You sighed as you realized you had to go to another pack meeting. Don’t get me wrong, you love pack meetings. Except for the fact that Derek has to be the biggest jerk to you almost 24/7. You never knew why but he always seemed to hate you. He’d take any chance to hate on you when he could.
“Y/N? Y/N? Are you ready?? We need to go” your brother, Stiles shouted from downstairs. You walked down the stairs to see Stiles with his girlfriend Malia. Malia was like a sister to you, that’s why you couldn’t find it more pleasing to see your brother and your best friend together.
“I don’t want to go” you grumbled. “What’s wrong? You love pack meetings” Stiles said walking to the car. You got in the back seat while Malia took shotgun.
Malia slapped Stiles in the arm and sighed. “Maliaaaaaa what was that for?” He whined. Malia gives him a look and says “she obviously doesn’t want to go because of the sourwolf” She trailed off looking at me knowingly.
Stiles looked at me from the rear view mirror “You don’t want to go because of Derek?! Why?”
“Because it’s the highlight of my day to be insulted by the Alpha” I said with sarcasm lacing my voice. Malia giggled at how sarcastic I was while Stiles glared at me. “I’m still older than you, you know”
“Please a dork like you doesn’t deserve to be an older brother” I snorted. He laughed at our little sibling banter then soon we arrived at Scott’s house. “We’re here” Stiles says getting out of his car with Malia. “No Stiles, we’re in unicorn island” I say following him
“Shut up” he says rolling his eyes. Malia laughs at us then rings the doorbell. We get in to see the whole pack there.
“Finally you made it” Scott smiles. “Sorry we’re late” Stiles apologizes sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. Everyone in the room laughs except a certain sour wolf. “Don’t be, it isn’t your fault” he says almost too nice. Then he continues “it’s that idiot sister of yours. Always such a slow poke aren’t you y/n?”
You glare at him annoyed. “At least I take time to look presentable” you scoff.
“Please? You? Presentable? Don’t lie to yourself we all know you’re a low life piece of shit of a teenager” he fires.
You were stunned. Sure Derek was a jerk to you but he was never this mean. Tears welled up in your eyes as you ran to Scott’s room. You could hear Stiles scolding Derek downstairs. You sat in the bed and cried.
~with Scott and the others~
“How dare you say that to her?! I get you’re a sour wolf but would it kill you to be nice to people? Even the Stilinskis?” Stiles shouts. “Not my fault she never helps that free loading shithead” I shrug. Stiles wasn’t angry anymore no, he was fuming. “One more insult about my sister and you know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna break and extra large branch of mountain ash wrap it around in wolfsbane and roll it in mistletoe and shove it up your freaking-”
Scott interrupted him “Stiles, Stiles, that’s enough. And as for you Derek. I get that you like y/n and all and it’s hard for you to control your feelings. But seriously, stop breaking the girl’s heart”
Everyone in the room goes silent and stares at me in shock. Yes I like the girl but can you blame me? The way her hair flows perfectly. And how her eyes sparkle when she smiles. “I don’t like her” I say lying my ass off.
Isaac looks at me “You definitely like her” he grins. “No I don’t” I glare. “Aww is the big bad wolf afraid to admit his feelings?” Lydia coos. “I don’t like her” I say frustrated. “Please, we can hear your heart beat. Tell her already” Scott says obviously annoyed at my stubbornness.
“What’s the point? She probably hates me” I say sitting down and putting my head in my hands. I can feel someone’s gaze on me as someone speaks. “If I know my sister more than anything, she definitely loves you. She always had and always will. She doesn’t give up easily” Stiles says patting my back. I look up at him with hope, then sigh again remembering all the things I said.
“Go get her” Malia say pushing me towards the stairs. I take a deep breathe and walk towards Scott’s room.
~Back to you~
You hear someone’s footsteps walk in to Scott’s room. You lift yourself from the bed to see Derek then you scowl and hide under the blanket.
“y/n, I need to talk to you” he says gently. “What? To insult the fuck out of me again? No thanks” you answer annoyed. “No y/n listen to me, I’m sorry. I guess I got caught up in my feelings for you and I just didn’t know how to respond” he says looking down.
I give a sarcastic laugh “you think I’m stupid? Stop trying to prank me I’m feeling bad as it is”
He looks at me with hurt etched upon his perfect face. “I’m not lying y/n, ever since I saw you, you made me feel different, you made me feel like I was a happy wolf. And we all know what I really am. I really like you, I’m sorry I was a big shithead” he apologizes his head hanging low.
Your heartbeat speeds up upon hearing the confession. Your frown slowly turns into a smile as You walk up to Derek. You wrap my arms around his neck and give him a tight hug. “I love you too” You smile.
He looks at me shocked “so you forgive me?” He asks hopefully. “Hmm. I don’t know, I may need some convincing” You say smirking at him.
