#Cookies

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[fullcravings]

Chocolate Chip Sugar Cookies

[thegroovyarchives]

1967 Nabisco Cookie Holiday Advertisement From the March 17th, 1967 issue of Life Magazine (via: Pinterest)

[oldjeepersblog]

Yep…

Christmas Cookie Box

[tinykitchenvegan]

Vegan Orange Cranberry Shortbread Cookies

[nuggetpool-hi]

This was funnier in my head

[fshoulders]

Goddammit, I’m gonna have to go with the full chopped-bar chocolate approach next time I make chocolate chip cookies, aren’t I? (I use J. Kenji Lopez-Alt’s highly scientific recipe, not Toll House, but I am lazy so I use chips. But…dang.)

Wake up babe! New cookbook just dropped!

[arthur-lesters-optic-nerve]

i remembered i had free will and now i have cookie arthur lester

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[daily-spooky]

[kailrosewrites]

Beautifully written and you get bonus points for reminding me that early 30s is still young

(since I'm in my early thirties and feel ancient lol)

cookies. lumberjack!logan x chubby!femreader.

synopsis: Logan likes his quiet, simple life, but something is missing. maybe someone. maybe that someone is you, the lovely lady that gifted him a bowl of cookies.

cw: chubby, mother and baker reader, fatphobia, logan being smitten, a bit of ooc logan, suggestive content.

words: 2.3k

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Being a lumberjack wasn’t that hard. It was a quiet life that Logan lived, and he enjoyed it. Although it was pretty lonely, he liked that type of life.

He didn’t have friends, but he could count his work colleagues as those, he was sure that he didn’t need friends, he was okay on his own. But he couldn’t lie, when he came and saw his house just as he had left it, he craved a bit of someone's company. An alive house.

But he pushed those thoughts away, because he didn’t have time for that, he had other business to take care of. All of his friends craved the weekend to be at home with their wives, and he… he craved it to drink beer on his sofa and watch TV, alone. Fortunately, he didn’t get bored easily, it was a good routine, he found comfort in it.

The sound of chopping wood filled his ears like usual, some ragged breaths around it too. It was like that for hours, until break started, all of his colleagues getting surprised by whatever their wives cooked for them, while Logan ate the sandwich he had made that morning for himself.

“I heard there’s a new one in town.” One of his colleagues said, Logan raised an eyebrow.

“A new what?” He frowned a bit.

“A woman.”

Logan sighed. His colleagues weren’t his friends because of that: they were utterly disgusting. All of them had wives and some of them had kids, but even with the amazing lives they got, they didn’t miss the chance to be disgusting when talking about women.

“A good piece?” Another colleague said.

“Dependens on your likes, man.”

“What do you mean?” One of them talked with food in  his mouth.

The one that apparently had saw this woman chuckled. “You know, she is a good piece… if you like your steak with grease.”

“The fuck does that mean?” Logan frowned.

“She is fat.” One of them laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world.

After that sentence, Logan stopped listening. Sometimes he couldn’t believe how his colleagues spent the only free time they had per day talking about that stuff. He just sighed and kept eating in silence.

During the trip home, he realized that the jacket he had on wasn’t enough to keep him warm, a sign that winter was getting even closer. As soon as he got home, he did the same he did at work: chop wood. He couldn’t say he minded, it wasn’t like he had something else to do.

A soft humming made him sharp his ears and pay attention to the people walking by. He got a glance of the beautiful linen dress you had on, with flower embroidery on the bottom, the piece of clothing hugged your chubby curves in a beautiful way, he didn't think he had ever seen someone with a piece of clothing that benefited them so much.

He got captivated, a beautiful woman like you walking in front of his yard, and he was too stunned to speak. He had never been so enamored with a woman before. Your hands were holding a basket as you stood in front of his fence, and when that smile appeared in your lips, he thought he was already drooling.

Everything was too much for him to handle, you were breathless. Your curves, your dress around them, your smile, your face… god, your face. That perfect, adorable face.

“Hi!” You said sweetly.

