Cookie Burns

Originally posted by eunwin

word count: 1.5k

pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

warnings: one curse word? that’s pretty much it

a/n : Hi everyone! This is the first time I’ve ever written anything for Stranger Things, more specifically Steve. He is such a mom in the second season and i just have so many feels for him. It may be a bit out of character since it’s my first time writing for him! Let me know if you have any questions or requests!! I hope you like it :)

I hummed softly as I emptied my books into my locker from my backpack.Soon enough I felt arms loop around my waist as a kiss was pressed to my cheek.

“Steve!” I giggled as I squirmed away from his embrace, only managing to make his grip tighter.

“Hey, beautiful,” he chuckled as he pressed another kiss to my cheek. “I missed you.”

“You saw me in class five minutes ago Steve, we literally sat together,” I shook my head, a small smile on my face.

“I still missed you,” Steve hummed as he turned me around and pressed a kiss to my lips.

I smiled and kissed him back before pushing him away, “You’re lucky you’re cute, Harrington.”

“And you’re hot,” Steve wiggled his eyebrows with a cheeky smile on his lips.

I blushed and rolled my eyes, still not used to the compliments he showered me with, despite having been dating for months now.

“Y’know what I was thinking? What if we bake tonight?” I asked as I changed the subject.

“Bake? Like cookies and brownies?” I could practically hear Steve drooling at the thought of all the things we could bake.

“Yeah, wouldn’t it be fun? If we make too many we can give some to your kids,” I teased referring to the bunch of middle schoolers that he had befriended recently.

“They’re- They’re not my kids, okay?” Steve stammered.

“Keep telling yourself that sweetie,” I smiled cheekily at him.

“I only babysit them sometimes okay? Ms. Henderson trusts me since Dustin looks up to me and Ms. Byers knows that I would take care of the kids after what happened last year and earlier this year.” Steve tried to deny it.

“It’s not babysitting if they’re your kids,” I kept teasing. “Well I guess if they’re your kids, they must be mine too. Does that mean I’m the dad?”

“Why would you be the dad? Wouldn’t I be the dad?”

“No, you act like a mother hen, and don’t say that you don’t, I’ve seen you. So that makes me the cool dad,” I smiled at him cheekily.

“…Fine. BUT we’re not giving them all of the stuff we make. I want some too,” Steve pulled away and interlaced our fingers.

I closed my locker and we both walked down the hallways of Hawkins High.

I would have never thought of what would happen once we got home and actually started baking.

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icecoldparadise  asked:

Birthday Bash Prompt: Virgil's first Christmas with the other Sides!!!!! As fluffy as you want it! (but i do request some mention of leaving cookies for Santa [probably by Patton].)

Title: First Christmas 

Summary: Anxiety’s first Christmas is a warm memory that curls comfortably in his heart, though he’d never admit it. 

Word Count: 1,169

Notes: Written for the Birthday Prompt Bash

(Takes place before any of their names were revealed. However, I HC that Virgil knew Patton’s before Patton’s own name reveal.)

Tag List: @future-watcher @vladimeme @abstractedthinking @wilsonprs @the-sanders-sides @choco-latte-timtams @milk-withtwosugars @bossatronia @parkersanders @overly-analogical @ashrain5

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amets-windell  asked:

I wish you would write a fan fic where its a sterek highschool au and you're in it as their best friend or one of theirs

so, I don’t write/enjoy stories that are in first person, it’s just not for me. but i’ll do a sterek high school au where they’re best friends hope thats cool 

“DEREK,” he heard his name being yelled across the cafeteria. Derek slowly turned around to see his best friend walking towards him, goofy smile on his face.

“Yes Stiles?”

“Here,” Stiles said, handing Derek a brown paper bag.

Derek opened it up to find white chocolate chip cookies inside. He looked up to see Stiles still grinning at him.

“Am I the best friend ever or what?”

“Yeah you are,” Derek admitted.

