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: Part three coming early for y'all as a little Valentine's gift! I couldn't leave y'all hanging when the date is finally here! (; Hope y'all enjoy!

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The Reunion, Part Three.

The Dinner Date.

"I can't believe you still have this old thing." (Y/N) stated as she ran her hand along the interior of the Jeep.

"Hey, don't knock Roscoe. He's been there for me through everything. I'd never leave him behind." Stiles argued as he pressed down a little harder on the gas pedal upon merging onto the highway.

(Y/N) laughed a little, "I'm not knocking him. I'm just surprised he's still around. He was pretty much on his last leg senior year."

Stiles sighed at the memory of senior year and all of the hell him and the pack went through. "Yeah... well, I finally put some time and money into getting him fixed up... you know, without duct tape." He explained with a chuckle.

"No one gets left behind, right?" (Y/N) quoted something he once said during senior year with a small smile towards him.

He shot a glance towards her and then back towards the road. She didn't miss how his jaw clenched for a minute. "Yeah, that was the plan." He paused for a minute, and (Y/N) noticed the different tone in his voice. "Guess you had a different one." He finished almost bitterly, and then instantly regretted it. "I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that. I just..." He tried to apologize with a shake of his head, but she interrupted him.

"No, it's okay. I kind of do deserve it." She agreed, and then sighed a little. "I mean, I was the only one that left while everyone else stayed. Not only did I leave, but I moved three thousand miles away, and I didn't do a very good job at staying in touch with everyone. I could have at least done that." She sighed deeply again, "man, I'm a terrible friend." She rambled.

Stiles looked over at her for a minute once she finished. "Hey," he reached over and put his hand on her knee, "you're not a terrible friend. You just... moved on. I don't think anyone could blame you for wanting to do that and get away from all things supernatural, you know?" He said before giving her knee a light squeeze and putting his hand back on the wheel.

She offered him an appreciative smile even though he was focused on the road. "Thanks, I just feel like I should have done more."

"Well, hey, communication is a two-way street, right? You can't blame it all on yourself." He reasoned as he pulled off of an exit.

"Yeah..." She responded, ending that specific conversation there. She didn't see any reason to rehash past mistakes. It was quiet for a minute as she looked around at where they were. "Stiles, where are we going?" These roads were unfamiliar to her, but he drove them like he knew them like the back of his hand.

"To dinner." He simply stated.

(Y/N) laughed a little, "I know that, but where?"

"That's a surprise." He responded vaguely.

She looked at him with scrunched eyebrows, "how did you manage to plan a surprise in the middle a lacrosse game?"

Stiles shrugged his shoulders as he made a left turn and parked next to a parking meter. "I'll be right back." He stated without answering her question and hopped out of the Jeep. (Y/N) was left a little shocked. She tried to watch where he was going, but he turned down the side of a building and she lost him.

She sighed as she waited patiently while listening to the radio. A little bit later, the back of the Jeep was being opened and she turned around to see Stiles putting a bag of something in the back. He closed the back window, and made his way back to the driver seat. "Where'd you go?" (Y/N) asked, looking at him with questioning eyes.

"You'll see." He responded vaguely again as he pulled out of the spot and started driving down the road again.

"You know, this whole vague thing isn't really necessary. I don't really like surprises." (Y/N) stated, trying to get answers out him.

Stiles chuckled, "you're not going to get it out of me." He said before pulling into a rather large parking garage next to what looked like apartment buildings.

"Oh, so this is the part where you kill me."

He laughed again, "if I were going to kill you, there wouldn't be so many witnesses." He went along with her as he pulled into a parking spot.

"Soooo.... Where are we then?" She asked again.

Stiles sighed and looked at her with a grin, "you're relentless. We're at my apartment building." He finally gave in as he pulled into a spot and put the Jeep in park.

