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Motherfucking stubble.
Motherfucking hipster glasses.
Motherfucking tight jeans.
Motherfucker.
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It's not that Stiles didn't like his job, okay, cause he did. It was a bookstore for crying out loud, it was a haven for hyperactive geeks with a caffeine addiction and an unhealthy attachment to Wikipedia like himself.
But.
He did not need this, okay. He did not deserve this.
Who in their right mind sets up a record store - vinyl, and CDs, and cassettes and okay, Stiles may have more than one unhealthy attachment - across from a vintage bookstore in the middle of July (seriously their block was now basically the motherland calling all the pale and twilight-esque hipsters to it) and then proceed to hire the hottest guy Stiles had ever seen outside of gay porn?
No.
No.
This was not okay.
This was so not okay. Stiles wasn't ashamed to complain about it either. Loudly.
"Who the fuck does he think he is with his stubble and his ass and his hipster glasses and his motherfucking face and seriously? He's bending over to pick up a box, really universe, really? Ugh." Stiles punctuated his little rant with smashing his face against the counter top.
"What the hell is wrong with you Stilinski? Go and ask him out if he's causing you this much sexual frustration," Erica piped up with an unhealthy and downright dirty gleam in her eye, "I bet he could spin your head right round."
"Really Erica, vinyl jokes? I thought you were better than that," Stiles sighed, shaking his head as he picked up the latest books that people had taken off the shelves, thumbed through without even glancing at the content and then proceeded to throw carelessly wherever they landed, not giving a fuck about the delicate order that The Bookmark had (and yes, the bookstore really was called The Bookmark because Stiles had a really shitty sense of humour and no sense of witty puns and fuck you, it was his store).
"Whatever Stilinski, it's not my fault you haven't gotten laid since Danny left to help orcas in Asia," Erica huffed as she re-organised the French section. Again.
"Orphans, Erica. Orphans in Africa, don't you listen when I speak?" Stiles retorted, hiding behind a bookshelf.
"I'm sorry, what? I was too busy thinking of all the hot sex I had last night with my big, strong, beautiful boyfriend," Stiles rounded the corner just in time to see Erica smirk as her comeback landed.
“Fuck you Reyes, take your happiness and go,” Stiles flopped dramatically onto one of the plush purple sofas that sat in the corner whilst rubbing his temples, “I’m serious, go on, get. Go and visit Boyd and his beautiful chocolate buns.”
Stiles looked up to see Erica standing smirking at him with her eyebrows raised. Only then did his words register.
“Oh my god Erica, get your head out of the gutter! I was talking about his pastries. You know, in his bakery, where he works. Jesus,” Stiles squawked as he flailed his arms.
Erica’s laughter filled the room, booming off the walls,” Aw hun, you are so cute when you’re flustered! I will in fact go and check out his buns. I’ll even bring you one back,” winking at Stiles Erica fluffed up her hair, adjusted her boobs and strutted out of the store in the direction of Devine Delicacies.
“Crazy, crazy girl. Honestly, so crazy,” Stiles pushed himself of the sofa, muttering under his breath as he went.
“She may be crazy but she’s totally hot,” a voice behind Stiles startled him so much that he dropped the pile of books he was carrying right onto his foot.
“Motherfucker,” Stiles hissed as he grabbed onto a nearby bookshelf for support.
“Holy shit, I’m really sorry! I never meant to scare you so much, here,” the mystery voice turned out to be a gorgeous, raven haired girl who was currently holding out an arm for Stiles to grab onto.
“Ah, it’s okay. Not the first time I’ve injured myself because I wasn’t paying attention,” Stiles panted out between harsh breaths,” Although I do think I may have to pay a visit to the emergency room tonight.”
“No,” the girl shook her head vehemently.
“No? No offense but I really do think I’ll need an x-ray,” Stiles squinted at her like she was crazy.
“No, I didn’t mean no. I meant ‘not tonight’. I’ll take you now, I mean this is all my fault, I didn’t realise you were carrying all those books,” the girl bit her lip,” Come on, my car’s just around the corner.”
“No, but, wait, just, Erica,” Stiles spluttered out his half started sentences before he took a deep breath,” I’ll have to wait until Erica comes back, I can’t just close the shop, we need the business.”
