything wrong with it, and your processes are all right.”

“I would’ve finished sooner, but the kid kept asking me questions,” Bucky says. He had to ask Isaac for help so he could check the brake lights, and he ended up being stared at and asked multiple questions about what Y/N was like as a baby. He wanted to tell the kid to fuck off but decided not to in case it got back to Y/N.

“He’s not usually very chatty,” Derek says before rummaging through his bottom desk drawer. He pulls out a few papers and sets them on the desk in front of Bucky, “Fill these out and bring them with you when you start on Monday. We open at seven, but be here at least 15 minutes early for your first day.”

“You’re giving me the job?” Bucky asks incredulously.

“Yes, and you start Monday,” Derek says, picking up and holding up the paperwork for Bucky to take.

Bucky takes the papers from Derek’s hand while trying to think of what to say. There’s a devil on his shoulder telling him to throw the papers at Derek and tell him he doesn’t need the job. Then, there’s a voice in the back of his head that’s telling him to feel excited.

“See you Monday,” Bucky says before walking out of Derek’s office and speed-walking out of the building.

“Should I expect to see him again?” Cora asks with a smirk as she leans against the open door frame to Derek’s office.

“He starts Monday,” Derek replies, refocusing his attention on the paperwork he was filling out before Bucky interrupted him. He hopes that if he ignores Cora she will just go away.

“You really have gone soft. The old you wouldn’t have even given him the interview.”

“I’m not soft. He was just qualified for the job.”

“You keep telling yourself that,” Cora laughs as she walks back to the front desk.

Derek rolls his eyes at her antics before pulling out his phone to text Y/N.

Barnes starts on Monday.

Was he that good or the others that bad?

Both.

He said he applied because of you.

I hope that’s not why he got the job.

No. He’s good and has enough experience. Nothing to do with you.

Though if you wanted to thank me tonight, I wouldn’t object…

Hm…I’m sure I can think of something…

Stiles texted me and said they found the Tracy girl. They are with her at Deaton’s right now.

Are you going over?

No, they can handle it. Unless they call me, I plan on staying on the couch until you get home. Then we can move somewhere else…;)

How about we go out for dinner tonight? Somewhere nice.

Are you trying to wine and dine me? ;)

Ricci’s at 7. After we can stop for dessert wherever you’d like.

I’ll be ready!

Let’s hope nothing ruins our plans like last night.

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     First you sat at his desk with your feet on his paperwork throwing paper clips at him. He didn't even look up at you, just flipped to the next page in his report. When that failed to irritate him enough, you rearranged his desk and moved all of his files when he had gone to the bathroom. When he came back, you told him that you had shredded the files. The only person that succeeded on getting a rise out of had been your father, Sheriff Stilinski; who decided that you needed to be on timeout in his office. You moped around his office until he kicked you out of the station and told you to cause problems elsewhere. He probably immediately realized his mistake, but you were gone before he could amend that statement. 

    There was one very well known fact about you. Your little brother may be bad; a no it all who had a knack for getting in trouble, but you had perfected the art. All of the officers in the station had at one point or another pulled you over. A few had had the opportunity to cuff you and bring you in. If Noah Stilinksi had not been the Sheriff, you would have quite the rap sheet. Lucky for you no one ever pressed charges 

    Walking past all of the cruisers, you were not surprised to find that Jordan's was running and ready to go in case there was an emergency. Yeah, you'd get in trouble for this one, no doubt, but it was worth it. You opened the car and slid in. You were careful backing out, when they say drive it like you stole it, they mean follow traffic laws so there isn't reason to pull you over. You saw Jordan walking out of the station as you pulled out; you also saw him see you. This was about to escalate quickly. You ended up next to Scott and Stiles at the red light. Both of them practically hanging out the window while questioning your sanity. Just as the light turned green, you could hear sirens off in the distance. Maybe it was Parrish, maybe it was your father, either way you would end up in lock up. 

     You stepped on the gas as lights hit the rear view mirror. You floored it, running the next red light; that was thankfully at a dead end road that no one used. You could see that it was Parrish that was following you in his truck. Why an officer would need a truck and a car, you didn't understand, but you assumed that it was because he dealt with all of the supernatural shit in town. You were approaching the preserve and Hale house when you had to slam on the brakes to avoid driving head first into Derek. You were lucky that they were both supernatural or there would have been an accident. 

      You white knuckled the steering wheel while they both got out of their vehicles; Derek was going to check and make sure everyone was alright, and to make sure that Parrish didn't kill you. 

