Demi Imagines

Popcorn

You're getting ready to watch a movie with your girlfriend, Demi...

"Make some popcorn," Demi whines, making you laugh.
"Fine fine. But you make it with me," you tell her, and she nods. You walk into the kitchen together, and she gets out the coconut oil as you wipe the pan.
"How much do you want?"
"Two spoonfuls," you respond, and she scoops up the hardened oil. As she does that, you get the popcorn out of the cupboard above her.
"This stuff is fucking hard," she laughs, banging on the pan with her spoon to get the oil off. "Fucking spoon." You laugh, weighing some popcorn kernels. "Don't laugh at my struggles," she scolds, a huge grin on her face.
"Oh shush," you respond, bumping into her as you return the popcorn.
"Hey!" She bumps your hips with hers, and you shriek.
"Demi!" You bump her back, and she giggles. You start up the stove, melting the oil. After a while, you take the popcorn, dumping it into the hot pan before putting the cover on. "Oh! Get the butter!" you say, and Demi goes over to the fridge. You shake the pan, some oil flying through a small opening in the cover. "Fucking oil," you mutter, and Demi stifles a laugh. "Hey, don't laugh at my struggles," you laugh, mimicking her cute voice. She chuckles in response as she slices the butter. The popcorn starts popping, and Demi goes back to the fridge to return the rest of the butter.
"Oh shit, we forgot the bowl." She opens up a compartment by your legs, looking for a large bowl. You shake the pan again, watching as she crouches by you. "Not here." She opens up a compartment right in front of you, making you step back awkwardly.
"Demi! I'll burn the popcorn!"
"Sorry," she giggles, producing a bowl and closing the compartment. The popping is dying down, and you turn off the heat, shaking the pan a few more times for good measure. Demi grabs your leg, right above your knee as she stands up, using you push herself up. You raise an eyebrow at her, and she smirks, putting the bowl beside you.
"It's heavy. Help me," you tell her, and she comes up behind you. She wraps her arms around you from behind, covering your hand holding onto the pan. You take the cover off, tossing it in the sink before putting your hand over hers and pouring the popcorn into the bowl. Demi helps you, and a few kernels fall out of the bowl. Once the pan is empty, you put the butter in. Demi moves beside you, and the butter sizzles in the pan deliciously. Once it's melted, you pour it on the popcorn. Demi sprinkles some salt, and you put the pan in the sink.
"Awesome!" She grins, tossing the popcorn a bit to mix in the salt. You follow her back into the living room, and you sit together on the couch. You snuggle into her side, and she brings some popcorn to your mouth. You giggle before eating it, and she grins. "Good?"
"Awesome," you reply with your mouth full. She tosses some popcorn in her mouth, nodding as she eats.
"Mhmm. It's good." She turns on the TV, and you lean your head on her shoulder. She turns her head, and you look at her.
"What?"
"Mmm nothing, popcorn buddy," she giggles. You smile and press your lips to hers gently. She giggles against your lips as the taste of popcorn spreads in your mouths.
"So popcorny," you mumble.
"Mhmm," she hums against your lips. "I love you, popcorn buddy."
"I love you, too."