“Okay, compromise,” the girl said as she turned around and marched out of the shop before Stiles could say anything else.
“God I really hope she’s coming back, please come back,” Stiles muttered as he tried to hop over to the door. Looking up he saw the girl cutting through the traffic with another pretty, dark haired girl trailing right behind her.
“Okay, Stiles right?” Girl number one asked him, nodding once when he nodded at her, “Okay good. This is Allison, my cousin. She’s a cashier at our record store so she knows how to work a till. She’ll stay here until Erica comes back while I take you to the hospital.”
“Usually I’d say no and continue to flaunt my masculinity in your faces but my foot is throbbing and I took basically none of that in so I’m just gonna nod and pretend I have a clue as to what’s going on,” Stiles answered, the pain in his foot reaching critical levels.
“Oh god, okay, grab my arm and we’ll get you to the hospital. I’m Laura by the way,” Laura smiled at him as she helped him out of the shop.
“Hey. Oh Allison, there’s a coffee maker in the back if you want a drink!” Stiles shouted back before he walked straight into a street lamp, “Ow, motherfucker.”
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Aside from the obvious bodily harm she had inadvertently inflicted, Stiles had come to the decision that Laura was a pretty awesome girl. When the doctor in the ER had looked at him and asked if Laura was family she’d sneered at the doctor, grabbed Stiles hand and declared herself to be his fiancée and if the doctor didn’t like it, well, he could go and get someone else to see them.
“Okay, you’re awesome and all,” Stiles told her as the doctor had finally diagnosed a broken foot and gone off to find a nurse to put his foot in a cast,” but I feel like I should tell you that I’m more gay than straight.”
Laura let out a startled laugh that filled the room,” Aw sweetie, as gorgeous as you are, don’t make that face you’re totally gorgeous. Now, as gorgeous as you are, my brother may be oblivious but I’m not. I see the way you check him out.”
“What, brother, you have a brother, there’s no-one I’m checking out, what?” Stiles spluttered as a blush crept up his neck.
“Yes, my brother. You know the one, works in Halestorm, stubble covering half of his face, dark hair, tall, those stupid hipster glasses he wears because he thinks they make him look smarter when in fact they just make him look like a douche?” Laura smirked at him from her spot by his bed.
“Please don’t tell him,” Stiles pleaded, shifting on the gurney,” Please, please, please don’t tell him.”
“Woah hey, it’s okay, I’m not gonna tell him. Although I think you should,” Laura said with a smile before her face dropped, “Oh shit, I forgot to ask you, did you want me to call anyone to come pick you up? Only I’ll have to go back to the store so I can’t give you a ride.”
Stiles chuckled at the chagrined look on her face,” Yes actually, could you give my friend Lydia a call? She lives next door to me and if you ask she’ll probably say yes.”
Stiles wriggled around until he could pull his iphone from the back pocket of his skinny jeans and handed it to Laura,” Just a heads up, she’s not listed under ‘Lydia’ but ‘Flawless Strawberry Goddess’ and I’m not even going to deny that those are my words because her hair is strawberry blonde, she’s a goddess and she is definitely flawless.”
Laura quirked an eyebrow in his direction until he shrugged and then she rolled her eyes but saluted and made her way outside.
Stiles was saved from boredom as his nurse came to set his foot in plaster. He chose purple because fuck you that’s why.
By the time his foot was done Lydia was storming into the ER.
“Stilinski. What the hell is your problem?” She flounced over to Stiles and slapped him around the head.
“Ow, what the hell did I do?” Stiles rubbed the back of his head with a wounded look on his face.
Lydia huffed, planting herself in the seat next to his bed. Digging around in her purse she tossed Stiles his phone.
“The next time you have to go to the hospital could you please call me yourself instead of letting a random girl inform me that you’re in the ER without explaining the situation?” Lydia’s face softened before she tossed her hair back, “For what it’s worth I’m glad you’re okay. And I’m digging the purple,” she said, tapping a nail on his cast, “More canvas right?”
“This is why you’re flawless, you know that?” Stiles waggled his eyebrows at her before the nurse came back with his crutches. Lydia made a bambi on ice reference before he even stood up with them.
She totally jinxed him.