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tryingtofindthegreatperhaps · 10 years ago

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Could you do Sterek with 48?

48. meeting again at a high school reunion au

Wow. All of these prompts keep coming. Gotta love it. :)

Sorry if it’s kinda bad. I have like zero knowledge of high school reunions. I didn’t have an idea of what to write until I stepped into the shower. Inspiration mother load. Sorry it took so long.

Thanks again thefireisnotalive for the ask!

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Stiles shook out his nerves as he stood at the entrance of the structure that was easily the best and worst years of his life.

"Okay Stiles. You can do this. You’ve been waiting ten years for this day to ask Derek Hale out." Stiles muttered to himself. "And you’re going to do it even if you’re going to cry about it later." Stiles finished and nodded to himself. A hand slapped his back. Stiles turned around and saw his best friend, Scott McCall.

"You’re giving yourself the pep-talk?" Scott asked.

"Yeah." Stiles answered. "Okay, you remember your promise right?"

"Yes. Don’t let you chicken out like last time."

"Good. Because this will probably my only chance of happiness."

Scott rolled his eyes and playfully punched Stiles’ shoulder.

"Come on Scott, let’s go be teenagers again."

And they entered the doors.

Back in the high school days, Stiles was obsessed with two things. Getting Coach Finstock to mark his male circumcision essay for economics and Derek Hale. Derek Hale was known in high school as the classic nerd. He was constantly in the library, studying or reading a book. Whenever he ate lunch, it was with his sisters and their friends. No matter what Stiles’ friends said about Derek, his eyes followed him everywhere. It all started when Stiles was in the library and saw the most beautiful thing that ever existed. Derek smiling.

Yup. That’s the day that Stiles fell hard and fast and crushed from afar, like he did with all his crushes. Because Stiles was a skinny kid that was only good for sarcastic remarks.

But that’s going to change.

Stiles is now head of his own website design company, partnered with high school buddy, Danny. He’s had boyfriends and girlfriends from across the globe when he travelled with Lydia Martin on her business trips. He can dominate the room and make old men quiver at his feet. He could totally ask his high school crush out.

Right?

Stiles scanned the room, no sign of his crush yet. He sighed.

"Do you think he’s even coming Scotty?"

"It’s only been half an hour Stiles. Maybe he’s running late."

"I hope so." Stiles twisted his hands. "I’m starting to lose my confidence with every second that ticks by."

"Stiles. He’ll be here. You’ll ask him and you’ll live happily every after with five adopted kids."

"Five Scott? Like I could even handle f-" Stiles stopped mid-sentence when his eyes caught the sight of the most beautiful man he has ever seen. "Scott." Stiles whispered. "Scotty." Stiles punched him.

"Hey!"

"Who’s that over there." Stiles gestured to the angel that probably descended from the heavens or something. No, not an angel. Probably a living Greek god.

"I"ll go check."

"Thanks buddy." Stiles called out as his friend quickly stepped into the side of the room the man was in. As he waited, Stiles entertained himself by organizing the cups of punch by volume levels.

"It’s Derek."

"What?" Stiles cried out, dropping the cup he was holding. "Where?" His gaze panned around the room, searching.

"The dude you asked me to scope. It’s Derek."

"No." Stiles’ eyes widened. "No. No. No." He repeated, holding his head in his hands.

"Stiles?" Scott asked, a bit worried.

"Are you kidding me? He got insanely hot. More hot than he was before! I can eve- He’s not even in the same realm. The same universe. Is universe bigger than realm? What’s bigger than realm?"

"Stiles. You’re blabbing."

"Scott. He’s never going to say yes to me. Look at him and look at me. We’re in two different worlds." Stiles sunk down to the floor. "Why didn’t I just ask him in high school. God!" Stiles muttered into his chest.

Scott looked at his best friend at a loss of what to do. “Stiles.”

Scott nudged him with his foot when he didn’t answer. "Stiles. You know what Lydia would say if she was here instead of in Paris?"

"Telling me that I’m right and that we should go rent The Notebook and eat ice cream?" Stiles asked.

"No. She would drag you across the room to ask Derek Hale the question you wanted to ask for 10 years now."

"What kind of question is it that Stiles had to wait 10 years to ask me?"

Stiles looked up horrified. Standing in front of him was Derek.

"Holy shit, you’re even more gorgeous up close." Stiles said, still in shock at Derek’s overall presence. "Wait, I mean, shit. Fuck."

"Thanks." Derek gave him a grin.

Now that was even more breath-taking than Stiles remembered.

"Holy shit, Scott. I think I might faint right now." Stiles said absently, his hands randomly trying to reach one of his best friend’s limbs with no luck. The smile over loading his senses and his brain function. No one should have a smile that powerful.

Derek’s face somehow turned cuter when he looked at Stiles with worry. He turned to Scott and asked, “Is Stiles okay?”

"Yeah, he’s fine. He just wanted to ask you out since high school and he’s freaking out because you’re all, in his words, ‘insanely hot, more than you were before.’"

"Oh." Derek replied, looking back at Stiles.

Yup, Stiles might be having a slight panic attack. No, not a panic attack. Maybe he’s stuck in some kind of never-ending nightmare. Yeah, that seems better. A never-ending nightmare that he probably never wake up from and needed a hangover, a couple of buckets of ice cream and a trip to Rome to cure. Wait, not Rome, maybe London.

"Well, thanks for that buddy. I’m going to walk out of those doors now and go hang myself." Stiles said, turning away. Stiles felt a hand on his wrist pulling him back.

"You wanted to ask me out in high school?" Derek looked at him, his eyes seeming to pierce into the core of Stiles’ soul. As if he’ll be able to see everything in his heart if he just looked hard enough.

"Yeah." Stiles confessed, shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Why didn’t you?"

Stiles looked at Derek and replied with a sigh.

"Because you were hot and insanely smart and totally out of my league."

"Stiles." Derek gripped Stiles’ shoulders. "You were the one out my league."

Stiles gasped at him. Stiles out of Derek’s league? What the heck is this nightmare going at? Stiles looked around, ready to see if Jackson was ready to pop out of nowhere and scream out ‘you’ve been punked.’ As if Derek knew what Stiles was thinking, he sighed.

"You were funny, popular and everyone loved you. I thought I didn’t stand a chance with you."

"Dude. I spent four years in high school watching you creepily in the library. I think everyone knew I liked you."

"Not everyone."

Stiles looked at Derek’s hands, which was still resting on his shoulders. He looked back at Derek’s face.

"So you’re saying that we could have been dating a long time ago?"

"Yes."

"Okay." Stiles nodded and feeling courageous, blurted out. "Kiss me then."

Derek smiled.

"Gladly."

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