kit connor imagines

your my my my lover

quick fyi : y/n/n = your nick name!
i stare at the flour on the floor, " KIT SEBASTIAN CONNOR. I SAID LETS MAKE COOKIES NOT LETS DUMP FLOUR ON THE FLOOR" i give him an angry gaze.
kit looks at me with those adorable eyes which unfortunately make me lose my angry facade, he then says "i'm sorry love but at least we made the..cookies?" the sudden pause before saying cookie makes me snort because it was just gooey blobs uncooked.  i say whilst rolling my eyes "yeah sure 🙄"
he cheekily half smiles at me, i say worried "wait..kit..what's that behind you?" as he turns i quickly take a handful of flour and throw it onto his face when he turns around. kit screams, "Y/N/N" i quickly run to the other side of the table, kit tries to catch me but trips over the flour on the floor, i cant help but start laughing so much until my stomach hurts. During my laughs i try to catch a breathe and say "AAHAHAH WELL DESERVED" kit looks at me and says "oh ur gonna regret that" he grabs the entire bag of flour and catches me, his arms from behind onto my waist  and dumps it all over my hair onto my face. i groan and try to get out of his grip but he keeps tightening it, i cant help but slightly blush to myself because it's low key attractive 🤭. i start complaining "ughh kit look at how i look now i washed my hair yesterday as well" i playfully hit his arm. Kit unexpectedly kisses my cheek and says "i think you look beautiful darling as always, even if you're covered in flour 😉"  i roll my eyes and laugh. we stay like that for a while slowly swaying to the background music although when lover by taylor starts playing, i turn and look into his eyes, his arms around my waist and mine around his neck, we dance a little bit not caring if it's cringe or not, i loved him and he loved me, we whisper to eachother the lyrics, our noses colliding and lips almost touching when we sing "your my my my lover.." and then we kiss. Even though we've kissed many times, this time it just felt..magical. we slowly break apart for air and our forehead leaning against eachother. This was perfect, he is perfect.
i slowly turn my head to the side and whisper "dibs on not cleaning all that flour" and sneakily run away catching him off guard, he groans and shouts whilst i'm running up the stairs "I HATE U" i shout back "I KNOW YOU LOVE ME DARLING" he thinks i can't hear him but i do in fact hear him quietly say "that, indeed i do"
sorry for the short-ish imagine
tysm for this being #112 in kit connor tag!!