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moonstruckme · 6 months

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Hello my fave lovely! Could I request a small something about teacher reader and Stevie coming to visit her classroom(maybe he’s a teacher too and they teach upper elementary school 9-10 year olds?)

Hi sweetheart, thanks for requesting! I decided to make Steve a PE coach instead of a teacher, hope that's alright :)

(slightly terrified some big mouth fandom I don't know about is gonna find this because "Coach Steve," but I'm taking that risk)

coach!Steve x teacher!reader ♡ 573 words

The projector always puts the kids to sleep, but you’re trying to keep them alert enough to retain what an object noun is when there’s a knock at your door. It opens, and Steve’s head pokes through.

Immediately, your kids are wide awake.

“Coach H! Coach H!” Their voices are bulldozing over each other, competing for Steve’s attention. “Hi Coach H!”

“Hey guys.” Steve grins at them, unphased by the effects of his celebrity. “Can I borrow Miss Y/N for a sec?”

The kids know well enough that it’s not a question for them, and they look to you as you put down your dry marker, giving them all a stern look. “I’ll be right outside this door,” you warn them. “If I hear any chatter, it better be about grammar.”

Of course, no sooner do you close the door behind you than a buzz of unapproved chatter starts up in the classroom. You ignore it. Steve’s hands find your shoulders, steering you away from the classroom window and then pressing you against the wall with the force of his kiss.

“Stevie!” you chide, breaking away and looking around you in alarm. Thankfully, the hallway seems empty.

“I’ll be right outside this door,” he croons in a girlish imitation of your voice. “You’re so tough with them, babe.”

“I have to be,” you reply. “They’d walk all over me otherwise.”

Steve raises his eyebrows. “Otherwise, huh? So that wasn’t you I saw trading lunches with Maggie the other day because she didn’t want her peanut butter and jelly sandwich?”

You flush. “I like peanut butter and jelly.”

Steve grins, kissing your warm cheek. “My sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes at him as if he’s more annoying than endearing (you both know better, but the fun’s in the act). “What’re you doing here?” you ask him, crossing your arms. “You know how you rile them up when you come by. It’s gonna take me forever to get them back on task.”

“Well first of all, I wanted to see you, didn’t realize that was a crime,” Steve says, grinning when you roll your eyes again, with even less feeling this time. He’s rubbing his hands up and down your arms, and soon he’s worked your hands free and is holding one in each of his. “And also, the second graders are testing today, so they’re not coming to PE. I’ll be free during your lunch.”

You blink. “They’re having the second graders skip PE for testing? They’re going to be bouncing off the walls.”

Steve shrugs. “Maybe they’re giving them extra recess after or something. I dunno, they didn’t ask me about it.” He squeezes your hands. “So, lunch.” A suave smile spreads across his face, and you know it’s meant as a joke but your knees go a bit wobbly anyway. “Wanna sit together?”

You bite your lip, but it’s useless; your smile can’t be contained. “Sounds good, handsome. My classroom? Eleven thirty?”

“It’s a date.” Steve leans forward again, and this time you oblige him, the kiss short but sweet enough to rot your teeth. “Okay, I’ve got fifth grade in five,” he says, letting go of your hands and walking backwards down the hallway. “Tell your kids I said to chill out.”

“That’ll only make it worse,” you reply, laughing. “See you at lunch, Stevie.”

He grins as he pushes the door open with his back, sunlight flooding the hallway.

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totallynotsilversora · 1 year

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Can we appreciate and analyze how impeccable Vash’s skills as a marksman is bc I hadn't noticed anyone talk about it in length and this gif literally drives me insane:

Content warning: mentions guns / gun and shooting below the cut because otherwise this analysis would be moot.

This is coming from someone who used to only shoot air rifles for sport like how you'd see it in the Olympics with paper targets!