He’d been having a bad week, first failing his math midterm and then pitching so badly in last night’s game that he didn’t even make it past the second inning and his teammates blamed him for the loss.

“Anything to get my favorite Der-bear to smile.”

Derek groaned, covering his face with his hands.

“God I hate when Laura and Cora call me that, I don’t need you starting too.”

“But Der-bear, it’s just the cutest little nickname ever,” Stiles continued to joke.

“Alright Mieczyslaw, two can play at this game.”

Stiles punched Derek in the arm, eyes going wide.

“Don’t say that too loudly, people will hear you dude.”

“Then don’t call me Der-bear.”

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Chocolate Chip Cookie Stuffed Chocolate Hamantaschen

yield: 30-60 hamantaschen, depending on size

chewy chocolate chip cookies inside chocolate sugar cookies: a fun twist on a purim classic!    ingredients for the chocolate hamantaschen dough

  • 1 egg
  • 1 egg white
  • ¾ cup sugar
  • ¼ cup plus 2 tablespoons canola oil
  • 3 tablespoons almond milk
  • 2¼ cups all-purpose flour
  • ¼ cup unsweetened cocoa powder
  • 1¾ teaspoons baking powder

for the chocolate chip cookie dough

  • 1 cup plus 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
  • ¼ teaspoon baking soda
  • ½ cup earth balance (or butter), at room temperature
  • ¼ cup sugar
  • ½ cup packed brown sugar
  • ½ teaspoon salt
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 1 egg
  • 1 cup chocolate chips

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s-n-arly  asked:

#9 of the "I love you" prompts.

9. When baking chocolate chip cookies. kataang.

it’s the call of childhood memories that wakes him in the middle of the night. he dreams of a temple high in the sky where the wind was his wings and laughter rang in all directions. tendrils of peaceful moments woven together by blurred edges and longing. 

aang wakes when there is no moon in the sky, the world dark for one night and realizes that he’s lived more outside temple walls than he has in. he has a daughter now and a son and– 

he rolls over and his heart swells, wanting to reach out and smooth loose hair from katara’s face. he has katara too. just as long as he’s stopped living in temple walls. 

(give or take a hundred extra years, but who’s counting?)

on nights like these, where the past haunts him with good things, he swings his feet over his bed and wanders down to the kitchen. he has one of those too. a settled enough place to build an oven, a hearth in his own home. a place to call his own. 

he sets out the flour, sugar, milk, and some eggs, still amazed at how electricity works in the wee hours of the morning. 

it’s when he’s whisking, lost in thought of adventures long forgotten, that he feels two arms wrap around him.

“it’s too early to stress bake, sweeite.” 

katara peppers kisses between his shoulder blades, on the notches of his spine.

aang laughs and sets down the bowl before turning around. he holds his wife in one arm and cups the most adorable sleepy face with a free hand. his thumb strokes the apple of her cheek. “it was either bake the love of life cookies or run away somewhere.” 

she chuckles. “ah, and you’re too afraid of toph to run away, i see.” 

he lightly pinches her cheek. “that woman hunted me down atop a mountain top and forced me to sit through a week of meetings and then grueling training. yes, katara, i’m terrified of her.”  

she shakes her head fondly and rests her cheek against his chest. “will you make me cookies? the ones with stuff inside?” 

“…chocolate chips?”

“yeah, those. and don’t tell the kids.”

aang rests his chin on top of her head for a moment, eyes closed and lets the world breathe without him. right here, in his arms, is all he needs. the stability of one woman who has been with longer than he has lived behind temple walls. 

he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

tiny flowers growing in cracks of rocks. pinky promises that are kept. kisses on forehead. eyes lighting up when you talk about your favorite thing. pink confetti and sugar coated doughnuts. falling in love with a character from your favorite book. warm chocolate chip cookies. beautiful inside and out. loving the sound of raindrops. looking at fluffy white clouds and making shapes with your finger. wishes coming true.
—  name aesthetics: Madelyn/Madeline //requested by anonymous
the cookie au- pharmercy edition

suggested by @madcatofmagic!!

