GRRRRRR I NEED A STILES FIC WHERE'S UR LIKE THE COACH'S KID OR SMTH AND HE FINDS OUT. IT'S NOT FUNNY I NEED STILES IN MY VEINS AAAA. Who said that guys...
Ë°â˘*â⡠âYouâre coachâs daughter!?â
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pairings(s)- stiles stilinski x reader
Summary- You and Stiles have been talking recently but he finds out who your dad is.
category- fluff
warnings- american school system, coach, greenberg, slight shy!stiles, not proofread
word count: 2670
masterlist; teen wolf masterlist; taglist
a/n: I hope this fits what you wanted!!
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You had switched to Beacon Hills High School during your sophomore year of high school. Your father is a coach and teacher for Beacon Hills so you went to a different school, you and your dad (mostly you) thinking it was for the best.
But you hated it, the reachers were annoying, the school was crazy strict and you just didnât fit within the school so you asked your dad if you could transfer to Beacon Hills where be taught at. He was more than overjoyed to now have you attending his school, he signed the transfer papers fairly quickly.
You had only transferred at the beginning of the school year, showing up for the first day like any of the normal students.
Now it was the 3rd month of school and no one knew you were Coach Finstocks daughter except for the two of you, and the principal. Your parents split up when you were little, your dad getting full custody of you though you do see your mom here and there. When you were born you got your mothers last name, something to do with her culture or the way she was raised so that was another reason no one knew you were Bobbyâs daughter, you guys didnât have the same last name.
When you arrived at the school your attention was immediately taken by a certain boy. His name was Stiles Stilinski. As soon as you saw him you thought he was the most attractive guy youâve ever seen, everything about him was literally perfect in your eyes. So what did you do? You talked to himâŚbut not until like a month and a half of school had already passed
On the first day of school when you walked into class is when you noticed him, you also noticed him staring. So you walked towards the empty seat behind him and sat down. That day when you had sat in that seat, he and his friend turned around slightly and you just gave them a smile.
Almost 2 months had passed since the first say of school and that was when the two of you first spoke. The both of you remembered that day distinctly.
You walked to your usual seat in first person and sat down, right behind Stiles like usual. When the teacher began class you took a breath. You had finally grown the balls to talk to him, since he wasnât going to be the one to do it. Leaning forward slightly in your seat, your hand reaches forward and gently taps his shoulder twice, your hand lingering on his shoulder for a moment, not enough for someone else to notice, but enough for just the both if you to notice.
The boy quickly turned around, he knew it had to have been you since you sat behind him but when he turned around and actually got view of you actually trying to talk to him he lost his breath. His mouth dropped open slightly, his jaw slightly moving as if he was trying to talk but the poor boy just couldnât get the words out.
In response to his awkwardness you let a smile overcome your face, trying your best to not laugh at his expression. âdo you have a pencil I could borrow?â you ask quietly, careful not to disturb the teachers lesson. Now, after a while of wanting to talk to him all you did was ask if you could barrow a pencil (which you had in your bag anyways), but it was better than nothing!
Stilesâs mouth snaps shut and he swallows, nodding quickly he turns around and grabs a perfectly sharpened pencil out of his bag. He turns back around rapidly and holds the pencil up between the two of you like it was a prize. The smile on your face grows wider all while he just stares at you with wide eyes, as if heâs in a trance. You reach forward and grab the pencil from his hand, purposely making your hand graze against his. The boys expression hadnât changed, still looking at you as if you were a princess or something.
Stiles could have sworn his heart skipped a beat and no actually probably stopped when he turned around to see you looking at him with a gentle expression.
He had wanted to talk to you since the very first day of school when he saw you. Before that day he had never seen you, so clearly you were new to Beacon Hills, or at least new to the high school. He just never had the guts to actually speak to you, he was never good with girls. Especially very pretty ones like you. When he first turned towards you he couldnât tear his eyes off of you, you were up close and asking him a question and you looked like a princess. In that moment he would do anything you asked, when you asked for a pencil and finally snapped him out of his haze he was grateful. One of those reasons being because he thought he looked like an idiot staring at you like that, and second because he really liked your voice.
