Teen Wolf Imagines

Stiles Imagine - The Coach's Daughter

Stiles is watching me. Again. It wasn’t new that he had a crush on me, and it wasn’t like I was an idiot. If I was an idiot, then I probably wouldn’t have even known Stiles existed, because sometimes, he was easy to miss. Though when you’re the daughter of Coach Finstock, it’s a bit harder to forget that the lacrosse team, and all its players, exist inside the school also. Flipping my hair over my shoulder, I watch as Stiles says something to Scott, and Liam rolls his eyes from beside him.

A smile crosses my lips, and I wave at the three boys, watching Stiles blush darkly. Poor boy was probably having a field day with the feelings rushing through him. While they get into drills, I continue my homework, Lydia and Kira beside me, mumbling to each other. Malia had opted to stay out today, and in some ways, it made sense. She hadn’t been feeling well, and I think that had to do with the oncoming fact that she was now a Hale. Blinking, I go back to my work, only to see Stiles had moved closer.

“{Y/N}! I was just wondering, do you maybe want to -”

“STILINSKI! GET BACK TO PRACTICE!” Coach yells, making me smirk and Stiles blush. He nods and then wanders off, leaving me to roll my eyes at my father.

He’d always been protective of me, and I bet it had something to do with my mom leaving when I was five. She had found some other man, divorced my dad and within the next month, was gone. It was the stupidest thing to ever happen, and I have never once wanted to talk to my mother. Of course, my dad never spoke bad of her, but I’d been set since my tenth birthday that she wouldn’t come back. She’d never want me as a daughter. She never sent presents, never called, never made any tries to be in my life. So I wasn’t going to be in hers.

It was because of this that my dad was terrified of any guys getting close to me. He was more afraid that I’d end up leaving him like my mom did than anything. I could get pregnant and he wouldn’t care, as long as I didn’t leave him alone in Beacon Hills. Biting my lip, I look back at my textbook, mouthing the problems to myself.

“Stiles is looking at you again,” Lydia states.

I perk at that, my head shooting up and eyes searching the field to find his. He’s standing beside my dad, but I know that Coach can't tell. Smiling, I do a little finger wave towards him, and Stiles blushes, ducking his head. As I go back to my work, I wonder what could be going through his mind. Did he think of me all the time like I thought of him?

I’m so focused on my work that I don’t notice him coming over again. Suddenly, there’s a loud rapping against the bleachers, and my ears ring as I look towards the producer of such noises. A smile crosses my face as I make eye contact with Stiles, and I set my pencil into the crease of pages in my textbook. Brushing my hair back, I glance towards the other side of the field, seeing Coach chewing out another one of the players. We had time.

“So what was it you were trying to say to me earlier Stiles?” I tease, watching his eyebrows furrow.

He licks his lips before swallowing, adjusting his gear and shifting between his feet. The poor guy looked ready to collapse, and I feel the need to reach out and poke his chest. So I do, making  him blink and then look back at me. Raising a brow, I watch a blush creep onto his cheeks before he sighs. His hand raises and runs through his short hair before he nods and gets a determined look on his face.

“I was just wondering if you’d like to go out on a date with me,” Stiles says.

We both stare at each other another minute before I answer, my head nodding up and down in absolute terror of my voice cracking if I said yes. I watch a smile stretch onto his face, so wide that it’s a wonder it didn’t split his face in two. With a sudden burst of courage, he pushes up and kisses me. I blink and look at him. Oh, wow.

“STILINSKI! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY DAUGHTER?!”

We pull away, lips slightly bruised as he blinks and then frowns. He turns to say something to Coach when I sigh and drop my head into my hands. Of course he’d turn back then. Why was my dad always so protective? Stiles looks between me and Coach as he storms over, and suddenly it clicks.

“He’s your dad?!”

I nod, and watch as my dad grabs Stiles ear, dragging him over to the bench and sitting him down. A small huff leaves my lips as I realize what he’s doing, but I can tell that Stiles is taking in the fact that Coach is my dad more than anything he’s actually yelling at him. Finally, I see my dad look over towards me, and I give him the exact look that he had known would come. With a sigh, I watch him turn back and mumble something to Stiles, which he actually catches. A smile spreads on his face, and he nods, saying something back before running over to me.

“So we’re still on for Friday? I was thinking a movie after school,” he says, the smile still on his face.

“Friday sounds amazng.”