Demi Imagines

Muffins

You're baking with your girlfriend, Demi...

"Are they cool yet?" she asks for what feels like the hundredth time. You'd baked some muffins together, and you were going to freeze them to keep for later.
"Probably, because saying it a hundred times makes them cool faster," you respond, flipping through your magazine.
"I'm going to go check," she says, standing up and going toward the kitchen. You sigh and follow her. She can be extremely impatient sometimes—although you find that cute.
"They're cool," she announces, poking one.
"Well alright then," you respond, going over to one of the drawers to get out some saran wrap.
She places the tray of muffins on the counter, and you take some saran wrap before wrapping one up.
"I want one," she says.
"We already ate like three," you laugh.
"But I want another one," she responds, a smile playing on her lips.
"Get the one you poked," you tell her, wrapping up another.
She grins brightly before taking it and breaking it in half. She hands you a piece before breaking off some of her own and popping it in her mouth.
"We're such good bakers," she comments, taking another bite.
"We sure are," you reply, eating some of your own piece. You love baking with her. Not only do you make tasty food, you get to have a great time with her as well.
"So good," she says as she finishes her piece.
"You're good at mixing," you tell her, wrapping another muffin and placing it to the side.
"Why thank you," she says, ripping off a piece of saran wrap before taking a muffin and wrapping it up. "You are an excellent measurer."
"Well, you don't do it, so," you laugh. It's true. She tends to randomly dump random amounts of things into the batter, usually making the process much harder than it needs to be.
"It's an artistic process," she retorts, sticking her tongue out at you.
"I don't know about that," you joke, rolling your eyes playfully.
"Well, I mean—AH!" She bumps her hand against a pan handle, sending a muffin flying across the kitchen.
You burst into laughter, and you both spin around to see the muffin on the table.
"Hey, at least it didn't fall on the floor," you comment as she picks it up.
"Just airborne. Not a big deal," she replies with a laugh. She looks to you, and you roll your eyes.
"Yes, we can eat that one, too."
She claps her hands, nearly dropping the muffin once more.
"Hey! Be careful, you muffin launcher!"
"It was the fucking pan's fault!"
"Don't blame Steve!" you retort, trying not to laugh too hard.
"Well he's the one who couldn't keep his handle in his pants," she responds, making you burst into laughter.
"We're still talking about the pan, yes?" you laugh.
"I would hope so," she replies as she splits the muffin. She hands you half, and you take it.
"We're basically out of muffins. What, we get to freeze...six?"
"Well, I mean, fresh is best," she replies with a shrug, stuffing another piece of muffin in her mouth.
"Oh shut up," you laugh, taking a bite of your piece.
You wrap up the final muffin before slipping them all in a bag. You place them all in the freezer, leaving your piece of muffin on the counter. When you turn around, you see Demi reaching for it.
"HEY!" you yell, making her look toward you. She gives you a devilish smirk, and you laugh. "You muffin thief!"
"It was an attempt," she replies as you take the piece and split it in half.
"Here, you evil thief," you tell her with a laugh, and she takes the piece.
"Thank you." She pops it in her mouth, and you finish your piece, too.
"I think you owe me an apology," you comment after a moment, and she raises an eyebrow at you.
"Well," she says as she moves closer to you. "How about this as an apology?" She puts her hands on your hips before leaning in and pressing her lips to yours. You can taste the chocolate of the muffin on her, and you smile.
"Muffin face," you mumble, making her giggle.
"You love me," she responds, and you put your arms around her neck, pulling her closer.
"Mhmm. I do," you say softly, and she smiles.
"And I love you."

A/N
this one wrote itself
and Demi was being all annoying and cute ugh