#making cookies

[oh-bother-stickers]

[absolutely-apple]

Wyd

Making cookies for a family reunion

(Oreo cake cookies)

Anyway the reunion is the day of the year where I have to act as cis and straight as possible if I want to avoid my elders wrath

kinda sucks tho :(

[uglysweeteater]

She's making cookies for her love ~♡

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Yohoo, Sweet! How I promised - a fool art ;)

I just wanted to take some time to try new brushes and up my art level. I hope you'll like it too!

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(also, maybe I'll make small changes, so, Sweetnesses, stay "on the phone")

[livinginthefifthdimension]

@chessxcat what are the odds that we are each other’s secret Santa ? 🤣🤣

I hope you like ittttt, tumblr was ONCE AGAIN, being a “fucker” so I’m uploading this from my phone.

Izayoi woke to InuYasha standing over her, wide eyes almost brown in the darkness of her bedroom.

“Mama, can you heat the oven?”

She rose slowly, used to the hyperactive bundle that danced on either side of her form as if he would explode if she took so much as a moment to stretch.

“Heat the oven for what?”

Her questions came too slowly for his liking and groaned, long and low, no realizing that he was holding up the operation with his dramatics.

“You said we could make cookies in the morning.” If she had any plans of objecting he pointed adamantly at the clock. 12:01 am. “It’s morning.”

She decided to spare herself the agony of forcing him into bed for a few more hours.

Besides, it was practically Christmas. She’d impose bedtimes and boundaries another night.

[imgoingtoburyyoureyes]

making cookies withmy little sister(hers look retarded)

[spkyspc]

making cookies!

☆ gn!reader x gn!partner

☆ fluff

☆ just making cookies~ (and lots of teasing)

☆ stoic/cold partner x bright and sly reader!!

it's been a while since you baked something, last you did so was before you got into a relationship. even though there's none the more reason to do so now but hunger and cravings, an idea sprung upon you - why not do it with your partner?

for someone like you, doing it alone was always your motto back then; the only difference now is you have someone who has your back. with that thought in mind, having an apprentice around does seem fun.

you contact them about your ideas through text. in response, they approve - great!! afterwards, you made a rundown upon the ingredients needed to make these batch of cookies which are:

· Butter
· Eggs
· Vanilla.
· Baking soda.
· Water
· Salt
· Flour
· Chocolate chips

luckily, everything is in check except for chocolate chips - one of the most important ingredient too. even though the store is just near your area, you ask your partner to help out regardless (you lazy ass). you better treat them to something on your next visit together.

and so, the wait is on. everything is on your kitchen counter alongside utensils. the time you agreed with your partner is nearing by just a few ticks; and you are edging to burst your energy to them with ecstasy.

a notification pops up on your phone; it's your partner:

"On my way! home"

"On my way!"

"omw"

"ffs iphoee ne man"

yeah, thats your partner.

"also did u preheat the oven?"

...

it took you a minute to process that you forgot.

"totally"

you reply, then rush to the oven to be preheated by about 177 degrees celcius.

DONE, now to continu-

your partner, now behind you stares deeply into you

"you forgot didn't you?" they ask

"yeah..," you reply

you both stare for a moment

your partner then blows on your nose which lead to you flinching - causing your partner to break into a small giggle.

"you should've seen your face"

"i hate you" you reply.

all laughs aside, your partner walks to the kitchen counter to drop off the chocolate chips. alright - everything is here!

ingredients, utensils, preheated oven and most importantly - you and your partner!

looking through your phone, you follow the recipe you mainly use for making cookies.

step 1: mix up the butter and sugar.

you grab a large bowl and a mixer alongside the ingredients needed: butter, white sugar and brown sugar.

"wait, so who's gonna start first? what's the flow here?" you ask.

"wanna rock paper scissors for it?" they reply

with no hesitation, you both knew what to do. hands ready, and...

you did paper, while they did scissors - well, you know the rules. you put out a large groan whilst allowing yourself a pat in the back for attempt. them on the other hand: rubbing their victory all over your face.

okay, time to go back to the main focus:

BUTTER! - you hand over the butter and watch it enter the bowl. until out of the blue, you were caught off guard; your partner took a smudge of butter and smeared it across your cheek - that bastard! you brace yourself by sneaking one yourself until-

SUGAR! - white sugar and brown sugar on your hand: you watch as the two combine into the mixture. with that, you are just etching to taste from the bowl. they mix them together with a mixer and the once identifiable ingredients now turned into a yellowy mush unrecognisable to the idea. such a sad sentimental thought.

step 2: crack in a few eggs, along with vanilla then add them into the mixture.