He grins then leans in. Next thing You know his lips crashed with yours sharing a soft, yet passionate kiss. Soon we hear clapping coming from the door and we pull away seeing the pack at the door.
You giggle looking at them as Derek puts his arm around my shoulder. He grins at Stiles saying “I got the girl”
Stiles smiles and then he quickly makes an angry face “if you hurt her I swear to God I will-” Derek cut him off “you’re gonna break and extra large branch of mountain ash wrap it around in wolfsbane and roll it in mistletoe and shove it up my freaking-” Lydia cuts him off. “Okay that’s enough of that! Now let’s go down for the pack meeting” she chirps.
Derek looks at you at smiles as he kisses your forehead “I love you so much” he mutters. “And I love you too my sour wolf” you say grinning then both of you start walking down the stairs as a new beautiful couple
“Once there was a tree….
and she loved a little boy.”
Stiles and I had been best friends for as long as I could remember. From the time in the sandbox in preschool. I remember stumbling into the box but I didn’t have any toys to play with, than a cute freckled boy handed me his shovel and I gave him a big smile and we played together for the rest of break time. We then played together for the rest of the year.
When Stiles and I were six we did everything together, he was my best friend. He even convinced me to join little league softball team when we were eight. We joined a bowling league together when we were nine. We just shared birthday parties since we had all the same friends. We had sleepovers and family game nights. I loved Stiles more than anything.
“And everyday the boy would come and he would gather her leaves and make them into crowns and play king of the forest.”
One day in summer right before sophomore year Stiles called me.
“Wanna hang out today?” Stiles asked me.
“Sure.” I smiled happily.
We drove down to the local preserve and started walking. Something Stiles and I normally did. We had been coming here since we were little we always found something new and interesting to play with or look at. Sometimes we’d even come at night to watch the stars or listen to the sounds of the animals and rushing water from the river near by. It was our special place.
We walked for a little before we stopped and sat down by the trunk of a tree, the fallen leaves making a cushion for us. Stiles smirked and made little crowns out of the leaves and placed one on my head and one on his.
“I now am the official king of this forest. I will rule this land with peace and prosperity. And I hear by crown you my queen of the land.” he said in a fake british accent. I giggled.
“Why thank your King Stiles, I am quite honored.” We both smiled and laughed.
“And they would play hide-and-go-seek.
And when he was tired,
he would sleep in her shade.”
We eventually Stiles and I got bored and sat in silence for a while.
“Hey wanna play hide and seek?” I questioned.
“Sure. You count first!” he screamed as he started running away. I giggled but covered my eyes anyway.
“1…2…3″ I shouted with my eyes closed. “……60! Ready or not here I come!” I screamed when I was done counting.
I walked around the forest looking for Stiles. Eventually I found him hiding up in a tree.
“Dang I thought you’d never find me.”
“Well I did so…start counting!” I screamed as I ran away.
I found a hiding place behind this really big rock pretty far away from where he was. I smirked when I heard him scream ‘ready or not here I come’ and started walking in the opposite direction I was in. After a while I wondered if he was ever going to find me. I leaned to peek around the rock to see if he was coming when I felt two arms around my waist and I was lifted off the ground and spun around as I screamed.
“Ha! Gotcha!” Stiles laughed.
“Stiles I hate you.” I giggled.
We played a few more rounds and it started to get dark.
“Hey Y/N I’m getting tired can we just go back to your place?”
“Yeah of course.”
Stiles and I went back to my house and snuggled into my bed. My parents didn’t care if he slept over because he’s practically lived here since preschool. And besides they liked Stiles, they knew he was a good kid.
“And the boy loved the tree….
And the tree was happy.”
As Stiles and I cuddled in bed and talked about nothing and everything he said something that caught me off guard.
“Y/N, you know I love you right?”
“Yeah, I do.” I smiled.
I nuzzled my head further into the crook of his neck and went to sleep unbelievably happy.
“But time went by.
And the boy grew older.
And the tree was often alone.”
I sat as I continuously watched Stiles and Malia practically undressing each other with their eyes during lunch. I let out a sigh. Don’t get me wrong I like Malia, I’m so happy that she makes Stiles happy. I would do anything to keep that boy happy. He deserved more than anyone to be happy. He was a great guy who deserved the world. And if she could give that to im than I’m happy. I just wished it was me…but I’m okay with being the best friend as long as he’s in my life.
Stiles hasn’t really talked to me much recently though. There’s always something new with Scott or Malia or even Lydia. He was with his dad a lot too. Not to mention he was getting ready for college. And then the new bad guys of the town came in and I just became nonimportant. Which I get. Saving the town is way more important than hanging out with me.
So I often spent my nights alone pented up in my room watching all reruns of shows I’ve seen a million times.