Ok so as I’ve said I've shot guns before (not at anyone ya sickos) and believe me when I say that Vash has such a good steady aim his arm doesn’t even bend when he moves it - he moves it from the shoulder/ his waist to keep that arm straight and relaxed as possible, which is crazy because that gun looks like a BRICK made of solid metal. There's no way that thing is light, there's definitely some weight to it, but the way he moves it is smoother than most people I've seen lift a credit card.

Now it’s not unusual in sport to have at least some tiny weight on the end of the barrel to keep it steady and act as a counterbalance but that’s like Olympics, not a fight. Vash may be superhuman but I don’t think carrying a cross like the Punisher would make fighting any easier, so it’s safe to say holding a decently heavy chunk of metal filled with lead isn’t easy either (I’m pretty sure the humans we’ve seen so far held their guns with two hands either due to weight or stability and they're not so smooth anyways).

So him tracking someone with a gun like that in only ONE HAND is kind of impressive even at that close range bc it doesn't matter how many times you hit your mark, your barrel would NOT be as steady as Vash in that gif unless you're this gif of Kobeni from CSM:

Even that scene in episode 3 when Vash is aiming at Knives (which I can’t find a good gif of) he doesn’t move the barrel at ALL until he has to lift it and follow Knives’ head. No shaking, no wobble, not even the SLIGHTEST figure 8 you’d normally get when you aim down a barrel - it’s a smooth turn of his wrists following Knives’ head up.

And that’s all from EXPERIENCE. Look at the two gifs below:

You can literally see how much he’s improved since he lost his arm - he’s expectantly super wobbly compared to the last gif in episode 2. He notably doesn’t “force” the gun to stay in one spot and aim where it needs to be - he raises it then let’s it “settle” on where he’s aiming to shoot before firing. A good shooter knows how to aim and take the shot before they lose the target w/o moving (called “following through”), but a great marksman knows that when it comes to shooting you should never fight against the body’s natural tendencies to move the way it wants to even when you’re aiming at something because you’re less likely to wobble or move when your body is relaxed and comfortable. Moving it away from that position will cause you to quiver and inevitably try to return to that same comfortable position against your will. That’s not just something you pick up on naturally - you have to LEARN that shit.

Which means Vash literally took the time to either completely unlearn every single one of his body’s natural ticks in order to shoot like a pro OR he learned how to work along with each one so his aim was always on point. Either way, it took him 150 years of practice to reach that level and it definitely paid off for him I think!

There’s a bunch of other ticks I noticed, too, like him keeping his trigger finger on the side of the gun if he’s not aiming to shoot anything in that moment but still has the gun in his hand so he doesn't accidentally misfire:

Or how he never keeps one eye closed bc the twitching WILL make you shake and lose focus so he always keeps both eyes open when aiming so he sees better:

But this post is long enough as is and I think we all get the idea that he’s that fricking good at using a gun.

TL;DR Studio Orange did a fantastic job convincing me that Vash is an INSANELY GOOD marksman and this is coming from someone who used to shoot air rifles for sport and had an incredible coach who would also agree with me and say this guy’s aim is surreal if he ever watched this show. Also his reload speed is absolutely demonic too like what the actual hell-

EDIT: added that scene from episode 3 just to show you guys what I meant (sorry it's low quality but you get it!!! Also the fact he's keeping his finger on the trigger bc he knows how unpredictable Knives is and could strike him down at any moment just shows how confident he is at keeping his hand steady bc if he were shaking he would DEFINITELY have misfired by now).

#trigun stampede #text post #vash the stampede #analysis #gun #guns #shooting #marksmanship #seriously if this dude ever shot in the Olympics #I guarantee you everyone there would go INSANE #I used to shoot standing with my feet misaligned and it drove other coaches mad #because not only is it completely against how you’re supposed to be taught how to shoot (feet in one straight line)#but I actually shot better that way and landed bulls eyes consistently #bc my hips dont lie and my waist liked to move it like a blender ig but hey it worked!#anyways i think vash is neat!