EGGS! - 2 eggs are all you need; you pass them to your partner, and they mash the two into the bowl - mixing the whole together. thus, it forms the dough.

"right, i think that's that," you say

"and we're not forgetting anything?" they ask

confusion and cluelessness could be seen all over your expression. a sigh could be seen from your partner as they take the vanilla extract from just beside you

holding the vanilla infront of your face, they say, "you're my apprentice, pay attention, okay~?"

their "okay" was said in a more delicate and tenacious tone. your face turns red and you ought to fight back; you aren't losing just because you're the apprentice. but how exactly are you gonna strike?

VANILLA! - a teaspoon of vanilla is enough to make a change to everything;

"it looks like maple syrup mixed with cough syrup," you say

"that sounds deliciously bitter," they reply

"you're deliciously bitter" you counter

...

they hide their face on the counter top whilst face visibly pink - you smirk in pride knowing you won out of idiocy; but did it matter? its the thought that you won that counts.

seeing the chance: you take the mixer out of their hands and mix away the ingredients. joyous and happy you are, they knew they had to up their game.

step 3: dissolve some baking soda into hot water. then, add a pinch of salt and the dissolved baking soda into the dough.

seeing as you've taken the lead, it's your turn to uprise the process.

BAKING SODA! - your partner gives you the baking soda and as they reach in their hand to give you the baking soda, you take their hand and put them both together. very cool power move.

"ok," they thought. their head might be relaxed but their hand isnt. it's set in position, which you then at the same time take the opportunity to pour in the hot water yourself. as you mix, your partner stares at you intently.

"what was that for?" they ask

you put your tongue out

"pay attention more" :p

SALT! - "ok you do the honours this time, its just salt" you say

"why? salty much?" they say

"says you" you reply

they scoff and pinched the salt from the container. and so, off the salt goes.

"thank you~" you say in a sly tone

"sure, whatever," face all red, they snatch the bowl from you and mix away.

fair enough

step 4: stir in flour and chocolate chips

one last step before making the shape of the cookies, what could go wrong?

FLOUR! - you grab the flour and chocolate chips and place them on the counter top. your partner looks at you while preparing the measurements of the ingredient: which is just the flour. as its commonly known, you can adjust the amount of chocolate chips you want based off of your desires.

"you know, i prefer my cookies with less chocolate chips," your partner says

you on the other hand have the opposite opinion, you're an avid lover of sweet, milky things. never would you deny otherwise to things as such (unless you're lactose intolerant but they dont exist). they knew of your obsession, though just wanted to cause a little conflict in the scene.

"don't you dare," you cry out

CHOCOLATE CHIPS! - it's just the difference of choice the two of you had. with a whole bag of chocolate chips, you both brace for who gets to pick between the amounts.

no hesitation, you both reach out to the bag in a rush: you try to distract your partner by attempting on negotiation, but it ended up not working.

"Pleaseeeeee," you beg. "I just want my chips to taste with the utmost pleasure of chocolate's divine."

"Nope, got it fair and square and that means I win," they reply. "But hey, since you asked nicely, maybe we can negotiate"

hearing that made you rise from your sorrow of defeat, alongside it is the feeling of relief. now what's left is to hear the deal:

"how about instead of placing all the chocolate chips all at once, you decide on what amount you want based off of the shapes you make? that way, i get my fair share of equality and you get... whatever you want," they ask

"DEAL," you reply. "as long as i get my cookies, i'm satisfied." in a happy mood, you take the chocolate chips from their hands and separate your amount and their amount. leaving it as a 1 : 2 ratio. the 2 of the ratio will be put in the bowl while the other 1 will be individually placed by you.

now, everything's settled

step 5: shape the dough and put it in the oven.

the trays are now taken out. you pull out the baking sheet alongside baking spray and now to finally make the desired shapes. with the bowl and your partner by your side, you both work together and try to get what's what.

as you both work on the batches, you can't help but just take a small taste of what the cookie dough tasted like; until your partner stops you while giving you a warning about salmonella, as if that'd stop you.

skipping to when everything's done, you both put the trays into the oven and wait 10 to 15 minutes for the cookies to be baked. while waiting, you looked at your partner with a grand smile: congratulating the both of your partner and you for successfully making their first batch of cookies while in hopes of the future that you both could make more batches of cookie. your partner blushes in extent while saying out loud, "you are such a hassle to handle."