  • fareeha sits on the couch next to angela, legs brushing. both of them are reading, angela’s little feet pushed under fareeha for warmth
  • hana walks into the room to collect her doritos, and sees them sitting together on the couch
  • ‘hey, mom,’ she says casually, and both of them look up
  • ‘sweetheart,’ angela greets, smiling. ‘how are you?’
  • hana shrugs. ‘just rekt some noobs.’
  • ‘that’s nice.’
  • ‘yeah. hey, isn’t christmas coming up?’
  • ‘yes. why?’
  • ‘i was just wondering about gifts. lena said a good thing to do was make things as a family. or some bull like that.’
  • hana salutes, disappears. fareeha looks after her, smiling slightly, and angela gets an Idea™
  • the next day is christmas eve, and that night, they’re making dinner as a family.
  • angela’s decided to make cookies but there’s one thing she’s overlooked
  • she can’t bake for shit
  • but fareeha can!
  • you see, when she was growing up
  • ana would come back from work every night fairly late so often fareeha would either go to bed hungry or scrounge up some food
  • and then one day reinhardt found her and gave her some eierkuchen (which is basically a pancake) and gave her the recipe for it with a wink
  • and it becomes sort of a tradition for reinhardt to give her a new recipe when he sees her, written in his beautiful handwriting on the fancy overwatch stationery
  • every time she’s on the overwatch base, he waves her over with a delighted bellow, and offers her a new one, and then the rest of overwatch catches on, and they start giving her recipes, too, with their own personal tweaks
  • she learns how to make food from all around the world, from gabe’s tortillas to jesse’s cornbread to jack’s burgers
  • and by the time she’s fourteen, she’s making full-course meals
  • when she’s in the army, she meets people from all over the place
  • one was her first girlfriend, jamila, who taught her how to make desserts
  • and it’s that knowledge she puts to use now
  • she walks over to angela, who’s struggling
  • ‘habibti,’ she says, a smile twitching at her lips. ‘do you need some help?’
  • ‘no!’ angela huffs, blowing a strand of gold hair out of her eyes and also sending flour flying in a poof. ‘i’m doing fine!’
  • ‘really?’ hana asks, carrying the carrots by them. ‘doesn’t look like it.’
  • ‘hana!’ fareeha scolds goodnaturedly, and then reaches for a knife, carving a pretty little angel shape out of the dough in like .11 seconds. 
  • angela gapes at her.
  • ‘that’s not fair!’
  • ‘what isn’t?’
  • ‘you can’t just-’ *cue very cute smol angry gestures* ‘-and make something like that?’
  • ‘it’s you!’ fareeha says, smiling, and hana whooshes in, plucking the knife from her hands and squishing in next to angela.
  • ‘you forgot something,’ she says, tipping some food colouring onto the knife and carving a little cross into the cookie. ‘you have that weird red plus sign on your left boob.’
  • ‘it’s the swiss-’
  • ‘yeah, yeah, whatever. fareeha, make me a mecha cookie.’
  • mercy tries for ages and fareeha attempts to show her how to do it
  • she gives up after the seventh misshapen splatter and just tosses the dough onto the sheet, declaring that it’ll taste good no matter what
  • they eat dinner that night with the smell of chocolate chips wafting from the inside, and it’s all happy and peaceful
  • until the rest of overwatch bursts in
  • ‘fareeha, angela!’ reinhardt shouts. ‘cooking again, my? well, don’t mind if i do!’
  • ‘actually, i do mind-’
  • ‘goodie! cookies!’
  • ‘damn it.’
  • they make a whole nother batch, one for each member, and by the end of it there’s flour in everyone’s hair and their cheeks hurt from laughing
  • lucio plays soft christmas music as they eat their cookies, and angela looks around the table of happy idiots
  • family, she thinks. 
  • my family.