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ultrone · 7 months

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coach’s sister !

shauna shipman and coach ben’s little sister falling in love ҂ fluff; brief making out sesh, both are eighteen years old; this was supposed to be hcs but i got a bit too inspired lmaoo, also imagine the arm is shauna’s. . .﹙2.7k wc﹚

shauna and you met one day when your parents couldn't pick you up from school as per usual. you didn't want to take the bus, so your last resort was waiting until your brother was free after practice to drive you home. it didn't bother you though, because you used the time to work on some of your assignments.

you thought soccer practice was over at 6:00 pm, so you packed your stuff and headed to the field to look for your brother. it wasn't until you got there and saw everyone mid-game that you remembered practice was actually over at 6:30 pm. since you were already there, you decided to go sit at the benches and wait.

as you entered the bench area, you realized you weren't alone. shauna shipman was also there, holding an ice pack against her visibly swollen ankle.

you had never spoken to her before, but you knew well who she was, just as she knew who you were. you had noticed shauna during soccer matches that your brother forced you to watch; she was number six. you weren't sure what it was about her, but she always caught your eye. it might have been her great footwork, incredible speed, big brown eyes, or adorable smile, but you couldn't tear your eyes away from her whenever she was running across the field.

and well, pretty much everyone on the soccer team knew who you were, as coach ben had a picture with you in his office, and they sometimes saw you leaving with him after games or practice. mari would joke about coach ben liking girls ten years younger than him until misty, who somehow knows everything, mentioned that you're his younger sister.

"hey," she said, interrupting your thoughts. "you're coach ben's sister, aren't you? y/n," she asked, curiosity in her gaze. you never imagined her voice would be so raspy—you found it very attractive.

"that's me," you assured with a smile. "just waiting for him to give me a ride home," you explained, and she nodded in understanding. "what happened to your ankle?" you asked, eyebrows furrowed.

and that's all it took for the two of you to dive into an endless conversation. you chatted away for what felt like an eternity, though it was only 30 minutes. you discovered you had more in common than you had ever imagined. so much so that she ended up asking for your phone number—of course, without coach ben noticing. she definitely didn't want to get her ass beaten during the next practice.

not even 10 minutes had passed since you left when she already texted you, and the two of you texted all night.

a week of non-stop texting and exchanging greetings between classes went by until you both agreed to meet again. initially, these were just regular hangouts, like watching movies at her place or going out to eat. but then, she started offering you a ride home every day, but only if you were willing to wait for her until practice ended. of course, you did—how could you not? you had the biggest crush on her.

and strangely enough, your academic performance improved, as you would spend two hours every day waiting for her at the library, working on your homework. afterwards, she would drive you home, always ensuring to park a few houses away so that your brother wouldn’t spot you coming out of her car.

one day, much like any other, shauna drove you home. she parked two houses down the street, and the two of you were engaged in a random conversation.

“shit, ben's texting me, i’ve gotta go before he gets suspicious,” you said hurriedly.

i mean, obviously, he was already suspicious—neither your parents nor he was driving you home from school, and he knew you hated taking the bus. you had attempted to use the "doing homework" excuse, but it didn’t cut it. he had a hunch that you were hiding something.

you locked your phone and began gathering your belongings, which were placed between your feet. just as you opened the car door and started to step out, shauna swiftly grabbed your arm, pulling you back inside. she cupped your chin with her other hand, drawing your lips together in a sudden kiss.

"shit—sorry, i don't know what came over me," she said, breaking the kiss abruptly and avoiding eye contact. instead of responding, you pulled her into another passionate kiss. as your lips grasped her lower lip, her tongue slipped inside your mouth, while her hand slid to your waist, gripping it tightly. you were so lost in the moment that you didn't notice the car's lights had turned on due to the door being left ajar.

as luck would have it, your brother suddenly emerged for his jog and started sprinting in your direction. it didn't take him long to spot shauna's car, and the well-lit interior made it easy for him to get a clear view. a clear view of the two of you devouring each other's mouths.

