Will You Be Lime? (Stiles Stilinski imagine)
Summary: in which Stiles has an affinity for terrible pickup lines and decides he wants to win you over.
Warnings: just a couple of curses here and there
Word count: 2.9k
A/N: this is…this is just really fun. It’s also what I’d like to describe as ‘Hannah got a stupid idea and decided to roll with it’. I completely blame @truthorclifford for this tho - Mason’s pickup lines are incredible and 100% inspired this fic lmao. Happy reading! :)
“Hey, Y/N, heads up!”
At the sound of a loud voice, you snapped your head up to see a large object hurtling through the air, headed straight towards you. Letting out a small yelp, you dropped your pen and managed to catch the thing, your heart racing.
“Stiles!” You exclaimed, hands shaking. “Don’t scare me like that!”
“Sorry,” he offered, coming to a stop in front of your table. He looked down at you, grinning like a madman. “Do you like it?”
“You…” You broke off, turning the piece of fruit in your hands. “You got me a lime?”
“That’s not all,” he prompted, rocking back on his feet. You squinted at it, letting out a short laugh a moment later.
“Why’d you hand me a lime with your number on it?” You asked, confused not even beginning to describe how you felt.
Overwhelmed by laughter, Stiles had to take a moment before replying. “It’s a pickup lime!”