(Y/N) swore her heart stopped beating for a minute there. Why am I so nervous about this? It's not like we haven't hung out alone at each other's houses... although this is HIS apartment, not his dad's house or my parent's house. Oh, God, this is so much more intimate than what I was expecting. What the hell am I going to do? She started panicking in her mind as she stayed seated in the passenger seat.

"You coming?" Stiles' voice brought her out of her thoughts, and she looked to see where it came from. He was already out of the Jeep and standing in front of it with the bag of food in his hands. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out as she nodded and hopped out of the Jeep.

You can do this, (Y/N). It's just Stiles... that's the problem. It's Stiles. The guy I've been crazy about for as long as I can remember.

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As they stood in front of the door to his apartment, (Y/N)'s heart was beating ninety miles a minute. It's not like anything is going to happen here, (Y/N). Chill out before he notices something is up with you. "So when did you move out here?" She asked, and as she thought about it for a minute, she realized that she had no idea where 'here' was. "And where is here exactly?"

Stiles laughed as he unlocked the door and ushered her in. "A few towns over from Beacon Hills, and about five years. Moved in right at the end of the summer after graduation... not long after you moved actually." He responded as they entered the apartment and he flipped the light on.

(Y/N) nodded, "why this area though?"

He shrugged his shoulders a little, "I don't know. It was right between Beacon Hills and school, so I'm not too far from my dad. Plus, I just liked the area. It's not like a big city, and it's not full of college kids." He answered as he started pulling Chinese food out of the bag he brought in and sat on the table.

She walked over to where he was standing next to the table and smiled, "Chinese?"

Stiles stopped pulling food out and looked at her with a worried expression, "Yeah, sweet and sour chicken is still your favorite, right?"

The smile spread further across (Y/N)'s face as she nodded. "Yeah, I'm just surprised you remembered."

"I remember everything about you." He said with a sweet smile before turning to get plates from the cabinet. (Y/N) had to admit that the statement made her blush a little. "Umm... is a beer okay with you? Kind of all I have." He questioned while looking in the fridge and rubbing the back of his neck, a nervous gesture of his that she remembered.

"That's fine." She replied, sitting down at one end of the table. Stiles grabbed two beers from the fridge and sat down on the side of the table, next to her, instead of the other end of the table. She saw it as a sweet gesture. She always felt that people were too far away when they sat on opposite ends of the table.

"So, you wanted to put me in the hot seat, here I am, give me what ya got." He said nonchalantly as they dumped the food on their plates.

(Y/N) laughed a little, "okay, how was school for you?" She asked before taking a bite of her dinner.

Stiles was mid-bite when he stopped to look at her with raised eyebrows. "Your hot seat question is about school? Damn, this should be easy." He responded with a chuckle before finally taking his bite.

"Hey, I'm just getting started." She defended and pointed her fork at him.

She saw how he tried to laugh with a mouthful of food, "okay," he started once he swallowed his food. He took a sip of his beer and continued. "It was good. They make it seem like being an investigator is a lot harder than it actually is though. Loading you down with all of these papers that aren't necessary, and not even putting you out there to try something on your own to get a feel for it." He rambled on.

"And you would know that, of course." (Y/N) responded before taking a sip of her beer.

"Well, yeah!" He said dramatically after swallowing his food. "I mean, I can guarantee you none of those frat boys have had to investigate supernatural activity at least once a week in their hometown, have been nearly killed by said supernatural activity, much less fought off supernatural creatures and assassins."

(Y/N) couldn't help but laugh and agree with his dramatic rambles, "or listened in on every police call their dad made, broken into the sheriff's station, and stole and read confidential police files." She added with a smirk.

"That too! I mean you might as well say I have twenty years on those tools." He said seriously, but she could tell by the light in his eye and the small grin on his face that he was joking.

They continued talking about his school, job prospects, and other small talk. She questioned him about the giant two-way board stuck in the back corner of the living room, and said she knew he could never give that life up. He argued that he couldn't when all of his friends were supernatural creatures and his hometown was a literal beacon for them. She had to give him that one. There was one thing she hadn't asked him about though, his love life, and she still wasn't sure if she wanted to or not.