“y/n?” your brother's voice penetrated your ears, causing your heart to plummet into your chest. you swiftly separated from shauna and turned around, only to find your brother standing with his hand on the car door, opening it wide.

you couldn't discern whether he was angry or not; his expression remained deadpan and serious. you and shauna were left speechless, simply staring back at him. you both felt incredibly embarrassed, not only because ben caught you making out but also because he could see your swollen lips and shauna’s dishevelled hair.

"get out of the car," he ordered, shifting slightly to make room for you to step out. as you complied and stood beside him, he leaned down and said to shauna, "we'll talk about this tomorrow before practice. get there early." then he closed the door and started walking toward your house. you gave a nervous but gentle smile to shauna through the window before following your brother.

as you heard shauna's car starting and leaving, you silently followed your brother all the way into your house and into the living room. dropping your belongings onto the floor next to the couch, you took a seat. ben stood right in front of you, hands on his waist, facing the other way.

"so, this is why you've been coming home late every day," he began, turning around to face you. "why didn't you tell me?" he asked with a frown.

"there was nothing to say," you replied. "we're just friends, i guess," you said, sounding a bit confused. you and shauna weren't "just friends," and you knew it damn well. even though you had never discussed it directly, you spent almost every day together, and it was pretty obvious that the two of you were in love by the way you treated and talked to each other. all those lingering doubts and insecurities you had about it were dispelled by the kiss you had shared a few minutes ago.

"just friends? really?" he said incredulously, alluding to the fact that he had clearly seen both of you making out.

"yeah... sorry you had to see that," you said with an awkward chuckle while rubbing the back of your neck, referring to the kiss. "but i'm being honest with you. shauna and i are just friends. we met one day when i was waiting for you at the benches, and we hit it off right away. we started hanging out very frequently, and, well... now we're here," you explained, your tone becoming a bit shyer toward the end.

he sighed and relaxed his arms, letting them fall to his sides as he pursed his lips. then, he walked toward you and sat right next to you.

"you really like her, don't you?" he asked, turning to look at you.

you covered your face with your hands in embarrassment as you rested your elbows on your knees. "mhm," you mumbled as you nodded in agreement, not wanting to meet his gaze. the memory of your kiss with shauna kept replaying in your head, and the last thing you wanted right now was a pep talk from your older brother.

“look at me,” he said but you ignored him. "y/n," he repeated in a more stern tone, so you complied. "i'm not mad at you, okay?" he began, placing his hand on your knee for reassurance and softening his voice. "i wish you had told me about it, but i also understand why you didn't," he said. "i just want you to be happy, you know that, right? i mean... i'd prefer you were happy with someone who wasn't on my soccer team," he chuckled. "but shauna's a good girl. a bit grumpy at times," he quipped, earning a laugh from you. "but i know she's a good student and a nice person too, so i know you're in good hands," he said.

"yeah, she's amazing," you began. "did i tell you i got a B+ on my last biology test?" you said excitedly. "she helped me study for it," you added, a smile lingering on your face as you recalled shauna's adorable focused expression while working on a cheat sheet for you to review.

ben couldn't help but smile too, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer while gently rubbing your arm. "i'm glad she's making you happy and helping you excel in school," he said genuinely. "and i hate to be that person, but if she ever hurts you, she'll go through hell at practice. i'll have a one-vs-all scrimmage session ready for her just in case," he said, sounding protective.

"you better not," you shot back, moving away slightly to look at him through narrowed eyes. "if anything, i want to see you giving her special treatment."

"hah," he chuckled. "yeah, yeah... that won't happen," he said before standing up from the couch. "that reminds me, i need to talk to her before practice tomorrow," he said, his expression turning serious as he tried to intimidate you.

"you'll go easy on her, right?" you asked. you weren't overly worried since you knew your brother wasn't mean, but you couldn't help feeling a bit nervous for shauna, especially since she didn't know him as well as you did, and he was just her coach, after all. she must be really nervous right now.