He blinked a few times before speaking. “Hey.” He instantly cursed himself for how blunt he sounded, at the same time that he was trying to hide the fact that he was completely distracted.

“Logan, right? Miss Harper told me your name.” You smiled at him.

You were young, a young little thing he would say. Younger than him, of course, but he could tell you were in your early thirties. 

“You got that right.” He rested his ax on the ground and rested his hands there.

“Glad to meet you.” You smiled widely. “I just moved, I have a bakery down the road here, I was around telling that I do birthday or events cakes, or any type of pastries, and that I would love it if you came by.”

You probably told this to everyone, but gosh, he felt special. 

His sweet tooth couldn't deny the opportunity. “You have a deal, sugar.”

You seemed to blush at the pet name and lifted the bow you had in your basket. “I wanted to give you these.”

Logan approached curiously, you lifted the towel that covered the content on the bowl.

Cookies. Classic vanilla and chocolate-chip cookies.

“Mr. Harper also mentioned you liked cookies.” You giggled a bit.

He might have just fallen in love.

His eyes were immediately drawn to the bowl in your hands. They widened a little, with an almost childlike wonder of seeing a treat. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had given him cookies. 

Logan quickly wiped that look of his face before he spoke, raising an eyebrow. “You’re giving me these.. just because?”

“Yeah, I mean, I thought it was a sweet thing to do.” You said, with a hint of shyness.

Oh, hell yeah, you were a sweet thing. His heart fluttered at that. That cute look on your face, God, could someone even be more perfect?

But Logan tried to brush that thought off, and he took the bowl of cookies in his hands. “That’s real sweet of ya’. Thank you, sugar.”

You smiled cutely. “No need to thank me, baking is how I express love. Anyways! I'm going to the flower field, I'm making some flower crowns with my daughter. Bye Logan!”

As soon as you came in, you left to the flower field next to his house, waving softly at him.

Baking how you express love, that you had a daughter.. 

He wasn’t too sure why learning all of that caused butterflies to start fluttering in his stomach, but he tried to ignore them when you said bye to him. 

And with that, Logan was left all alone on his porch, a bowl of cookies in his hands. 

He looked down at them, before he couldn’t help but let that grin make its way back onto his face. He felt like some lovesick schoolboy, swooned so easily by a woman offering him cookies and having a cute smile.

He mentally cursed himself for reacting so strongly. 

It wasn’t fair that this one woman, you, had the ability to make his heart skip a beat and bring an unfamiliar flutter of butterflies into his stomach. But also, having someone taking care of him like that, made his stomach flip with happiness.

Logan tried to shrug off the feeling, and instead, looked down at the bowl of cookies and bit into one and… Jesus H. Christ.

It was soft, and warm, and tasted sweet, and it just…melted in his mouth. He never experienced a cookie like that, and the fact he was eating one you baked felt his heart thump. 

He took another bite, wanting to savour the taste.“God damn it.” He muttered to himself as he took another bite. 

Logan couldn’t help but close his eyes as the sweetness of the cookie flooded his senses, the taste was so good, it was criminal.

He was screwed, he might just fall in love with you because of a goddamn cookie.

One cookie quickly became all of them. 

Logan couldn’t stop himself as he shoved the cookies one by one into his mouth. He never stopped to think about how you had baked them, or what you had put into them to make them taste so good, but it felt like he was being taken over by some sort of sugar high. 

He took a step back and leaned against one of the wooden beams of his porch, silently cursing to himself as he couldn’t stop eating. “Jesus..” By the time they were all gone, he let out a soft pant, and ran a hand over his hair. 

Those damn cookies were addictive, and if he got another basket of them… he couldn’t hold himself back.

His belly got inflated, rounded when he finished eating all of the twenty cookies. He rested a hand on his belly and closed his eyes, already feeling sleepy. He sighed and walked in the house, he left the bowl on the sink and turned on the water to wash it.Now, he was glad that the kitchen window in front of him gave view to the flower field where you were walking, recollecting some flowers and putting them in your basket. Damn, you were a sight to behold.

