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Could you pretty please draw more Baking my way into your heart fan art? Maybe the lake or condom part, but anything you do is great c: ps: you are is beautiful u little piece of beautiful shit (sorry for my bad english, not my first language)
Asked by Anonymous
This is the 9th ask/request I’ve gotten about baking my way into your heart. I GUESS THE FIC IS REALLY THAT POPULAR IN THE FANDOM? XD and I just drew something yesterday night too! XD Arra suggested i just draw the whole thing as a comic. aauughhhh. oh well, here’s a doodle :P
He kicked off his boots and shimmied his pants off so he was left in nothing but his boxer-briefs and silly little scarf. “Come on. You’re smart. You should know the best warmth in this situation is body heat,“ he smirked, getting on his knees and wrapping his scarf around Stiles’ neck.
Derek sat on the towel be the fire, wrapping his arms around Stiles’ cold frame and pulling him in close before draping the blanket around the both of them. He pulled Stiles into his lap, rearranging the boy’s legs so that they curled around him. This time a blush did manage to grace Stiles’ face as he tried vainly to keep his parts covered under the towel. Derek took it as a good sign. He took Stiles’ wrists in his hands, stopping him from fiddling, and wrapped them around his torso before returning his own arms around Stiles.
effinlemon replied to your post: Please do more “Baking My Way Into Your Heart” art work. I’ll love you forever if you do.
YES. MORE. PLS. XD although i may be biased…
PFFT NO, NOT AT ALL. WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT. XDD but oh man, there is enough fluffy material in that fic to draw for a long time. I’m sure i wont have a problem drawing more in the future. ;>
Derek full on ran back to the coffee shop. He threw open the door, but it was too late. Stiles was standing next to the table, bag situated on a chair, one of the books open in his hands. Derek could have died. “Those aren’t- they- I’m not-” Derek couldn’t seem to find the right words.
Stiles glanced over to Derek who could only stare from the doorway. “Is… this for me?” he asked.Derek thought it would be best at this point to keep his mouth shut. So he just stood in the doorway, mentally freaking out, though you wouldn’t guess it if you saw his face.
Stiles looked back at the bag, then to Derek, then at the book in his hands. Something seemed to click. A soft smile began to form on his lips. “Thanks, Mr. Hale,” Stiles lit up. He closed the book, running his thumb over the various tags sticking out. “I love it. I’ll try some of these out tomorrow.”
[internally screaming] (fic link)
“Mr. Hale?”
Derek inwardly winced. “Shit,” he mumbled under his breath. He had been caught. Slowly, he turned around.
“Ah! I thought that was you!” Stiles beamed, walking over to Derek. “Getting some shopping done?”
Derek just nodded. He glanced at the cabbage, grabbing one firmly in his hands. “I like cabbage.” Derek instantly berated himself for his stupidity. ‘I like cabbage? Seriously?’
Stiles’ brows arched up, amused. “Cabbage, huh?”