However, there was one question that she needed answered. They were done with dinner and each on their second beer as they still sat at the table. "Are you happy?" She questioned suddenly, and bit the inside of her lip as she looked at him and waited for an answer.

His eyes bore into hers for a minute, and she had forgotten how much she'd missed those chocolate and golden irises of his. She'd almost forgotten how much she missed him in general. "Am I happy to be done with school? Hell yes. Am I happy to have job prospects to choose from. No doubt. Am I happy to have such great friends and a better dad than anyone could ask for? Of course. But, you know, there's definitely some things that could make me happier." He paused for a minute. "We always want what we can't have, right?" He stated more than questioned as he looked at her with a sort of dejected look on his face.

(Y/N) couldn't help but wonder what else could make him happy, but she didn't push him on the subject because she knew he wouldn't do that to her either. "I know I kind of asked you this last night, but what about you? Are you happy?" He suddenly asked after a couple of minutes of silence.

She studied him for a moment, her hazel eyes looking back into his brown ones. "We always want what we can't have, right?" She mimicked his words and offered him a similar expression to the one he gave her. She still wasn't ready to get into all of that just yet.

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Four hours and another beer later, they were sitting comfortably on his couch. She was sitting on the right side, her legs stretched out on the couch as she faced him, and feeling a little bit tipsy. He was on the left side, his legs propped up on the coffee table and his head turned to face her, studying her features. Her brunette hair was shorter and layered, the small freckles across her nose and cheek bones weren't covered with makeup like they were the night before, and she looked tired. Not the sleepy kind of tired, the exhausted from life kind of tired, and it broke his heart.

"Why aren't you happy?" He asked, not really sure if he would get a real answer or not, but needed to ask anyways.

She shrugged her shoulders, "I never said I wasn't happy." Her voice slurred a little.

"(Y/N), I'm not stupid and you can't lie to me." He stated seriously and she looked away from him. "What's going on with you?"

She thought about whether she was going to answer honestly or not even though he was right about never being able to lie to him. She exhaled a long breath and finally looked back at him. "I used to think that moving to the city would be this fresh start, you know? I'd go to NYU, make all these new friends and meet a great guy. I'd graduate and have all of these dream jobs waiting for me to apply. And I wouldn't miss Beacon Hills or the supernatural thrill of it all... or even the people I was leaving behind." She started, clearly the alcohol was making her more honest than she'd originally planned. She didn't miss the hurt that washed over Stiles' face at the last part of that sentence. "But it was all just a fantasy." She said with a shake of her head and wiped at a stray tear that managed to fall out.

Stiles swallowed his pride as he tried to ignore the part of not missing anyone she left behind. "How so?"

"Let's just say, the dream jobs aren't there, the friends I made are about as real as plastic and that great guy..." she paused for a minute, wondering if she should give the details. "was an abusive jackass. And sometimes I just feel so alone in that big city." She finished.

Stiles jerked up at the word abusive. "What do you mean by abusive?" He asked, worry evident in his voice and on his face.

(Y/N) shook her head, "I'd rather not go into it, Stiles."

"No, I need to know, (Y/N)." He plead as he sat up more.

"Why? So you can fly across the country and kick his ass?"

"If I have to, yes." He responded seriously.

"Stiles, it doesn't matter. It was over a year ago."

"Like hell it doesn't, (Y/N). If he hurt you..." He started, but never finished, anger taking over the worry. He was quiet for a minute as he rubbed his hands over his face. She assumed he was taking it all in. "Then why don't you leave?" He asked with his head still in his hands.

She barely heard him, but the question still left her stunned. "What?"

Stiles looked back at her, "if you're not happy there, then come back home." He turned to face her more fully, "come on. There's jobs here. Your friends are here... I'm here." He reminded her. "Come home. Be with me." He practically plead with her, a look of hopefulness written across his face.

That was definitely the last thing she was expecting to happen tonight.

To be continued...