Taylor Caniff Imagines/Preferences

Cookies

Requested by Gissel_espi: You and Taylor bake cookies and end up making a huge mess

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"I really want cookies."

You looked over at your boyfriend, Taylor. The two of you were currently being lazy and lounging on the couch while watching Netflix.

"Then make cookies." You said.

"I don't know how." He groaned.

"Well then Google it." You told him, turning back to the tv.

Suddenly it turned off.

You turned toward Taylor, who was sitting up and had the remote in his hand.

"Make cookies with me." He said, smiling.

"Ehhh, I'm too lazy." You said, stretching out on the couch.

Taylor reached over and grabbed your foot, dragging you off the couch.

You slid off and landed on your butt.

"Ow." You whined.

"Sorry babe, but c'mon. Please make cookies with me?" He begged.

"Ugh, ok." You said, making him smile.

The two of you go to the kitchen.

"So, how do we do this?" Taylor asked, hopping up on the counter.

"Uh, I'm not exactly sure." You confessed.

"How do you not know how to make cookies? I thought all girls knew how to make cookies." He said.

"Not true." You told him.

"Apparently." He shrugged.

Taylor pulled out his phone and the two of you looked up cookie recipes.

"Chocolate chip?" You said, clicking on a website.

"Yes." Taylor nodded.

You both found a recipe you thought looked good.

You and Taylor gathered up all the ingredients you need.

You were measuring a cup of flour, when Taylor coughed and it all blew up into your face.

"I'm sorry babe." He said, trying not to laugh.

You just scrunched your eyes closed so none got in them.

You wiped your eyes off with your sweatshirt sleeve.

"Oh, its ok, Taylor." You said, picking up the measuring cup you were using that was still half full.

Before he could say anything, you dumped it over his head.

"Y/N." He gasped.

"Sorry bout that." You smiled cheekily.

Taylor grabbed an egg from the carton and smashed it on you head, making you squeal.

"Ewww!" You whined. "It's so cold and slimy!"

Taylor was just busting out laughing at you.

"That's it." You said, grabbing two eggs. One in each hand.

You smashed both of them on him.

Taylor picked up the container the flour was in and dumped half of it over you.

You poured the vanilla on his head.

Both of you fought over the sugar and threw handfuls of it and each other.

You grabbed a chocolate chip and stuck it to his nose, which was covered in egg.

"What is going on?"

The two of you turned to see your sister standing in the doorway.

"We're baking." You said with a huge smile on you face.

Both you and Taylor were covered with food and really sticky.

"Um. Ok. Just make sure to clean the kitchen before mom gets home." She said, then left.

"I feel so gross." Taylor said, eating a handful of chocolate chips.

"We're a mess." You laughed.

"I love you." Taylor said, grabbing you and giving you a sticky kiss.

"I love you too." You said.

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I am so sick.
It is literally torture. And I've been sick since like Friday.
But my parents seem to think I'm perfectly fine because I feel better than I did the weekend when I was really bad. But I still feel like crap.
It's mostly my throat though. My tonsils are swollen and my mom won't call the freaking doctor. What worries me is this is the second time they've been like this just this year. Then this has also happened like last year or something like that. So what if somethings wrong or I need to get them removed but she won't call the doctor.
And since it's my Spring Break, my mom has been up my butt about doing something other than staying inside on my phone or computer.
Ugh, whatever.
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