“Yes, Ma’am. Yes, the same Clark Kent from Metropolis. No, really, it wasn’t a problem. I didn’t mind helping you with your groceries. You really didn’t need to bake cookies especially for me.” Clark gave a smile and laughed gently. “Thank you, though. I hope you enjoy my articles in the Sentinel as well as you did the ones in the Daily Planet.” He said before giving the elderly woman another smile and stepping back out onto the sidewalk and heading down the road.

Clark looked down at the small Tupperware container and the chocolate chip cookies inside, smiling and shaking his head some. Some people were just too kind. The man popped open the lid and took one of the treats from within, sticking it in his mouth and breaking off a bite. The cookie was still warm and the sweet flavor reminded him of the baked treats Martha would give him growing up on the farm, usually when Jonathan wasn’t looking and he was supposed to have been helping with the chores.  Offering the open tub to someone walking up nearby, he gave them a grin. “Cookie? Courtesy of a sweet elderly woman who wouldn’t take no for an answer.” He chuckled.

anonymous asked:

so at the college my parents went to, there was a house that was donated by some rich lady alumni who donated it on the condition that there would always be supplies for chocolate chip cookies ready inside the kitchen and anyway au where this is at samwell

consider: au many years in the future where jack and bitty are the rich people who do this but with pie ingredients

@mypeanusweanus this is mystic gold by hood!

it’s vanilla (the website says butterscotch even though it doesn’t taste like that at all) ice cream drizzled with cinnamon, and it also has white chocolate chips inside it, my favorite part. it looks a lot more delicious than it does on the box. i forgot that it’s a new england ice cream so it may not be sold where you live

Ice Cream

Originally posted by suga-com

Summary: You might have a crush on the guy working across from your job. Can you build the guts to talk to him? 

You worked at a children store, on the bottom floor, in the mall. You noticed a few weeks ago, a small ice cream/shaved ice shop was built in the middle of the mall, right in front of your store. All you could think of was the mess it would bring into your store. The little ones coming in running with ice cream or shaved ice, spilling it all over the merchandise. The horror.

One morning, you walked towards the front of the store, greeting every customer walking in the store with a big smile. You noticed the front table had become a mess and needed to be fixed. While you were folding some of the clothes you happened to look up and noticed the small ice cream shop across from you. Although you call it a shop, it was more like a big kiosk that didn’t have a roof over it. The lower half of the kiosk had black and white pattern decorating it, while the top had a window which you could see all the different ice cream flavors. On each side of the kiosk had screens to show their promotions, and simply what they had to offer.

But what really caught your eye, was the broad shoulders facing you that belonged to the employee working there. He looked about your age, with medium creamy orange hair, toned arms that look beautiful each time he went to scoop up ice cream.

“Hey, close your mouth before you drool all over the shirts.” Your coworker/best friend scares the living crap out of you.

“Ya, what are you talking about?” You quickly went back to folding the pink and white floral shirts in front of you.

“You can’t lie. I saw you drooling over the cutie at the ice cream place.”  She smirks as she looks at the shop across from us. “He’s a real looker. Mind if I snatch him up for myself?”

“NO!” You accidentally yelled. Seeing everyone who walked in giving you weird looks. You hide behind the small shirt trying to hide your embarrassment.

You hear your friend laugh. “See, you have a crush on him. You should go talk to him.” She nods her head out the door.

“Ah, no. He’ll probably think I’m weird or something.”

“Nonsense. Stop trying to live inside your bubble. Go out there and show him the beautiful masterpiece that you are and if he doesn’t seem interested. He is missing out on something great.” Your friend encourages you.

“Maybe I will during my break. Thanks a lot.” You gave her a warm smile.

You looked back up and you saw the same guy you were talking about, looking over to your direction. You quickly looked away and pretended to be engrossed on folding the shirts on the table.

Once you were finally on your break, you talked yourself into going out there and talk to him. You were using the “buying an ice cream” as an excuse to talk to him. You felt like nervous wreck walking toward the kiosk. You prayed to every god out there that you wouldn’t stumble on your words or worse, forget how to talk altogether.