      "Sorry officer, I didn't see the red light, I’m color blind" you grinned up at him. His eyes danced with flames, he was beyond pissed. You could hear your father over the radio as your life flashed before your eyes. Parrish leaned in the window and grabbed the radio; presumably letting him know that he had caught you. 

     "I don't care, you stole my car!" Derek chuckled as he got back into his car and drove away, leaving you to deal with the consequences on your own. Jordan glared, clearly waiting for you to give him some sort of reasoning that would justify such stupidity and recklessness. 

    "In my defense, I was told to cause trouble somewhere other than at the station." Jordan didn't seem to follow your logic, "and you were ignoring me."

     "So you stole my car so I'd pay attention to you?" He stood ramrod straight and looked at you in disbelief. 

    "No, I stole your car to make you mad. You paying attention is just an added bonus." He was even more confused as you shooed him away from the door so you could get out. "Just cuff me already and we can discuss this on the way back to the station."

    "Not cuffing you." it was your turn to be confused. 

    "Why not?" you huffed.

    "Well, someone has to drive the cruiser back since I have the truck and despite the fact you stole it and ran a red light, you didn't wreck it so you get to drive it back. Then you can spend the afternoon cuffed to my desk," you gulped. Surely he didn't mean that in a way that you would enjoy. "And why were you so hellbent on making me mad?"

    "You're hot when you're mad and I was bored." you smirked at his expression. "Not that you aren't always hot. Maybe you should ask the Sheriff for a shirt in a size up." His sleeves looked like if he flexed, they would burst at the seams. 

    "Are you trying to flirt your way out of punishment?" He licked his lips and looked between the vehicles clearly plotting. "You know, these need to go to the car wash now that you decided to go down a dirt road." 

    "You aren't going to let me take these through the drive-thru car wash are you?" you looked at the mud and the clothes you were wearing. Jordan crossed his arms over his chest, aviator glasses and stance telling you he was going to enjoy this.

    "Nope, good old hand wash," he turned and walked back to his truck and got in, you followed suit and waited for him to pull out, which he didn't. He waved you to go first so he could follow you to the car wash. No running this time. It was packed so you waited in line, you spotted Derek vacuuming the Camero out. He saw you and Parrish in line and started laughing. He finished and pulled off to the side to enjoy the show. 

    When it was finally your turn, Parrish climbed out of the truck and leaned on the hood, arms resuming their crossed position. Derek mimicked him by his car. They were enjoying this too much. First thing you did was spray yourself in the face with the hose trying to get it working. Jordan had the decency to at least act like he wasn't laughing. There really wasn't a way to clean these vehicles and not get soaking wet. 

Your phone dinged with a notification from Derek: Guess who got caught and is now facing her first punishment! It was nice that he had left you in the group chat for that. You looked at the attached photo of you spraying yourself in the face; immortalized in the group chat. At some point Peter, Scott and Stiles appeared, deciding that they had to see this for themselves. All of them stood by as you struggled to get the car clean… you still had yet to start the truck. 

The audience got bored pretty quickly and dissipated, but not before Stiles handed Parrish a change of clothes for you. He kept the folded neatly and sat them on the passenger seat before returning to his supervisior duty. 

When you finally got the car done, Jordan hopped in and pulled it off to the side siting that he didn't want your wet ass in his car. When he pulled the truck forward, he didn't get out. He watched you closely from inside the truck, regretting his decision to make you wash the vehicles more and more as the seconds passed. 

You had stopped when some guy walked up to you to say hi. You looked mortified to be washing the vehicles while the officer was inside. You passed it off as just helping out, but you looked like you wanted to melt away. Jordan was also coming to a conclusion that he was going to have a hard time covering up; he was starting to really like you. You, Stiles' annoying older sister. Little miss can do no wrong. The OG shit head. Everyone agreed that you were far worse than Stiles. But you were growing on him. 

    Once you were done rinsing the truck, he rolled down the window deciding to test the waters. He called you over to hand you your clothes, when you turned to walk away, he pulled you back and in for a kiss. You didn't immediately pull away, but you didn't exactly reciprocate it either. He let you go to change your clothes. While you were getting dressed he inspected your work. When you walked back in, you silently got into the car and he followed you back to the station. Before you got in, you found his ticket book and wrote him a note: Next time get me coffee first ;).

