Prompt: a school reunion imagine where the pack and the other people from BHHS see each other again after idk 5 years and the reader and stiles see each other too and they used to have crushes on each other so stiles is kinda flirty with her but she's more shy and distant bc she's been hurt a lot but they somehow end up together? – anon

Author's Note: Here it is! The fourth and final part to The Reunion! I hate to see it end, but I struggled with this chapter, so I saw it as a sign that it was time to end it. I hope y'all enjoy it, and I hope the anon that requested the prompt got what she wanted out of this little mini-series. I really enjoyed writing it, and hope to do similar ones in the future. As always, feel free to leave your feedback and send any requests y'all have.

Thank you for all of your love and kind words for this little series! (:

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The Reunion, Part Four.

"Wh... what? I can't just pack up and move back." She stammered, still shocked at what he was suggesting.

"Why not?" He said rather loudly as he stood up. "I mean, from what you're saying it seems like you have nothing going for you there. So, what's stopping you?" He was visibly aggravated now.

"I can't just up and leave my life there, Stiles! I do actually have a job, albeit not a great one, and I have some friends that I actually like." She argued, although she wasn't sure why, his points were more valid than her own.

He scrutinized her for a minute, looked at her as if he couldn't believe what she was saying. "So, you're telling me that a crappy job, some okay friends, and a big city you sometimes feel all alone in are more important or better than more job opportunities, friends you've known your whole life, and your home?"

(Y/N) was silent for a minute. She really couldn't argue with him on that. Truth is, she didn't know why she was arguing with him at all. She didn't even know why she was so defiant against moving back. Actually, she did know. She was afraid.

"What are you so afraid of?" He interrupted her thoughts, standing there staring at her with a look of hurt written all over his face.

Tears started to brim her eyes and she couldn't bring herself to look directly at him. She knew that as soon as she did, the tears would spill over and she would break down because without even noticing, her breaking point hit her like a freight train on a downhill track. She knew that it was going to happen eventually, she just hated that it was this weekend, right now, and with him. She had managed to keep the happy smile up for so long; it shouldn't have come as a shock to her that this weekend would turn that all around.

"You." She finally responded when she found the nerve to look back at him, a few tears managing to spill over. "I'm afraid of you, okay?" Her voice got a little louder, and he was looking at her with his jaw hung half open. She shook her head, "you don't get it, do you?" Stiles was silent, obviously still shocked by her confession. "Stiles, I've been practically in love with you since the first time we met in fourth grade, but I never said anything. Why? Because I was already too late. You were already head over heels for Lydia." She wiped at the few tears that rolled down her cheek. "And now here you are asking me to move back here to be with you," she paused for a minute to gather herself. "I can't set myself up to get hurt, Stiles. I've been hurt too much, and I'm tired of it." She wiped at her tears once more and stood from the couch before gathering her things. "I'm just going to call a cab."

Stiles stood there and watched as (Y/N) got her things to leave. She was about to walk out the door when he called out to her, "(Y/N), please don't go. We can't just leave things like this." He plead from where he stood.

She refused to turn around because she knew that if she did, she would cave to those golden eyes. "I can't do that to myself again." She turned the knob, opened the door, and left.

It didn't take long for Stiles to run after her though. He ran out the door before he had the chance to talk himself out of it and hopefully before he lost her for good. He checked the hallways, she wasn't there. He pressed the elevator button over and over to try to get it to hurry and open, but it was taking too long, so he decided to take the stairs. He ran down them as fast as he could, almost tripping himself up a few times on the way down to the lobby. Once there, he raced out of the stairwell and looked around the lobby. She was nowhere to be found. He ran out the entrance to see if she was still waiting for a cab, but she was already gone.

"Dammit!" He yelled out in frustration and ran his hands through his hair.

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Stiles tried to call, text, e-mail, and every other contact method he could think of over the following three days, but (Y/N) never responded. She never showed up to the dinner for the reunion, which was the last event, and he knew that her flight was leaving the next morning. He didn't have much time, but he had an idea of where she might be spending her last evening on the west coast.

So Stiles hopped in his Jeep and headed to her not so secret spot, well, at least it wasn't a secret to him. It was a secluded beach area that they had stumbled upon when they were teenagers and trying to escape the crowd of the end-of-summer bon fire. From that point on, they spent a great deal of their time there; swimming, watching the sun rise and set, even camping out under the stars a few times. It was like their own special hideout.

Stiles hadn't been there in about four years though. He found that it just wasn't the same without (Y/N). Every time he went there, he just found himself missing her more and more. Eventually he stopped going, but that still didn't fill the hole in his heart that she used to fill. Nothing did. He tried to bury himself in things like school and a part time job. He even tried to lose himself in a few girls, including Malia again and Lydia for a short time, but nothing stuck. He just learned to manage the ache of missing her, and forced himself to believe she had a good reason for cutting all contact.

