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anonymous asked:

I'm having a really rough day - nothing's going right and I've been on the recovery for my depression for over a year now and all of a sudden I can feel myself slipping and I was wondering if you would write some sterek fluff to cheer me up?

Stiles skids into Love At First Bite and slows to a halt. “Woah, god, I don’t know where to start!”

Allison and Scott follow him in, giggling at each other, Scott’s fingers twirling in Allison’s hair. Stiles rolls his eyes at them fondly and goes back to what’s important here.

The cakes.

He stares up at a four tiered chocolate cake with cascading cream roses trailing down the side. The detail in the roses is incredible and Stiles feels his mouth watering. He wants to know if they taste as sweet as they look—

“Don’t touch that.”

He jumps backwards and almost falls into a brick wall.

“Jeez,” he twists and sees it is not, in fact, a wall, but a ridiculously hot specimen of a man with an angry glare on his face. “Sorry, man, is this one for you?”

The man snorts, folding his arms and inclining his head at the cake. “No, I made that one.”

“Oh my god,” Stiles feels his mouth fall open. “You’re Derek Hale?”

Derek Hale’s ridiculously beautiful eyes narrow suspiciously at him. It’s really not fair. Stiles has been lusting after his cakes for years. Now he knows Derek isn’t some tiny old man with greying hair and spectacles he’s doomed. His dick is doomed. He’s never going to get a more delicious package than Derek Hale plus his cakes. He’s ruined for life.

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