LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND SATURN ❦❧ TAYLOR SWIFT

cookies and cuddles

Happy December cuties.
Yk what december is. A certain pop princesses birthday

and Christmas too.

The kitchen is buzzing with the scent of freshly baked Christmas cookies, and you and Taylor are knee-deep in a festive decorating session. Bowls of colourful frosting, sprinkles, and edible decorations are spread across the table as you both focus on transforming plain cookies into edible works of art.

Taylor, with her artistic flair, is meticulously decorating a snowman-shaped cookie. You, however, are attempting to craft a reindeer with varying degrees of success. Laughter and holiday music fill the air as you enjoy the cozy atmosphere of your kitchen.

As Taylor squeezes the piping bag to add the finishing touches to her snowman's scarf, disaster strikes. The piping bag bursts open, releasing an unexpected explosion of frosting that splatters across the snowman's face, turning it from a festive creation to a sugary disaster.

Taylor's eyes widened in shock as the piping bag burst open, frosting spilling out and ruining the meticulously decorated cookie she had been working on. You burst into laughter as you saw the look on her face

"This isn't funny, Y/N. I ruined my cookie," Taylor exclaimed, a mix of frustration and disappointment in her voice. Taking her face with your hands you settled yourself from the laughter that had erupted and placed a sweet kiss on her lips.

"It's okay, baby we have plenty more cookies you can decorate," you mentioned while pointing at the giant plate of cookies you still had sitting on the bench. She nodded still defeated about her ruined work of art. You diverted your attention to her cookie. "It's not that bad, I'm sure you could salvage it!" you mentioned trying to brighten her mood again.

"Y/N it's ruined, look at it," she replied rolling her eyes. She was so upset over it was funny to you, at the end of the day it was just a cookie. You tried so hard not to laugh in front of her.

"Well, at least you can't see the ugly face you drew on it earlier—" You burst into laughter, unable to contain yourself, immediately regretting it as you saw her frosting covered hand.  Taylor shot you a playful glare before a mischievous grin spread across her face. She smeared the frosting across your face giggling as she did.

Her smirk grew as she thought of the ultimate comeback to your hurtful comment against her masterpiece of a cookie.

"At least I can't see your ugly face now" she retorted, her playful tone mixed with a hint of triumph. You couldn't help but laugh at her quick comeback, realising that you walked right into that one.

"Oh it's on now," you declared, grabbing a handful of red frosting and smeared it all over her face. This made war burst out in the kitchen. Laughter filled the air as you both playfully smeared frosting on each other's faces, turning the kitchen into a sugary masterpiece.

The two of you chased each other around the house both covered in frosting. Bowls and piping bags as weapons. You were much faster than Taylor and therefore got to hide from her. You stood at the end of one of the hallways waiting for her, you were there for a good 5 minutes before you heard her soft steps as she walked down the hallway.

"Y/N I call a truce," she called softly. "I miss you, please come out now," she pleaded quietly. You waited until she walked closer to you  before popping out of your hiding spot, giving her a small fright and smearing one last bit of frosting over her face, specifically her lips.

"I said I called a tr-" You cut her of by capturing her lips with a loving kiss.

Taylor's protest turned into a muffled laugh as you kissed away the frosting on her lips. The two of you stood in the hallway, surrounded by the remnants of your frosting battle, sharing a sweet moment amidst the sugary chaos.

"Truce accepted," you said, breaking the kiss with a smile.

"Maybe we should stick to eating the cookies instead of decorating them," Taylor suggested, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

You chuckled, "Agreed. But this was definitely a memorable way to decorate cookies."

As you both headed back to the kitchen, hand in hand, you couldn't help but appreciate the unexpected turn of events. The holiday spirit was alive in your home, marked by laughter, love, and a kitchen that bore the sweet evidence of a frosting battle well fought.