ajeepandleather:

From this post from @imagine-sterek and @loveyprophet and the request of @bilesandthesourwolf I bring you some assholes who are (falling) in love

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Stiles never knows much about the jobs he takes. It’s not surprising, the producers and writers want to keep as much of their masterpiece a secret as humanly possible. So when Stiles walks onto a set he often looks a little lost and tries to keep out of the way until someone inevitably finds him and tells him what he’s supposed to do.

This job is no different. The set is in one of the fancy studios that Hollywood is famous for, towering false walls and a green screen in another area for who even knows what. Stiles doesn’t even know what the movie is called, just knows a subsidy of Paramount has hired him to double for Grant Gustin. When he had been told that precious little detail he had to stop himself from preening in front of his manager. Grant was not a bad looking man and was best known for the Chaser series that Stiles loved.

Stiles was ready for this to be amazing. Not only was he going to double for the handsome love interest of one of his favorite book series but the leading man was none other than Derek Hale. You could call Stiles a fan, Lydia called him a lunatic. So, he might have searched his IMDb for a list of his appearances … and then proceeded to watch them all. That just meant he could appreciate good acting!

“On your left!” Stiles steps to his right and turns to watch a rather frazzled looking man rush past him with a tray of coffees from Starbucks. He shakes his head in sympathy for all the poor little interns trying to carve a place in the movie industry one latte at a time. He follows the sound of a booming voice calling for “more energy!” and “you need to get your head into it, Hale!”

The set includes the rafters of what might be an industrial building and a green screen behind and below it. They will likely edit in the rest of the shot to cover the fact that the actors are landing on soft pads rather than gritty concrete. Stiles watches over the shoulder of a few stage hands to see a very fine ass all caught up in a harness. That truly amazing rump belongs to none other than Derek Hale who is talking with the director, gripping his replica Glock. A makeup artist touches up his artfully dripping blood on his forehead and all Stiles can do is stare in amazement.

“Alright everyone, take a few minutes and we’ll come back to this,” the director calls to the group that slowly disperses around Stiles. Derek hands off the Glock and undoes the harness around his hips with skillful precision. Before he knows it, Stiles is the only one left standing around when Derek looks up to walk off set. He can feel his cheeks flush and busies himself with a piece of nonexistant lint on his shirt, hoping he’ll be ignored. That’s usually how the movie stars treated him and honestly that would be better than making a fool of himself in front of his celebrity crush.

“You’re new aren’t you?” The voice catches him by surprise and makes Stiles jump. He wants to evaporate in his own skin (wow, that was a gross mental image) when he realizes Derek Hale is just a few feet away from him. Oh, he’s addressing Stiles!

“Uh, yeah, first day-”

“Great. Whatever. Make yourself useful and get me a black coffee with two sugars, yeah?” The ‘yeah’ is obviously a mock and Stiles feels a spark of anger ignite in his gut. Of course he knew it was possible Derek was a complete asshole, but he had his hopes, you know? He’s about to open his mouth when the idea strikes him. He smiles, saccharine sweet.

“Of course, I’d love to.” Derek just rolls his eyes and walks away. Stiles watches him – well, his ass – as he goes to his chair where they have a table set up for his props and some snacks. He makes his way to the coffee booth he had seen while walking to set and tries to reign in the smirk while he orders the coffee. He’s practically giddy while he dumps two packets of “sugar” into the coffee and stirs it nicely, making sure it all dissolves.

He walks back to Derek’s table and hands over the coffee with a smile and a “enjoy”. Derek doesn’t even really look at him, just glances over to take the coffee and continues to talk to the makeup artist next to him. Stiles backs up a few yards but keeps his eyes on Derek as he raises the cup to his lips and takes his first big sip.

The face is priceless and Stiles wishes he were legally allowed to take pictures while on set but alas, the memory will be held precious in his mind. Derek looks down at the coffee like it personally tried to poison him before his glare snapped up and searched out Stiles. He’s just smirked with a little wiggle of his eyebrows when, like a planned entrance in a movie, a familiar voice calls out –

“Stilinski! Is that you?” Stiles turns to look at the stunt coordinator, an old friend from stunt school, and reaches out to pull him into a quick hug. “You should come meet Grant. He’s super psyched to meet the man doing all his stunts.”

Stiles turns to look at Derek one last time and, bless the good Lord, it is perfection. His eyebrows are furrowed and his lips pressed tight, not confused but realizing that he’s made an ass of himself. Stiles enjoys it far too much to be a twenty six year old man.

Before he turns back to his friend he catches Derek mouthing you’re going to regret that. Stiles just sends him a wink and tries to calm the butterflies in his stomach.