You reached the kiosk but there was another person in front of you. While the person in front of you was giving their order, the orange haired boy looked past his customer and looked you in the eye and gave you a small smile. Not being obvious that he was half listening to the customer in front of him. You had to distract yourself from what just happened and looked down at your phone trying to pretend you were reading something really interesting.

Once it was your turn, you looked up and almost lost your breath. You had seen him from afar and he was already handsome, but looking at him up close was another story. He was built from the Gods you thought. You couldn’t believe you were witnessing such beauty. You had to blink twice to recover from the shock.

“Hey, what can I get ya?” He broke your trance, praying he didn’t notice you staring.

“Ah, oh. I wanted to get an ice cream, but I wanted to break away from the usual vanilla flavor. Uhm, is there any flavor you recommend?” You said loudly and hoping it was confident as well. Goodness, you weren’t good at these things.

“Hmm, let’s see.” He looks into the ice cream display. He crossed his arms across his black shirt, while one hand is on his chin tapping as if he was deep in thought. “Do you like chocolate?”

Confused as to why he went for a simple flavor, your answer reflected your confusion. “Yeah?”

“Well, my personal favorite is Rocky Road. It’s a big jump from plain vanilla, but fret not! It is delicious!!” He smiles widely at you.

You squinted your eyes at him, almost in a suspicious manner. “Are you sure you’re not saying that because you work here?” You teased him. While a smile spreads across your face.

“Of course not! Scout’s honor.” He brings his right arm up as if he’s swearing an oath. “I’m telling you it’s really good. It is chocolate, but it has marshmallow, chocolate chips, AND almonds inside. It’s like an explosion of flavors in your mouth.” He let out the most beautiful laugh. If he laughed any longer you were in danger of falling for him.

“You had me at marshmallow. I’ll take it!”

“Honestly, that is my favorite part.” He grabs a cone and scoops one scoop of ice cream. “I love when it melt in my mouth. Great stuff.” He chuckles.

“I’ll keep that in mind when I try it. Better be out of this world.” You watched him as he places the ice cream on the cone.

“So, you work at that children store?” He asks while putting back the scoop, turning about to grab a napkin behind him.

“Ah, yeah I do.” You nervously push a strand of hair behind your ear.

“How do you like working there?” He turns around and walks towards the register, which you follow him too.

“It’s fun. I enjoy kids, so I like to interact with them with all the toys we carry while their moms are shopping like crazy.” He gives a small chuckle.

“That’s nice. Kids do get a little bored while shopping. Your total will be 2.37.” He smiles at you and hands your ice cream.  While you thanked him you pulled out your wallet which had Aladdin and Jasmine on the front.

“Whoa, you like Aladdin?” He exclaims as he looks from your wallet to you.

“Yeah, it one of my favorite movies since I was a little girl.” You smiled as you remember seeing it at least three times a day, every day for as long as you could remember.

“It’s one of my favorite Disney movies as well. I always wished to have my own magic carpet. I use to always play with my mom’s rug and pretend it would take me to different parts of the world.” He laughs.

“Oh my goodness. Me too! I went to Paris on one of my rides.” You both burst into laughter realizing you both spilled embarrassing stories.

“I’m Jimin by the way.” He extends his hand and you shake it. “Is your name Ariel? Because I think we mermaid for each other!”

You stop mid-handshake and stare into his eyes. Your eyes widen and so does he. Then you both burst into fits of laughter, but neither of you let go of the other’s hand. When you calmed down, you wiped the tears in your eyes and looked back up at him.

“I can’t believe you just used that.” You continued to let another string of laughs.

“I can’t believe it either.” He laughs as well. “But I’d definitely like to get to know more of you….”He pauses waiting to finally get your name.

“As I do, Jimin.” You smile as you looked into his eyes, still holding onto his hand. “It’s y/n”

You couldn’t believe how much you had laughed with Jimin and how easily you were able to talk to him. You were definitely looking forward how things will work out with him.

Jimin, Jimin, Jimin. Let me live. ~

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