jumbo cookie

GUESS WHO FUCKED UP BIG TIME WHILE BAKING COOKIES

I ACCIDENTALLY MADE 48 JUMBO SMARTIE COOKIES 

(for those not in canada, a smartie is a little hard candy filled with milk chocolate, not the little chalk pellets you sell in the states)

SO


I have my own cookie recepie written down

and like I KNOW IT, I know how much of each goes into what. 

 And I KNOW its supposed to be 1 cup of butter. But for some reason, When i checked over the list of ingredients to make sure i had everything… 

I saw a 2 (cause under 1 cup of butter, it said 2 cups of smarties) and went “Oh… weird… I guess I need 2 cups of butter?" 

 defrosted 2 cups of butter.

 Made the cookies. ”…this dough is really really sticky…“ 

 Puts first batch of 6 in. 

 Comes out. Flat. Greasy.

 "Oh… that’s… that’s not right." 

 Checks over my list again. realizes i read a 2 instead of a 1 Now has to double everything else so my cookies turn out right. 

 Rather than 24 jumbo cookies, i now have 48 jumbo cookies

Series Title: True Love Gave to Me

Chapter Title: Day 15 - Cookies and Milk

Character: Patrick Sullivan

Movie: The Accidental Husband

Warnings: None. Fluff and flirting.

NOTE: This is a continuance of days 1 and 8!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

Tag: @averymerryspnxmas

I was over at Patrick’s place for the night. He’d had a rough week at the fire station and all he wanted was to be lazy for a day or two.

We’d been laying on the couch watching old Looney Toon reruns. Patrick’s head was on my chest, while his arms wrapped around me.

I thought that he had dozed off, but I found him staring at me, his chin propped on my breast.

“What?”

“I’m in the mood for some cookies and milk.”

“Hershfield’s Cookies?” I asked, him having my full attention.

“Hell yeah, baby.”

I rolled my eyes, closing them, “You are speaking my language.”

Patrick got on top of me, giving me a thorough kiss, “Keep it up Sullivan and we’ll never get cookies.”

He smiled, attacking my neck with a growl causing me to laugh loudly.
°°°°°°
Patrick held the door open for me as we entered Hershfield’s Bakery. The smell and warmth hit us like a freight train.

“Oh my gawd!” I moaned, taking off my jacket.

“Hershfield should bottle that smell and sell it.” Patrick commented, removing his winter wear as well.

I kissed his cheek, rolling my eyes, “What do you want ya Goob?”

Patrick turned me around, putting his hands on my waist and pushing me forward to walk towards the counter.

“Thought you were gonna buy, didn’t yas?” He asked.

“Damnit,” I cursed quietly, making him laugh.

“Hello. Welcome to Hershfield’s! What can I get for you?” A teenage girl asked.

“I’ll have 3 Jumbo Chocolate Chip Cookies and milk, please. What do you want, baby?” Patrick asked, looking down at me.

“Jumbo Oatmeal Raisin Banjo and milk, please.”

The girl rung is up and got our order together. We took our baggies and glasses of milk to our table.

Patrick immediately dug into his cookies.

“Gah, my thighs and ass are gonna regret this later.”

Patrick pulled my chair closer to him and caressed my thigh, giving it a squeeze, “Don’t say that. I love these thighs, and that ass? Baby, you have the perfect ass.”

I blushed, taking a bite of my cream filled oatmeal cookie. It tasted just like an oatmeal cream pie, but way better and without all those damn preservatives.

We quietly ate until Patrick started to dunk his cookies in his milk.

“Aww man, cookie down!” He laughed. “You got a spoo- aw never mind, I got this.”

I covered my mouth, laughing, watching as he dug his fingers into the milk to grab that piece of soggy cookie. He nearly made a mess, but rolled his lips to catch the milk before it ran down his chin.

“You’re a mess.” I smiled, handing him a napkin.

Patrick winked, wiping his mouth. As he chewed with his mouth shut, he leaned over and kissed my cheek.

“You love me anyways,” he commented after swallowing.

I swiped some of the cream from my cookie and sucked it off my finger, “I sure do.”

Patrick’s eye instantly went to my lips as I repeated the motion.

I swiped a little more and offered him a taste, “Want some?”

He swallowed, his Adams apple bobbing. Patrick looked around, seeing that we were the only customers in the store and that the workers were in the back.

He leaned forward as I lifted my hand, taking my index finger between his lips.

Patrick gently sucked the cream from the pad of my finger, swirling his tounge before letting his teeth scrape against it.

The atmosphere had changed the second I had offered him a taste, but now, it was so charged that anyone could see the intent.

“Home?” I gasped, as he held my hand.

Patrick’s eyes had darkened. Lust churned in the pit of my stomach as I watched his tounge lick his lips.

“Shit yes, baby.”

We jumped up, putting our jackets, scarfs and hats on in a hurry.

As soon as we made it outside into the winter air, we booked it for Patrick’s place.

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AkaKuro -Sibling Au! Project- [Part 2]

By not-so-popular demand, here’s the continuation! Please read Part 1 first if you haven’t. Anyway, this part is from the point of view of those who are not the twins lol

Current setting: AkaKuro Household + Kuroko Takes Over the Prefect Board


[Conversation has started]

redEmperor04: Minions, I have fallen sick today and won’t be attending school

Midorima: Understood. Will your brother be taking over for you?

boobiesFTW: Oh god. Tetsu is replacing you again? Shit I gotta bring sunglasses or something

o(≧▽≦)o .。.:*☆ : UWAH! Kurokocchi is scary again! Nooo!!

redEmperor04: I have advised him to be less…me.

(〜 ̄△ ̄)〜 : Should I bring cookies~? Vanilla-related snacks?

redEmperor04: That is advisable. For your own sake. Please return him to me safely.

boobiesFTW: Roger that.

o(≧▽≦)o .。.:*☆ : Okay!

Midorima: Will do.

(〜 ̄△ ̄)〜 : Kk~

[Conversation has ended]


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awklaine, gingerbeebee, and a whole bunch of y'all asked for a sequel to “Throw Away The Key”, and this is my favorite trope, so here’s part 2 of what’s probably becoming a verse

Immediately following the jeans incident, skank!Kurt and Cheerio!Blaine go on their first date.

UPDATE: It’s now a verse!
Part 2 of the Cuffed Verse

1750 words

AO3

Kurt is in trouble.

He sits in the front seat of his Navigator, heart racing away from him—racing towards Blaine, if he’s honest—and pushes his gray hood backwards and forwards so that it sits just so behind his upswept pink locks. He runs his hands over his thighs, feeling the soft gray fabric of Blaine’s sweatpants, then lifts his foot onto the seat so he can press his nose to his knee. Kurt smells like Blaine’s fabric softener, plus his own cologne and cigarettes, and the clean-spicy-smoky mix sets Kurt’s nerves on fire.

He’d spent about twenty minutes telling himself to stop freaking out before he realized that not freaking out was not an option. The adrenaline from wriggling out of his skintight jeans in front of Blaine, then running, pants-less, to Blaine’s locker for his spare pair of sweats has worn off, and now that Kurt’s coming down, he doesn’t feel very much in control.

That’s scary. No one does that to him. That’s another reason Blaine—no, Anderson, Anderson is safer – needs to be dealt with.

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