It was dark outside. The silence of the night had slowly crept into the concrete walls of the loft Derek Hale called home. Nights like this had become far more customary than anyone in the pack had liked. At first, it was simply the go-to place for strategy meetings and the occasional fight. As more enemies accumulated in Beacon Hills, the nights at the loft seemed to get longer. The first time, Derek had just wanted to be understanding, looking around at the tired faces of the teens that had stumbled into this lifestyle. Then, it simply became the norm.

This time, they were gathered in the vast living room in order to protect (Y/N) Stilinski. A new threat had been targeting women that had an eerily resemblance to Stiles Stilinski’s little sister.

She was a quiet and reserved girl, stuck in her own head. Since she was a young girl she faded into the background – with a brother as eccentric as Stiles, it was easy to disappear. Due to her lack of social abilities, (Y/N) was always remembered as Stiles’ little sister. Rare was the time her hands were naked, always clothes with a pencil and a sketchbook. She recalled the moments of her life through the strokes on her pages.

Two weeks back Melissa McCall had pointed out an increase of emergency room visits from girls that looked a lot like the younger Stilinski. They all had wounds in the same areas and mysterious symptoms that had them enclosed in a quarantined area of the hospital.

The pack had quickly sprung into action. Without cluing the girl into what dangers lurked, they had assigned a rotative protection unit whilst at school and had Stiles drag her into “pack meetings” at Derek’s house that always went over normal hours. Tension was strong in the group, little to no answers as to who or what the threat was.

(Y/N) knew of the supernatural world. It was hard not to when the people closest to her were heavily involved in it. Granted, she had stumbled into Scott shifting during a full moon, her brother chaining their friend to a radiator. After, they had no option than to bring her into the lunacy of this world. Although, they did keep her as far from it as they could. Only when they absolutely needed the mechanics of her brain did they include her into whatever problem was prowling. Much like this night, where she lay in slumber as the rest of the pack deliberated on what to do.

Everyone but (Y/N) was awake – Scott, Stiles, Malia, Kira, Lydia, Derek, Allison, and Isaac. As the girl softly snored on Derek’s bed, the others were huddled over the kitchen island. Papers, books, computers, and pens were scattered on the countertop and a communal headache shared between them.

“There’s literally nothing here!” Stiles quietly exclaimed. “Whatever is hunting (Y/N) down is literally a fucking mystery.”

“Look, guys,” Derek started. “We’ve done all we can for tonight. Tomorrow I’m gonna meet a contact of mine that could possibly push us to the right direction. But for now, it’s better if we just take a break. Come into this with a fresh head.” 

“He’s right,” Scott added. “It won’t do us good if we just keep going over the same info we already have. Until we have a new lead, we just must keep protecting her from whatever is coming.” 

The rest agreed, finding an empty space to rest or a snack to distract them from their rampant minds.

As Malia paced, her foot kicked away a small book. She took it into her hands and opened it to the first page. Pack Sketches, it read. Under the words, a howling wolf was intricately sketched, (Y/N)’s signature right next to it.

“Hey Stiles. Look at this,”  she called. Joining him at the island he still was sat on. “Are these (Y/N)’s drawings?” 

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “Looks like it.” 

They flipped through the thick pages softly, smiling and chuckling at the memories (Y/N) had chosen to immortalize on her pages. The first one was of the day she’d found out about the werewolves, Scott’s shifting face and Stile’s scared one expertly sketched. In another, Isaac and Scott were in a push up competition, Derek standing annoyed in the back. There was another page in which Malia and Stiles were stuck in a studying trance, highlighters and pens in their hands and mouths. Every trace was perfectly placed, every shadow and highlight astonishingly creating a realistic drawing of that moment.

But as the filled pages started to come to an end, the pair started to notice that there was a drawing of everyone in the pack but one. In the dozens of pages, not a single drawing included (Y/N). Even moments that directly involved her, she had chosen to erase herself from it leaving behind a faint outline of her body.

“I don’t get it,” Stiles pondered. “Why would she remove herself from the drawings?”

“It doesn’t make sense, right?”

“You really don’t know?” Derek scoffed, a dry chuckle playing at the back of his throat. “It’s quite obvious.”

“What could you possibly mean, Derek?” Stiles was annoyed. Derek was acting as if he knew his sister better than he did. Their conversation had attracted the attention of the pack members that were still awake, intrigue clawing at their ears. “Since you’re so sure, why don’t you share with the class?”

Scott took the book into his own hands, showing the others what the two were arguing about. “She really is missing from all these pages,” he mumbled. “Strange.”

“You guys have never made her a part of the pack,” Derek pointed out. “As much as you guys claim to be protecting her by keeping her at bay from all the problems you’re involved in, all you’re doing is excluding her from your lives.” 