From that point forward the two of you spoke regularly. After a couple of days you guys ended up exchanging numbers and you talked 24/7. He still didnât know that your dad was one of his teachers and his coach but you were going to tell him soon.
Last week Stiles was shockingly able to ask you on a date. You were shocked that he was able to stand in front of you and get the words out but you obviously said yes, happily. And when he got that answer he lit up like a kid at a candy store and did a celebratory movement. You had compromised a day in which you knew your dad wouldnât be home, you didnât want your dad to know just yet and you didnât think Stiles would want to be heavily interrogated on your first date.
The date had went great, the two of you were just as amazing together as you were outside of romantic feelings. Although you guys just recently met, both of you could see a great relationship together and it was definitely something you both wanted to explore.
Just five days after your date with Stiles it was now a Wednesday and you were at school, the two of you were supposed to be having another date tonight. Right now it was your free period, usually you would go to the library to either read or catch up on work but the library was currently closed for the day seeing as the librarian had to leave early. It was too cold to go outside seeing as it was transitioning from fall into winter. So you decided you would go to your dads classroom seeing as his office is connected to the room and you knew he would let you chill in his office while he taught his class, what you didnât know was that Stiles was in that current class.
You walk through the halls of the school, bag over one of your shoulders. Your phone in your hand with headphones connected to your phone and one of the buds in your ear.
When you make it to your dads classroom you bring your hand up and knock on the door. He opens the door and looks down at you with a confused expression âwhat are you doing here?â he asks, not rudely or in his usual tone of voice but in pure confusion and slight worry which shocks the other students, never having heard him using an abnormal tone of voice on a student.
Bobby steps aside and lets you walk in even further slightly. Upon seeing your frame Stiles perks up, a smile immediately casted onto his face and his curiosity spiked. âFree period and libraryâs closed. Can I chill in your office?â you ask your dad, slightly stepping further into the classroom, avoiding looking at any of the other students. âyeah go aheadâ he looks down at you a nods. He moves back towards the front of his desk while you walk past.
As you were walking you felt eyes on you. You were about to turn around when your dad speaks up. âGreenberg! Stop looking at my daughter!â he says harshly. You squeeze your eyes shut slightly and turn towards your dad with raised eyebrows. Still feeling eyes on you, you turn your head slightly and see Stiles looking ahead at you with wide eyes and a dropped jaw. At further notice everyone in the classroom was looking between you and your dad in shock, well except for Greenberg, he had his head down after your dadâs comment.
âshes your daughter?â Stiles says loudly in shock, his finger pointing at you. His mouth was open in a jaw dropping way and his eyes were wide. You take a deep breath and walk into your dads office, ignoring the eyes of your fellow students and more importantly Stiles
It was now the end of the school day and you were getting longer stares from students, clearly word had gotten around. You truly didnât care but now everyone would be questioning why neither of you said anything.
And letâs just say you were slightly avoiding Stiles, well not reallyâŚyou only avoided him after that class. You were now at your locker, packing up your school bag so you could head home when a presence is suddenly next to you. âCoach is your dad!?â the voice exclaims, breaking slightly at the end. You let out a breath and grab your bag, then closing your locker.
Stilesâs face was revealed once you closed your locker. His face was filled with pure shock, he looked at you as if you had two heads. Your lips press together into a thin line and your grip on your backpack adjusts. âSorry I didnât tell you, I was going to I swear!â You try your best to reassure him.
His face confronts from shock and into confusion, looking at you with pulled eyebrows but his mouth still slightly open. âWha- I just cant believe your Coaches daughter!â he exclaims loudly, everyone in the hall turns towards the two of you and in response to his loudness you raise a singular brow at him. He grimaces slightly âsorryâ he whispers. âI just cant believe you, like you standing in front of me came from him, it makes no sense!â he exclaims, definitely more on the quieter side this time around.