"we'll see," he said, walking out of the house to resume his jog before you could muster a reply.

you sat impatiently in the library, your leg shaking as you waited for the clock to strike 6:30 pm in the afternoon. you hadn't spoken much with shauna since yesterday's events. you didn't share any classes today, and she hadn't responded to your texts during lunch. she had checked in on you last night, expressing concern about what ben had told you. however, you assured her that everything had gone well and agreed to meet up today at your usual time, which is why you felt so nervous.

suddenly, a hand rested on your shoulder, snapping you out of your thoughts. you looked up and found yourself locking eyes with a pair of big brown eyes.

"hey," shauna said, placing her backpack and gym bag on the floor before taking a seat in the chair next to yours. she seemed a bit nervous but not sad or worried, which eased your concerns about her conversation with ben not being as awkward or strange as you had feared.

"what are you doing here?" you asked curiously, offering a soft smile. "it's still pretty early."

"coach ben let us go early today; he had a meeting with the other coaches," she explained. "shouldn't you be studying for our english midterm?" she teased, raising an eyebrow while glancing at the paused tv show on your computer screen.

"i was just ten minutes ago; i needed a quick breather," you tried to convince her, though the truth was that you had given up on your studies an hour ago.

"sure..." she said, unconvinced, wearing a sly smile. she made a mental note to help you study later.

the two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, both of you contemplating yesterday's events, unsure of where or how to begin. you were about to ask if ben had spoken to her, but she started talking before you could muster the courage to open your mouth.

"so," she began, looking down at her hands and fidgeting with the rings on her fingers. "i'm sorry about yesterday, for kissing you like that," she said nervously. "i should've asked first."

you gazed at her, tilting your head slightly, and gave her a soft smile. "don't worry about it. i kissed you back, after all," you reminded her. "and i liked it," you confessed, feeling your cheeks grow warm.

"you did?" she asked, meeting your gaze as her shoulders relaxed a bit, her eyebrows raising slightly in a hopeful manner.

"i did," you confirmed. the two of you sat in silence for a few more seconds, but this time, you broke it.

"i like you, shauna," you said, your gaze shifting to the table in front of you in embarrassment. you were very nervous, and the only thing that gave you the courage to confess your feelings was the fact that she had initiated the kiss yesterday night.

shauna couldn't help but smile at your words, her cheeks flushed. "i like you too, y/n," she confessed. "a lot."

she put her hand on your thigh in an attempt to make you meet her gaze once more. and once you did, she asked, “can i kiss you?”

you smiled softly at her, “you don’t have to ask,” you whispered, slowly leaning closer.

just as your lips were about to meet, you heard a phone camera shutter sound from the table directly behind yours. you frowned and turned to locate the source of the sound, finding yourself locking eyes with a pair of green ones you instantly recognized.

"jackie!" shauna hissed, her face a mix of embarrassment and surprise. "what are you doing?"

"i'm sorry! you two looked so adorable; i had to capture this memorable moment," she explained. "i told you she liked you back," she added excitedly, raising her eyebrows suggestively and grinning widely.

"jackie, stop it," shauna scolded, her annoyance evident. finally, the blonde girl seemed to get the memo.

"okay, okay! i'm leaving now. see you later, guys," she said, skipping toward the entrance where jeff was waiting for her.

shauna sighed in embarrassment. "i'm sorry, that was so embarrassing."

"it's okay," you reassured her with a laugh. "at least we have a cute picture now."

"true," she admitted, a soft smile returning to her lips.

"by the way, did ben talk to you?" you asked intrigued.

"yeah, he did," she confirmed. "he gave me a 20-minute pep talk about how important you are to him and threatened to make me run 50 laps around the entire school if i ever hurt you," she chuckled.

"well, you better not then," you said, leaning closer to her once more, trying to hide your smile by biting on your lower lip.

"how could i? he showed me that one picture of you wearing a full-body star costume from your kindergarten christmas recital. i could never hurt that little thing," she teased, making a playful pout with her lips.

