Fanart: The Danneel Project 03 - "The Mechanic(s) of Love" (PG, Danneel/Jared) For dugindeep.
First, there was this.
Previous entries:
How NOT to fly a kite
Come Fly With Me
The ever-delightful dugindeep demanded:
tebtosca and I used to joke about a mechanic!Jared/socialite!Danneel manip we saw on google images.
also:
Cupcakes are always a bonus to draw! :D
Have some mechanic!Jared, socialite!baker!Danneel, cupcakes, AND a graphic novelette. Don't say I never did nothin' for ya.
The Mechanic(s) of Love - A Story of Cupcakes, Lust, and Car Repair
One Valentine's Day, Danneel opened her bake shop extra early to whip up a boatload of Valentine's cupcakes. She slipped on her pink Chanel suit (it was a VERY successful bake shop!), and set out to deliver some of the sweet treats to the pediatrics ward of the local hospital -- and the rest to the neighborhood fire station, because kids are cute, but firemen are HOT, and Danneel was no dummy.
Alas, her car broke down before even a single cupcake could be delivered. Fortunately, it broke down right in front of J. Padalecki's Certified Auto Repair and Gun Show. Her vehicle was whisked to the back, where a skilled mechanic immediately set to work.
Danneel soon grew bored of waiting, and, snacking on a delectable cupcake,
wandered out back to see what was the delay with her car.
. . . Holy jumpin' Jesus on a pogo stick.
Danneel was impressed.
EXTREMELY friggin' impressed.
The eyes of the socialite and the mechanic met for a bare second before Danneel leapt upon ridiculously handsome, tall, sleek, sweaty, and gloriously glistening mechanic!Jared. Then began a flurry of prime NC-17 action (not drawn because dugindeep is already getting art AND a story, which is quite enough, if you ask me) in which Handsome Mechanic!Jared displayed his prowess under the hood, *cough* Danneel's Chanel suit was shredded to very expensive pink confetti, cupcake frosting was splattered and smooshed everywhere, and the passionate sounds rising from the rear lot of Padalecki's Auto Repair caused dogs to howl and little old ladies from here to Toronto to clutch their pearls. (And wish they could take Danneel's place, because little old ladies want that hot, smokin' Jared!love, too.)
The orphans and firefighters never received their Valentine's treats, but Danneel made it up to them with an extra helping of sweet treats the very next week. 'Cause she was awesome like that.
The moral of this story? Hot monkey sex trumps baked goods every time. Every. Time.
The End.
. . . Dammit, Jim, I'm an artist, not a writer.
[Scribbles and things.]
Pencil roughs (because someone forgot to scan the final linework before coloring.):
Oh, poo. Just realized that I didn't draw the sunglasses on Danneel in the first frame. Um. Oops? ART IS AN INEXACT SCIENCE, OKAY??
Previous entries:
How NOT to fly a kite
Come Fly With Me
The ever-delightful dugindeep demanded:
tebtosca and I used to joke about a mechanic!Jared/socialite!Danneel manip we saw on google images.
also:
Cupcakes are always a bonus to draw! :D
Have some mechanic!Jared, socialite!baker!Danneel, cupcakes, AND a graphic novelette. Don't say I never did nothin' for ya.
The Mechanic(s) of Love - A Story of Cupcakes, Lust, and Car Repair
One Valentine's Day, Danneel opened her bake shop extra early to whip up a boatload of Valentine's cupcakes. She slipped on her pink Chanel suit (it was a VERY successful bake shop!), and set out to deliver some of the sweet treats to the pediatrics ward of the local hospital -- and the rest to the neighborhood fire station, because kids are cute, but firemen are HOT, and Danneel was no dummy.
Alas, her car broke down before even a single cupcake could be delivered. Fortunately, it broke down right in front of J. Padalecki's Certified Auto Repair and Gun Show. Her vehicle was whisked to the back, where a skilled mechanic immediately set to work.
Danneel soon grew bored of waiting, and, snacking on a delectable cupcake,
wandered out back to see what was the delay with her car.
. . . Holy jumpin' Jesus on a pogo stick.
Danneel was impressed.
EXTREMELY friggin' impressed.
The eyes of the socialite and the mechanic met for a bare second before Danneel leapt upon ridiculously handsome, tall, sleek, sweaty, and gloriously glistening mechanic!Jared. Then began a flurry of prime NC-17 action (not drawn because dugindeep is already getting art AND a story, which is quite enough, if you ask me) in which Handsome Mechanic!Jared displayed his prowess under the hood, *cough* Danneel's Chanel suit was shredded to very expensive pink confetti, cupcake frosting was splattered and smooshed everywhere, and the passionate sounds rising from the rear lot of Padalecki's Auto Repair caused dogs to howl and little old ladies from here to Toronto to clutch their pearls. (And wish they could take Danneel's place, because little old ladies want that hot, smokin' Jared!love, too.)
The orphans and firefighters never received their Valentine's treats, but Danneel made it up to them with an extra helping of sweet treats the very next week. 'Cause she was awesome like that.
The moral of this story? Hot monkey sex trumps baked goods every time. Every. Time.
The End.
. . . Dammit, Jim, I'm an artist, not a writer.
[Scribbles and things.]
Pencil roughs (because someone forgot to scan the final linework before coloring.):
Oh, poo. Just realized that I didn't draw the sunglasses on Danneel in the first frame. Um. Oops? ART IS AN INEXACT SCIENCE, OKAY??