"i know," you reply while hiding a hidden laugh.

as the cookies finish rising and the alarm begins to ring, you and your partner open the oven door; exposed to the rich aroma that the cookies offer. you both wait for them to cool down before you place them all into a container, leaving room for a time someone needs a snack. afterwards, you and your partner happily munch over a few bits and pieces of warm, delicious cookies!

editor's note: if u guys couldn't tell, i got pretty bored near the end of it so no more random scenarios at that point. i wanted to try smth new yk, but idk if its working on not - by new, i mean like doing gender neutrality through this. this fic took me 3 DAYS because my mind was blank but hey at least its finished. anyways, if there's any mistakes, let me know :D and dont forget to share ur thoughts ^^

[majorproblems77]

Past me got my back. I have cookie dough pre made in the freezer.

Time to make cookies for the blanket fort. Who wants some?

[miseries-mistress]

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⋆꙳·❅*‧ BAKING COOKIES ‧*❆ ₊⋆

warnings: afab reader, spicy, very spicy, no smut but…it was close, wolffe being in a bad mood, but when is he not???, i promise i didn't intend for this to be so spicy, but wolffe's hot, so it's okay. w/c: 1033

notes: this is pretty ass, sorry about that

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"Wolffe, can you hand me the flour?" you inquire, looking up from the holopad while Wolffe leans nonchalantly against the countertop, his arms crossed over his imposing figure. He rolls his eyes, pushing off the counter to grab the bag as he stops beside you. 

"I could think of more than enough things we could be doing with my free time instead of baking cookies," Wolffe says bitterly, his hand coming to rest on the counter while you look up at him exasperated. 

"I told you already, we are going to do something besides fucking each other for the rest of the night, and I need to bake cookies, so quit whining and help me." You huff, turning back toward the rest of your ingredients. You can practically feel the tension rolling off him in waves of displeasure. Before you know it, his hands wrap around your waist, your back harshly colliding with the wall of muscle that is Wolffe. 

"Can't you keep it in your pants for an hour so I can make some goddamn cookies?" you insist while your frustration begins its dangerous climb. 

"Not when I'm around you, mesh'la," Wolffe huffs, his hands mapping their way across your waist before wandering to the valleys of your torso. His hands are warm and calloused as they glide effortlessly under your shirt and over the plush of your skin. They trace the outline of different dips as if his hands have memorized this path thousands of times. 

"Fuck," his words are a gravelly whisper, the undertone of want poking through. You're not about to lie and say the husky plea in his voice doesn't reduce you to a puddle of unsteady limbs, but that's far from the point. His hands dip lower, halting above your dripping sex, waiting. A needy whine falls from your lips before you can stop it as you grab the counter to regain some sense of stability. 

"You like that, don't you? Tell me what you need, pretty girl, my needy girl." 

"Fucking hell Wolffe, the cookies–"

"-can wait," he finishes with a growl, pressing himself against you. It's sinful how easily you crumble under your desire, how skillfully he can make you compliant and needy, and with your mind clouded over in the familiar haze of lust, you can't find it within yourself to care. 

You catch a glimpse of the flour as though it was mocking you for your joke of resolve to make cookies tonight. The cookies needed to be done by morning for Life Day, you promised your friend. Stupid cookies, you wordlessly grumble as You sigh and back away from his touch. 

Wolffe's hands fall to his side, his eye gleaming with unbridled lust meshed with his sexual frustration he couldn't seem to tame. 

"Cookies first," you declare, throwing your desire to the side while fixing your shirt, returning to the holopad. Wolffe would have admired your resolve and determination if he wasn't so restless. Of course, it was mainly because it was so fun to break, but now he's standing in the kitchen like an idiot with a hard-on pressed against the pants you had loaned him, he felt anything but admiration. 

The process of making cookies was reasonably straightforward, for the ingredients were simple with even easier steps, but with Wolffe's intense staring, every moment felt like a lifetime. 

But as time passed and you asked him to do something, he did so without complaining or rolling his eyes. He just remained uncharacteristically quiet and complacent. It was clear that he wanted something from you, but what? You didn't know the answer to that yet. 

With Wolffe's help, making the dough went faster than you anticipated. Then, with the cookies spread over a pan ready to be put in the oven, you began to clean up. That was until you were putting away the flour. You didn't know how it happened; you were just trying to close the bag when flour flew everywhere and hit a special someone: Wolffe. 