"he did not show you that picture," you said, covering your face in embarrassment.

"oh, yes, he did," she countered, retrieving her phone from her pocket and pressing the power button, revealing that the picture was now her lock screen.

"if you don't take that picture off your lock screen right now, shipman…" you playfully threatened, attempting to grab her phone from her hands, but she was quicker, “i’m gonna kill you.”

with her phone secure, she leaned back slightly, prompting you to lean in. seizing the opportunity, she deftly held your forearm in place and leaned in herself, planting a sweet kiss on your lips. without hesitation, you reciprocated, both of you wearing sheepish smiles on your faces.

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eurydicees · 3 months

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chp 97 || 2024 special one-shot

#when i say i burst into tears reading this line i am NOT exaggerating.#NEKOMATA HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE THE BEST COACH.#haikyuu #hq liveblog #haikyuu manga spoiler #hq chp 97 #hq chp 324.5 #<- my tag for the new one shot

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scratchybeardsweetmouth · 1 year

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“Okay, let me use it in a sentence, so it sticks. The ‘gaffer’ - me - is going out to the ‘pitch’ - the grass here - to watch practice.” | 1x01

#ted lasso #rebecca welton #coach beard #tedlassoedit #manigif #coach beard so silent yet his actions swift with the water #and rescuing ted from terminologies he doesn't get yet #couldn't include beard's nod in the final one as it was shot wide #haha ted tho laughing and pretending he gets it #similar to the flaneur one with higgins much later

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politelymenacing · 1 year

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#i looooved this shot #coach beard #roy kent #trent crimm #ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers

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marie-swriting · 1 year

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My Little Girl - Stiles Stilinski

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Summary : You're dating Stiles Stilinski and you want him to meet your father but there's one problem. You're Coach's daughter so Stiles is afraid, your dad will hate him.

Warnings : Coach Finstock!daughter reader, Protective father, fluff, there may be some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see any. You can also tell me if I missed any warnings !

Word Count : 1.2K

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Song Inspiration : First Man by Camila Cabello

Saying that Stiles is afraid to meet your father is an understatement. You've never seen him that freaked out. Still, he knows your dad so you don’t know why he’s so scared. For him, the fact that your father is the Coach of Beacon Hills High School is a good reason to panic. He’s afraid he won’t like him, yet you still want your dad to meet Stiles as your boyfriend and not as your classmate. Stiles and you have been together for six months and your dad still ignores it. You hate lying to him, especially because it’s harder to hide as he works in your high school.

But you’re still hiding. You're tired of this. You know your dad, all he ever wanted is your happiness, that's why you're sure he'll like Stiles. Of course, he’s a little protective, but aren’t all dads ?

Someone knocks on your door so you turn your head, discovering your dad. He’s still in his sports outfit and you know what he’s about to ask you. He always asks you the same question everyday after school.

“Do you want to go on a run with me ? 'No, dad, I don’t want to, I need to do my maths homework.'” He says, ironically, pretending to have a conversation with you. “Well I don’t care so you-”

“I’m coming.” You cut him off in his fake argument.

“I knew you-” he starts but he pauses, realising what you just said. “You’re coming with me ?”

“Yeah, it’s been a long time since we did something together.”

“Yes because you’re always busy doing your homework with Martin.” Your dad retorts, referring to your best friend, Lydia.

“When do we leave ?”

“In ten minutes, so get ready !”

After that, he leaves your room, closing the door behind him. You close your maths book and walk to your closet and get your gym outfit.

The real reason you want to run with him this afternoon is to tell him you have a boyfriend. You won’t say it’s Stiles. Not yet. You have to tell him though. And you know that when he runs, it’s the best moment to confess.

Once you're downstairs, your dad is already outside, waiting for you. You come next to him and you start running.

Everytime you try to talk to him, he cuts you off because 'It’s not good for your breathwork', like he always says. It makes it impossible to tell him, but you know if you don’t do it now, you’ll never do it so you stop running. He also stops when he notices you're not next to him anymore.