You fight a smile on your face, Stiles always brought one to your face. When he sees you smiling a smile is immediately pushed onto his face as well. âWell I amâ you respond quietly, looking up at him.
âAnd you know thats very scary but who cares?â Stiles shrugs, one of his hands coming up to grip onto his backpack strap. Your face lights up in response, you were scared he would want to see you anymore just because of who your dad is. You let out a small laugh at him saying your dad was scary but then you look up at him happily âso, our dates still on?â you ask, swaying your body lightly.
He pulls a face and looks at you as if you asked the dumbest question ever. âAre you serious? Youâre the best girl ever of course I want to go on that date, youâre like amazing, your pretty, funny, kind, great clothes- Well uh um unless you dont want to go on the date which is totally-â He rambles, moving his hands theatrically.
During his rambling you couldnât help but smile. Sure the compliments werenât out of this world creative or poetic but when you could tell they actually mean something from who theyâre coming from means a lot. Before he could continue to ramble and stress about if you wanted to go on the date or not you bring your hand up and cover his mouth. âI want to go on the date, Stiles.â you assure him, nodding your head slightly with a smile
Stiles lets out a little nervous laugh and nods as you remove your hand from his face. He tucks one of his hands into his jean pocket and looks down at you bashfully âgood, cause I was- am really excited about itâ he tells you, bouncing on his feet lightly.
âme tooâ you respond, looking up at him with a matching smile.
It was now later in the day and you were ready for your date with Stiles. You were dressed in a cute turtleneck sweater and a pair of jeans, Stiles said he was surprising you so you had no clue where the two of you were going.
Now, since the cat was out of the bag you didnât see too much of a problem in the fact that your dad would indeed be home all night. So he would be here when Stiles picked you up and dropped you off, which was definitely nerve wracking knowing who your dad was and knowing how Stiles is, Oh! and the fact that your dad had no clue you were going on a date.
You were putting in your last earring when the doorbell rang, you quickly grab your jacket and throw it on, as well as grabbing your purse as you walk out of your bedroom. As you were walking down the steps you hear your fathers naturally loud voice ring out so you stop, not being seen by either of them. âWhat are you doing here Stilinski? and with flowers?â
âuh um your-â before Stiles could even finish his sentence where he was going to tell Bobby the flowers were for you he jumps in.
âfor me?â He asks dryly, knowing they werenât for him yet at the same time not knowing they were for his daughter that was currently eavesdropping.
âYeah! actually! As a thank you for being the best coachâ Stiles stammers, pushing them forward and into your dadâs hands. From on top of the steps behind the wall you let out a giggle and finally decide to put Stiles out of him misery.
Your dad looked down at the bouquet of flowers in his hand then back up at an awkwardly smiling Stiles in pure confusion. Not a single thought in your dadâs brain or a feature in his face didnât hold confusion.
You walk forward, now stepping in between the two boys. âDad. Stiles and I are going on a dateâ you tell him confidently. To be sure to win your father over him you show him one of your award winning smiles that always had an effect on your dad.
âStilinski? Youâre going on a date with Stilinski? Actually no, my daughterâs going on a date?â Bobby exclaims, pointing his finger at each of you accordingly.
âyupâ you say happily, popping the p
âoh godâ Stiles whispers, silently praying for his safety
âsince when do you go on dates?â Your dad asks uncomfortably yet in his usual stern voice. He didnât like seeing his little girl grow up.
âsince now, dadâ you respond, quickly pulling him into a hug and pecking his cheek. âMake sure to put those in water!â you say hurriedly while grabbing Stilesâs hand and speed walking to his car
âHave her home by ten!â Your father exclaims, his hand holding the flowers raising and shaking sternly with his words.
âYes Coach! Oh uh Sir!â Stiles exclaims back to him, clumsily almost tripping over his feet but your hold was there to balance him. He opens the door for you and lend you a hand to get inside before running around to the drivers side of his precious Rosco.
âAt least it wasnt GreenBergâ Bobby mutters, running a hand over his face and through his hair as he closes the front door.