You both froze, neither moving as flour paints Wolffe's bare chest and face. It takes a moment for him to even register what has transpired as he stares wide-eyed at you before they turn black, darkened by something- annoyance, irritation- really anything besides gentle. His lips curl into a snarl wiping the white powder from his features with painstaking slowness. As if with each swipe of the powder, his irritability festers over your mistake. 

Your heart pounds against your ribcage, fast and furious, and the fear of what comes next is a cold, deadly brush, but you can't move. No matter how much you craved to put space between you and Wolffe, your feet betray you, defiantly rooted in their spot. 

"I'm sorry–" you didn't even begin to finish when Wolffe's hand reaches into the bag and hurls a handful of flour at you. The flour hits you roughly in the chest, spraying everywhere. You gape at Wolffe's smug face with a dumbfounded expression and parted lips in stunned surprise. His scowl travels with unnerving thoroughness over your form. All the while, his eyes still harbor the same darkness as before, except you can detect something wolfish carried in his stare that most definitely wasn't there earlier. It is enough to make a shiver run down the length of your spine, goosebumps prickling against your skin.

Finally, he takes a step forward, and your breath quickens. He notices it. He always catches the subtle changes in the air, in you, and how to use it to his advantage in his game of pride; to make you beg so sweetly for gratification is a thrill he could never slake. You can only imagine his every inflated ego growing over your subordination.

He stops in front of you. His presence is ever intimidating. Broad shoulders, dark eye brimming with carnal desire, and the intense silver of his cybernetic one are enough to make everyone question their next move when they are stared down by the burly commander, and you're no exception. 

"Filthy girl," Wolffe lewdly spits, his gaze turning predatory. "Making a mess of yourself." 

The cookies didn't even make it into the oven.

[ghostiiess]

[NSB HEADCANONS] - cooking with jp

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pov: you're cooking with our sweet jp!

warning: none!

type: wholesome // fluff

member: justin phan

we already know how justin's cooking is..

just watch the nsb's video where they try to make sushi

HIS SUSHI LOOKED SO GOOD??

although, he don't consider himself like a chef, just know, HE IS

he made a video on his channel where he cook for his best friends and just so you know.. they really liked it!

like justin phan is a great cook, we can't deny it

i'm sure justin would be shirtless while wearing his apron

at least, if he's only with you, he'll do it

"what? am i distracting you, babe?"

he did it on purpose just so you could check him out lol

while cooking, he would hug you by behind

"what? can't i hug my pretty girlfriend while she's cooking cookies?"

would kiss you on the cheeks and put his arms around your neck and his head on your shoulder

"don't worry, i'm just watching"

i feel like justin would start a food fight

jp is a real playful guy, who like to tease and to have fun with his friends :) so don't be too surprised if he starts teasing you! it's one of his ways to demonstrate affection and appreciation towards others people!

he would put icing on your face (mostly on your nose)

"you got something on your nose, babe!"

would literally say random pickup lines while you guys are cooking

"hey girl, are you called salt by any chance? because without you, everything else in life seems so tasteless.."

he would do his windex bottle laugh (i'm sorry, i love you justin)

would make you think you have flour on your face just so he could kiss you

"you have flour on your lips.. to your left.. no.. a bit closer.. wait, i'll take care of it"

then he kiss you

i don't know, i just think it's something jp would do

he just want to seduce you and to make you smile with his corny jokes and pickup lines

i feel like he would be super serious about making cookies

"we have to make them super good!!"

he missed some ingredients..

"wait?? where's the milk?? don't tell me kane drank all of it?"

cooking with him is such a great and cute idea <3

he would post a picture on his sc' and ig's story with both of you covered with food all over your faces

spoiler: you'll need a broom to clean the kitchen...

[buddieisgoingcanon25]

This was an adorable short scene with Oliver & Gavin (Buck and Chris).

[euesworld]

"You are sweeter than an old lady baking me cookies and that's no easy feat, cause those are some yummy cookies.. if you made me cookies, there would be no competition."

I would love to make cookies with you - eUë

[mywellnessdiaries]

[opiumvampire]

fuck w me

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[arashisentoki]

My friend and I were talking about eating cookie dough and realized we’ve only eaten chocolate chip cookie dough. When I wondered what sugar cookie dough or snickerdoodle cookie dough tasted like, I said

“What is a snickerdoodle, but sugar cookie with cinnamon?”

I have no idea what is involved in the baking of either of these cookies, but I sounded very deep and philosophical for a moment.

Now back to being a boredom-activated ADHD, where I bounce between 3-4 apps and YouTube until I’m ready for sleep.

[cornkernelle]

During an intense art block I took a stab at a couple of canon characters from crk!