“Why are you stopping ? We’ll be home in five minutes.” He informs you, still making running movements. “I’m sure you can do it, sweetheart.”

“Dad, I need to tell you something and it’s serious.” You start and you can see his eyes widening.

“Don’t tell me you’re pregnant ! Who is the father ? Why did you do that ?”

“What ? No ! I’m not pregnant !” You correct him, shocked that it’s the first thing he thinks of.

“Thank God ! I almost had a heart attack. What is it then ?”

“I'm dating someone, dad.” You confess suddenly.

“You what ? My little girl.” He exclaims putting his hand on his heart as if he was hurt. “Who is that boy ? Or maybe it’s a girl ? I wouldn’t mind. I only want your happiness.” My dad reassures you.

“It's a boy.” You inform him.

“Do I know him ?”

“Yes, but the truth is that he’s too scared to meet you. He thinks you’re gonna hate him.”

“If he’s nice then no. I know I can seem mean, but you know me Y/N, I only want your happiness and if it’s with that guy then I’m okay with it.” He says with a tender smile, one of his hands on your cheek. “As long as it’s not Bilinski.” Your father laughs, mispronouncing Stiles’ name.

“He’s only a friend, you know it, dad.” You chuckle nervously.

‘Only a friend’, are you being serious ? You wanted to tell him the truth and here you are, lying again. Well done...

The next day, when you see Stiles, you take his hand and bring him into an empty room, which is the boys locker room. When you’re finally alone, he kisses you softly before tucking some of your hair behind your ear.

“I told my dad that I’m with someone.” You admit. “I didn’t say it’s you, but Stiles, you know I hate lying to him.”

“I know and I’ve been thinking about it last night and I’m ready to meet your dad as your boyfriend, even though I’m terrified.” Stiles says with a smile.

“I love you so much, Stiles” You tell him, looking at his beautiful brown eyes.

“I love you more.” He states before kissing you passionately.

The bell rings so you stop kissing before leaving the room to go to your classes.

During lunch break, you told your father that you’ll introduce him to your boyfriend after school. He says he’ll be home by 5 pm before adding that he can’t wait to meet him but you can see sadness in his eyes. After all, he has the impression that he’s losing his little girl because he’s not the only man in your life anymore, but your father will always be your father. At the end of the day, he’s the very first man who really loved you.

When you hear someone knock on your front door, you know it’s Stiles. You open the door and find him standing nervously. He looks at you like he could die at any second. You take his hand and bring him to the living room where your dad is waiting.

“Dad, this is my boyfriend. Stiles.” You inform him.

“Wait, you’re with him ?” He exclaims, pointing at Stiles.

“I know what you must be thinking I’m not good enough for her, but I love her, Coach.” Stiles says. “I’ve always loved her and I’m so happy to be able to call her my girlfriend. Like you, I only want her happiness.” He adds, confident.

“You’re not in a relationship with her because I’m your teacher, right ? Because if you think you’re gonna get better grades, you’re wrong.”

“No. Like I said, I’m in love with her.”

“Hold your horses, Bilinski.” Your father stops him. “You’re not gonna marry her tomorrow so stop with the romantic speech. Even though it's hard to see my little baby grow up, I accept your relationship.” He affirms, making you the happiest.

“So, does that mean I can call you ‘dad’ ?” Stiles asks as a joke but your dad looks at him unamused.

“Hell no ! You’ll still be calling me Coach, Bilinski.” He answers before turning his attention to you. “You like his sarcasm, seriously ?”

“That’s the thing I love the most, I think.”

“I’m glad you met someone you really like, Y/N.” Your dad smiles before looking back at Stiles harshly. “Break her heart, I’ll break your bones.”

“Got it.” Stiles says and you laugh softly.

You're happy your father accepts your relationship with Stiles. You knew he’d be okay with it. You're his little girl but he wants what’s best for you and Stiles is the best person for you. You know it.

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