“But the boy stayed away for a long time….
and the tree was sad.
And then one day the boy came back
and the tree shook with joy.”
It was now senior year and I haven’t talked or hung out with Stiles since the end of the last school year. It was starting to take a huge tool on me. I missed Stiles. A lot. I literally did nothing without him. I was just so used to always being with him that when he was busy I didn’t really have any other friends. Sadly enough, I even spent some nights of my summer crying over my best friend because it seemed that he had forgotten about me.
It was noon on Saturday when there was a knock on my door. I went to answer it and when I opened the door, it revealed a lanky freckled boy.
“Stiles!” I smiled and jumped into his arms. He wrapped his arms tightly around me and laughed.
Boy, I missed that laugh, and the smell of him, and the feeling of his arms around me. I just missed him. I was so happy that I was literally shaking in his arms.
“And so the boy cut off her branches
and carried them away
to build his house.”
“Hey Y/N, I came over because I needed some help with our recent problem.”
“Yeah what do you know about Dread Doctors?”
I was really skilled in the mythology department. I sighed seeing how Stiles came here just for information. But i obeyed and told him everything I knew about them and some extra stuff that might come in handy.
“Thanks Y/N! See you later!” he said as he walked out the door, after he got what he wanted.
“Bye Stiles.” I whispered even though he was already gone.
“And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time.
And when he came back,
the tree was so happy
she could hardly speak.”
It was towards the end of the school when Stiles came over again. When I opened the door to reveal his face I almost cried. I certainly couldn’t talk at first. I just pulled him into my arms and held him tight.
“I missed you.” I whispered.
“Come, Boy,” she whispered,
“come and play.”
“I am too old and sad to play,”
said the boy.
“I want a boat that will
take me far away from here.
Can you give me a boat?”
“Cut down my trunk
and make a boat,” said the tree.
“Then you can sail away…
and be happy."
“Stiles do you want to hang out, we can go to the forest?” I asked him.
“No, don’t you think we’re too old for that. And besides I’m too sad to do anything.”
“Why are you upset Stiles?”
“Because everything just kinda fell apart you know. Malia and I broke up, Scott hates me, I have nowhere to go. I can’t stay here anymore Y/N. This town is horrible and everywhere I look it’s only bad memories.” That hurt me more than he could ever know.
“I need to get out of here Y/N, help me get out.” he cried.
Oh my god he was crying. I knew I had to help him.
“Stiles, it’s going to be okay. I have some money I’ve been saving, uh you can use it. Buy a plane ticket and rent an apartment with it. Be happy.”
“Thank you.” he said wiping his eyes.
“And so the boy cut down her trunk and made a boat and sailed away. And the tree was happy … but not really.”
Stiles took my money and got on the first plane he could. I was happy for him, he was finally getting what he wanted. But deep down the only thing inside me was sadness. The boy I loved just walked out with my money and left. I would probably never see him again. But hey, he was happy.
“And after a long time
the boy came back again.
"I am sorry, Boy,”
said the tree,“ but I have nothing
left to give you -”
Four years later I was on summer break from college and came back to Beacon Hills. When a firmalar boy headed freckled boy showed up at my door step.
“Stiles.” I whispered. I pulled him into a hug and held him tight.
“I’m sorry, I have nothing left to give you. All my money is in college. I can’t help you anymore-I’m so sorry.” I said on the verge of tears.
“I don’t need very much now,” said the boy.
“just a quiet place to sit and rest.
I am very tired.”
“Well,” said the tree, straightening
herself up as much as she could,
“well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting
Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest."
“It’s okay Y/N, I don’t need anything from you,I just need a place to call home.” he told me.
“Well I would love to be your home Stiles.” I answered him.
“Thank you.” he whispered.
“Come on in, you probably hungry.” I said leading him inside.
“And the boy did. And the tree was happy.”
Stiles came inside and never left. And I was once again happy.
A/N: Oh my god this took me forever to write! But honestly it’s my favorite thing I’ve written so far :) Please message me and tell me what you thought of this!
“I dunno what’s wrong with her Scott, she’s acting like she’s
nervous.” Stiles rubbing his hands together as he thought over catching you last
night, he didn’t know what you were doing but you screamed at him for checking
in on you like he normally did before he went to bed.
“Maybe she’s just out grown you tucking her in?” Scott
offered, waving at one of their friends who had begged the entire pack to
support them at the school’s talent show, Malia had been curious to the pack
ended up agreeing.
“Scott, when there’s a thunder storm she gets in my bed and
makes me call Derek!” Stiles sighed. “Also, have I told you that he never picks
up but he seems to always tell when it’s her calling, even on my phone!”
“Well he did save her from getting eaten by me… Peter,
Isaac, Boyd and Cora so she’s going to trust him I guess.” Scott chuckled but
Stiles shook his head.