By the time the sun started to go, Logan had just headed back out with the clean bowl in hands when he saw you leave the flower field. From the porch, he was admiring you from afar, watching as you made your way home. He opened the fence door to approach firmly.

He slowly walked down the steps, and leaned against the fence as he called out to you. “Hey, sugar.”

You stopped your steps and smiled widely at him, turning in your heel to face him. “Hi Logan! You tried the cookies?”

He was kinda of embarrassed to admit his previous actions, the fact that he had ate the whole bowl in less than twenty minutes, but that soft look on your face made him realize that you were as sweet as your pastries.

He pushed back from the railing and walked up to you, smiling as he came to a stop.

He chuckled at the cookie question. “Yeah, all of ‘em. Just about ate the whole bowl.”

He thought you might laugh at him, or think he was a weirdo. Instead, you giggled and smiled. “I'm glad. I can tell you liked them, are you a chocolate fan?”

He grinned wider when he heard your soft giggle, admiring how cute you looked as you smiled. “Not sure ‘like’ is the right word, sweetheart. More like I absolutely devoured them.” He sighed a bit. “I'm a chocolate fan, yeah, can't deny that.”

"I guess I'll make you chocolately stuff for next time" You smiled softly to him, he felt like his heart was melting like butter.

Telling him that you were intending to bake for him again, he thought of receiving more of your treats, more of your love expressed through food, it made him go almost weak in the knees..

“Next time? You’re already thinkin’ ’bout bakin’ for me again, eh?”

You giggled adorably. "I just love baking, and when people like what I do, I can't help it but want to make them more.”

His heart thumped as you said that, how could someone be that cute? Well, he loved them, and he would eat anything you gave him.

Logan’s smile grew wider. “Damn, can’t blame ya for that, darlin’.”

Even though he was being sweet, Logan was a bad man, a nasty man it's a better way to express it, and the way your dress was hugging that chubby and curvy body of yours was making him remember how nasty he was. He couldn’t help his eyes tracking your body up and down, like he could undress you with his eyes.

You weren't stupid, of course you noticed it. You blushed a bit when he basically checked you out, accommodating a strand of hair behind your ear. "Anything else that you like for your sweet treats?”

His heart nearly stopped when he saw you blush. You were adorable.

He let his eyes linger over your body as he replied. “Oh, darlin’,”

Anything and everything, give me wha you want to give me. I’ll eat it all.

But instead, he just smirked, and said; “Surprise me.”

"I like the idea." You giggled. "Any allergies i should know?”

You needed to stop giggling like that or he was going to lose my mind.

God, you were an angel, a perfect, adorable, cute as hell, angel.

He looked down at you, his smirk still there as he spoke. “No allergies here, darlin’. I’ll eat anything ya�� make me.”

He sighed as you kept talking to him, smiling and completely smitten.

He just wanted to grab you by your hips and pull you into his arms, to have your head against his chest and wrap him arms around you, to feel your curves pressed against him. To feel that hell of a woman against him.

He tried to control the urge to do that, and just kept that smirk on his face. “So, sugar, you got a bakery? I’d like to check it out some time.”

“It's more like a café, and yeah, sure, I'm there all week with my daughter.” You smiled softly.

His ears perked up when you said that.

Your entire week, spent in the café. That gave him an opportunity to not only get more of your baked goods, but also more of you. To admire your sweet smile and adorable laugh.

His hands curled into fists so he wouldn’t reach out and touch you. He had to act slightly more nonchalant.

“Mm, I could organize my agenda to go check it out sometime.” He rubbed his chin as speaking.

“I would love it if you do that.” You squeezed your basket and he smiled when you lifted yourself a bit in your tiptoes. “I gotta go, I don't want to be late for dinner.” You looked at your house for a second before waving cutely at him. “Bye, Logan!”

Logan raised his hand and gave you a slight wave, smiling stupidly as he watched your dress move while you walked. “Bye, sugar…” he said in a mumble.

He sighed. He could get used to you.

[fullcravings]

Double Chocolate Peppermint Cookies

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