“We have to keep her from that part of our lives,” Stiles defended. “She’s my little sister. It’s the only way to keep her safe.” 

“You all need to understand that there is no separation between your supernatural life and your human life. Those two things are so deeply intertwined that by alienating that side, you’re distancing yourselves from her. She doesn’t even feel like she’s part of the pack.” Derek’s words worked to quiet down the group, realization dawning upon them. “I mean, she’s learned of most of the events that have been going on because she’s asked me.” 

“You’ve been telling my sister about this shit?” Stiles seethed, the anger he felt toward himself being misdirected to Derek. He had worked so hard to keep his little sister from this whole mess, only to just find out someone else had been pushing her into it. “What gives you the right?” 

“I simply answered the questions she had. Unlike you, I don’t easily lie to the people I care about.” 

“You have some fucking nerve.” Stiles jumped up from his chair, stupidly trying to lunge at the man but easily stopped by Scott. “You had no RIGHT!”    

“What did you expect me to do?” Derek chuckled. “She kept showing up at my door begging for answers. I wasn’t gonna turn her away.” 

“That wasn’t your decision to make, Derek,” Scott intercepted. He cared for (Y/N) as much as Stiles. Growing up alongside her, he couldn’t help but treat her like he was his own little sister. Scott protected her as much as Stiles did and agreed that keeping her as far away from danger as possible was the right route to take. “We can’t protect her from the things we don’t know about.”

“So, you think it’s okay to keep her in the dark of the things you brought her into?” Derek directed his gaze toward Stiles. “How would she know that she’s in danger if you don’t tell her anything? Just being associated with Scott has her in the line of fire.”

“No. FUCKING. Right!”

“Guys, enough!” (Y/N)’s voice croaked out. She was rubbing the sleep from her eyes, startled by the argument that had ensued in the kitchen. One thing about that loft is that sound traveled perfectly, even for someone that didn’t have enhanced hearing. “He’s not wrong.”

“(Y/N), why didn’t you tell us?”

“Look, Stiles, I’m grateful that you – all of you – have moved heaven and earth to keep me safe. I know it’s not been easy to have to divide your lives to keep me far from the dangers of the supernatural world,” she smiled. (Y/N) sat on an empty stool next to her brother, easing the thick environment. “But I’ve been sheltered enough. It’s not fair that all of you sacrifice yourselves and put yourselves in the line of fire while I sit at home, wondering if you’ll make it home alive. I’ve gone to Derek because I knew he’d be honest with me. I just wanted to know what you’d be up against.”

“Guys, can you give us a sec?” The group broke to far corners of the space, giving the siblings the semblance of privacy. “(Y/N), you should’ve come to me.”

“You know you would’ve never told me the truth – at least not completely.”

“You’re my little sister, (Y/N),” he smiled. “It’s my job to protect you.”

“I’m just a year younger than you,” she chuckled. “If you’re old enough to be a part of the action, it’s only fair that so am I.” 

“Fair enough. Now, come here,” he laughed. The Stilinski siblings stood, the older brother wrapping his sister in a hug. She was small enough that his chin rested perfectly on the top of her head. “You do know you’re as part of the pack as everyone else, right?”

“Sometimes it’s hard to believe it,” (Y/N) sighed. “I just want to be included in all of this. We’ve already lost people to these threats, and I found out way after. I would prefer to at least have a heads up about what we’re facing.”

“Look, I can only apologize for keeping you in the dark. But I promise from now on, we’ll include you in everything that’s going on. We can even ask Allison to train you.”

“Sounds good.” (Y/N) smiled through a yawn, sleep still drenching her. “Although, I think my brain is better than my brawn. Neither of us really got dad’s athleticism.” 

“You’re right about that,” he chuckled. “Now, I think both of us should give into slumber now. It’s been a long week already and it’s only Tuesday.” 

“You can say that again,” she laughed. “Good night, Stiles.” 

“Night, (Y/N).” 

They parted ways, Stiles heading to the empty sofa and (Y/N) going back to Derek’s bed. As she dragged her feet, still rubbing sleep off her eyes, she bumped into a towering figure. Looking up, she met Derek’s smirking face.

“Thanks for sticking up for me, Derek. You didn’t have to.” 

“It was nothing, honestly. I know how old it can get when everyone starts sheltering you from things that affect you directly,” he gave her a comforting smile. “But I know they all had good intentions, as stupid as it may have seemed.” 

“Surprisingly, they’re the people I will always trust with my life,” (Y/N) laughed.