He had almost forgotten all about his feelings for her, but then his eyes landed on her during the first night of the reunion, and they all came rushing back like a rapid river. There was no denying them. No hiding them. And no pushing them back to try to forget about them. The feelings were back and stronger than ever. So he made it his mission to try to woo her, so to say. He even would have settled for a long-distance relationship until she confessed how unhappy she was in New York. That's why he was finding it so confusing as to why she's being so defiant on moving back to Beacon Hills.

Everything consumed his mind as he drove towards the beach, traffic being unusually cooperative with him. He noticed there wasn't that big of a crowd as he parked the Jeep and hopped out. First he surveyed the small crowd to see if she was there, but when he noticed she wasn't, he made his way towards the secluded spot. The sun was starting to set, so if she was there, this would be about as good of a time as any.

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About fifteen minutes later, he was finally there. As he got closer, he noticed someone sitting with their knees to their chest, facing the ocean and the setting sun. From where he was, it was just a shadow, but he knew it had to be her. His heart and his gut told him that it was her.

Stiles inched his way closer, not making any effort to keep quiet, but also not making any effort to make noise. He didn't want to startle her or creep her out. "This spot taken?" He asked once he reached her. She didn't say a word so he took a seat next to her anyways.

The air between them was silent for a moment before she broke it. "How'd you know I was here?" Her voice was soft and broken, but she didn't take her eyes off of the view in front of her.

Stiles shrugged his shoulders a little, "I didn't. I guessed and hoped." He responded simply. He stole a glance towards her just as she nodded her head a little. "I forgot how nice it was out here." He stated, trying to make conversation even though he hated small talk.

"I didn't. It's probably the place I missed most." (Y/N) said with a sort of hushed tone. She took in a deep breath, letting the salt water air envelop her lungs as she soaked it all in, and slowly let it out. "I don't have anywhere like this back in New York; somewhere I can just escape to and listen to the silence or the waves crash against the shore. There's always noise, always some sort of commotion, always something going on." She paused for a minute. "I never realized how much I missed the silence and the sound of the ocean... or just the comfortableness of having nothing to do."

Her confession left him wanting to beg her to stay again, but he didn't want to push her. That's not what he came there for. So he let the silence and the sound of the ocean fill the air again. This time it felt comfortable though. There wasn't as much tension between them now. He didn't know how it got lifted, but he didn't care. He had missed this silence with her.

He didn't know how much time had passed, just that the sun had finally set behind the ocean when he finally decided to speak up again. "I didn't come here to push you into staying or anything like that, (Y/N). I just came to say that I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not like those guys you've dated before or those fake friends of yours back in New York. I'm just me. I'm the same Stiles you've always known, and if I'd had any idea of the way you've felt all this time, I never would have let you get away the first time."

He paused for a moment as he gathered his words. "The truth is, I've been pretty much in love with you this whole time, too. I just never said anything because I never believed that you would go for a guy like me. I always believed you were out of my league, and I'd just have to settle for being in the friend zone with you. It sucked, but I did what I had to do to stay in your life because I couldn't not have you in mine." He paused again to take a breath. He kept his eyes towards the ocean the whole time he spoke, but he could feel her gaze on him. "And then you left, and I had to force myself to try to move on and fill this hole that you left, but nothing worked. That's why I've been so persistent and trying to spend time with you this past weekend. I didn't want to lose you again, but I've been thinking about it, and if what you really want is to stay in New York, then that's what you should do. I don't want to be the one to hold you back from your dreams."

"Well, I just wanted to tell you that. I'll see you around, (Y/N)." Stiles finished and stood up to leave. He never looked at her though. He couldn't because it would just make it that much harder to walk away from her.

He was about twelve feet away when she called out to him, "Stiles!" He turned around and saw her shadow coming towards him. He could just barely make out her face when she stopped in front of him, thankful that she had brought a lantern flashlight with her. "New York isn't my dream anymore." She confessed before looking down between them for a minute. She grabbed his hand and looked back up at him, a small smile forming on her lips. "I just want you. You're all I've ever wanted."

The confession made his heart go into double-time and a smile spread across his face from ear to ear. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that."

"Oh, I think I do." She responded with an equally as big smile on her face before letting go of his hand and grabbing his shirt, pulling him down towards her, crashing her lips against his. The kiss sent chills up both their spines. It was electrifying and neither of them wanted to pull away.

"I love you." Stiles whispered as he rested his forehead against hers once the need for air became necessary.

(Y/N) smiled up at him and gave him another quick kiss. "I love you too."

The End.