dylan o'brien | imagines

dinner [ stiles stilinksi - cute ]

dinner
/ˈdɪnə/
noun
the main meal of the day, taken either around midday or in the evening.
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she/her pronouns- female reader
(anyone can read tho ofc)
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"You don't get it! My dad started dating somebody and wants to introduce her to me and told me to cook dinner! I don't know how to cook dinner! I eat cereal for breakfast every morning what am I supposed to do???!!!" Stiles exclaimed in the middle of Coach Finstock's class, causing several heads to turn and face his direction.

As Scott was about to reply to comfort his stressed friend, Finstock immediately called out.

"BILINSKI, MCALL IF YOU TWO DON'T SHUT UP RIGHT NOW IM GIVING YOU DETENTION DOR THE REST OF YOUR HIGH SCHOOL LIVES DO YOU HEAR ME?"

"Sorry Coach" Scott said at an attempt to not further inrage their teacher.

Stiles on the other hand, being the person he is, put no effort whatsoever to do that.

"Can you even give detention to us for the rest of our high school lives- like- is that even a thing?"

"SHUT UP BILINSKI" Finstock shouted again and went back to teaching.

When he was focused elsewhere, Stiles immediately started complaining about his problem, whisper-shouting to Scott.

"Scott I'm totally freaking out right now- like I'm in full freak out mode!!"

"Stiles, calm down I'll help you" he said calmly, but Stiles was anything BUT calm.

"You're saying that like you know how to cook" he said frustrated, knowing cooking wasn't one of Scott's strong aspects, I mean, mans was a werewolf but he could probably burn a house down toasting bread.

As they continued arguing quietly, Stiles felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around him frustrated.

"What-" he started but stopped as soon as he saw the beautiful girl in front of her.

"Um...hi- so I know it's kinda rude to eavesdrop- NOT that I was eaves dropping or anything I just- I couldn't help but overhear, you need help with cooking?" She whispered so Coach wouldn't hear

"Uh- yeah, my dad needs me to cook dinner today and I have no idea what to do, I'm a horrible cook" he said, facing the y/h/c haired girl with beautiful y/e/c eyes. Damn. He thought, she was gorgeous.

"Look uh- I know we don't really know each other but...I'm a great cook and uh- I, can help...you if you want" she said nervously, struggling to make out words.

"Oh you don't need to really-" he started but was interrupted.

"Stiles a hot girl just offered to help you cook dinner, you're literally solving two problems at once, your singleness and your dinner fiasco!" Scott whispered in his ear quickly, changing Stiles's point of view on the subject.

"Actually- that'd be great," he said finally, a grind on his face.

"It's settled then, when should I come?" she replied with a beautiful smile. God, Stiles snap out of your thoughts this is literally the first time you've even talked to each other you can't already develop a crush! Stiles thought to himself, nodding.

"Uhh- dinner's supposed to be at 7 how long do you think it'll take to prep?"

"About an hour or so"

"Great then...5.30? 6? I'll text you my address"

"Yup but uh- do you even have my number?"

"I totally forgot about that." He replied face palming himself.