dallas winston imagines

baking

You roughly mix the ingredients into the bowl. Your friend had made the best blueberry muffins the other day and you just had to try and recreate them. Someone walks throught the front door and you shout, "IN HERE!"

Dally appears at the kitchen doorway with a pack of blueberries in his hand.

"Took you long enough."

"Don't you even start getting mouthy, the store was so packed with people that swiping these weren't even a sweat. "

"You stole blueberries?! I gave you money to pay for them."

"Why spend when you can save, man." he grins throwing the bills on the counter. You quickly wash the blueberries and throw them into the batter. You mix some more and dip your finger in to taste it but before you can, Dally puts his mouth to it and sucks it off for himself instead.

"Dally!" you squeal. You wipe your finger off with a napkin.

"Not bad," he says, resting his hands on your waist.

"Really? I hope they come out well."

You evenly divide the batter into muffin pans and slide them into the oven. You set your timer and clean up the mess. You and Dally chat for a bit until they're ready. When you open the oven, a heavenly smell fills the room.

"Glory, these are going to taste amazing," you say.

You split one open and plop a half into your mouth.

"How are they?" Dally asks.

You just nod your head in satisfaction. Dally opens his mouth and you plop in the other half of the muffin into his mouth. He juggles it around in his mouth with his face scrunched.

"What's wrong?"

"Hot," he chokes out.

You laugh and start to take out the rest of the muffins from the pan. Once he's finally swallowed it, Dally chugs a glass of water.

"How the hell do you taste anything when it's that hot?"

"Deserts taste the best when they're fresh outta the oven," you shrug. "Sorry I burned your tongue," you smile, pecking his lips.

Just then, Soda and Steve walk into the kitchen.

"Boy does something smell good," Soda says.

"Freshly made blueberry muffins," you say proudly gesturing to your creation.

Soda bites into one and grins. "Those are pretty damn good."

"And they're still warm too!" Steve says.

"So it's good?" you ask.

"Amazing," Soda says. He leans in to get another one but you swat his hand away.

"I only made enough for everyone to have one because I didn't know how'd they turn out."

"Aw cmon, Steve and I just gave you an excellent review."

"Go run to the store and get some blueberries so I can make another batch then."

"Deal!" Steve says. He grabs the keys and drags Soda out with him.