mr.thomas

Together At Last.

I hope you enjoy this, this is the first thing I have written in a while since I have been so busy with work and life.. Happy Holidays! 

Receiver: @freeyourheartandsoul

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Request: I’d love a stiles one.. and any genre is good, I guess? But not like smutty or anything too crazy.

Word Count: 716

Warnings: none

Sorry it’s so short btw, but if you want a part 2 you can totally have one! 





“You’re late again, y/n. You’ve got detention.”

“Seriously? Why? It’s not even my fault!”

“Don’t blame others for your problems, see you after school.”

You walk out of the front office full of rage and there he sat… probably not going to get in trouble as usual. He never did. It was his fault really, it always was. He’s the one who snuck you into the janitors closet before first period almost everyday. How did he never get caught? 

“Hey, y/n You alright?” Stiles voice stirred in the room behind you. His voice was not the one you wanted to hear at that moment. 

You didn’t even turn around, you just kept walking. You made your way to class, and just dreaded the day away. 

“Why didn’t he get in trouble? This is so unfair, I can’t stand him. I thought he liked me…”  You kept thinking that over and over until the final bell rang. 


Walking down the empty hall, you traced your hands along all the lockers. The feel of the cold metal made you shiver. The door to your awaiting punishment was right around the corner, you took the last few steps of what freedom you had left, well at least for an hour. 

Your hand reached out for the doorknob, when suddenly the door flew open, Mr. Thomas welcomed you, and you slowly crept in and made your way to a desk and put in some headphones and drifted off. 

What seemed like moments later, you felt a hand tap you on the shoulder. You were startled  to see Stiles standing above you. 

“Let’s get outta here.” He said to you

“What? Why? I’m mad at you Stiles, why would I go with you?”

He just laughed and reached out for your hand. You stared at it for a moment…

“Hurry, y/n. We don’t have much time. I told Mr. Thomas that someone keyed his car in the parking lot and he will be back any minute..”

“So you lied to get me out of detention?”

“Well, yeah! Now let’s go!!!”

You grabbed his hand and the two of you ran down the hall and out the door. You saw Mr.Thomas making his way back into the school, so the both of you ran through the bushes to hide. As soon as he went inside, you bolted for Stiles’ jeep, and drove off. 


You had no idea where he was taking you, but you didn’t care. You didn’t even care that you were so mad at him all day, you were just happy you were with him in that moment. 

“Hey, y/n.. can I ask you something?” Stiles asked kinda shyly.

“Yeah, of course. What is it?”

“Well, I know that we have been hanging out a lot lately, but since I kinda got you put in detention today… are you mad at me?”

“I was mad, well up until you convinced me to leave with you. Then for some reason I didn’t even care anymore.”

“Good, because I lied to Mr. Thomas about his car just to take you somewhere…”

“Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see.” He said with a smile. 


Moments later you pulled up to the entrance of the park, when you saw it. There under the gazebo was a picnic set up…

“Is that for me?” You asked Stiles.

“Yeah, I may have actually had this planned for a bit..”

“Planned? What exactly was planned?”

“You getting detention, so I could rescue you and bring you here.”

“Oh, so you got me in trouble for this?”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have lied to you or got you into trouble, but to be fair I talked to the Principle and Mr. Thomas, they helped…”

“But Stiles, you could have just asked me on a date like a normal person!”

“You know I’m not normal, y/n. I’m sorry. Would you like me to take you home?”

“No, I actually think this is kinda sweet, in a totally lame way.”

The two of you got out of the car and walked over to the gazebo and enjoyed the picnic that Stiles had set up for you. By the end of the night the two of you had become more than what you were before. You were official. Together at last.