Jughead Jones imagines

Baking

"Jug no!" But it was too late, there was now flour everywhere Including on him. "I leave to get eggs for 2 minutes." I sigh passing him a towel. "Sorry, I was trying to keep it from falling but I was holding the bowl as well. I can't multitask." He whined walking over to me. Luaghing I walk past him, grabbing some cleaning supplies and begining to tidy the kitchen a bit. All of a sudden music began blasting from my speakers, looking over to Jughead I saw him put his phone down and grab a cloth. We were soon dansing around the kitchen spinning and cleaning and ending up in eachothers arms. Giggling I got up and made my way over to the cookie dough we were making before the big mess. "How did you manage to get flour everywhere but the bowl?!" I asked incredulously. "What can I say, I'm  talented." He smirked picking up what was left in the packet. "Right, I'm going to get flour. Do not touch A.N.Y.T.H.I.N.G" I said walking to the door. He raised his hand in mock salute as I shut the door walking over to the pantry and grabbing another bag of flour. Entering the kitchen I was shocked to see no Jughead. "Jug?" I called cautioulsly placing the flour on the worktop. "Juggie where are you?" I called once more. It was silent and dark outside, the black hood was still out there and I was growing more afraid by the second. The lights shut out suddenly and I jumped backing up against the wall. Suddenly a pair of arm wrapped around my waist and I screamed as loud as I could. "Woah, woah babe. Calm down its just me." Jug laughed pulling me into a hug and flicking the lights back on. "Jughead, you Dick!" I yelled hitting his arm. "Awww, I'm sorry baby. I got bored." He smiled. "I was so scared." I sighed walking back over to the flour. "Oh come on, you know I'd protect you N/N." He laughed grabbing it from me and grabbing the scales. I smiled slightly and grabbed the bowl.

We baked the cookies and I took them out of the oven calling Jug in as well. But as I turned to greet him my finger brushed the pan and I burnt it. "Owwwww, that hurted." I pouted in a baby voice pulling my finger up to my face to examine the damage. Jug rushed over and pulled my into a hug, bringing my finger to his lips and kissing it lightly. "There. All better." He smiled as I giggled at him. "What should we make now?" I asked smiling up at him. "Brownieeeees!" He yelled running to grab the bowl. "Yessssss!" I yell as well grabbing the ingredients. And so we began the brownies, mucking about a bit as we did. "Yesss girl make it rain!" Jug screamed in a girlie voice as I poured the sugar into the bowl. I began dancing around the room to the music that was still playing, shaking my ass a bit. He came over and wrapped his arms around my waist restricting my movements and leaning down to kiss the top of my head. We went back to the batter and he began reading the instructions, I had an idea suddenly and scooped up a handful of flour walking over and smearing it down his shirt. His mouth dropped open and he turned to look at me slowly. I was cackling by now and didn't see the next attack coming until it was too late, I was now wearing an egg as a hat. "Jug!" I screamed, grabbing the nearest thing and pouring it over his head, it was the milk. "Oh so it gonna be like that is it?" He asked grabbing the flour. I giggled nodding my head as he lunged towards me, I ran round the other side of the counter squealing as he hooked an arm round my waist and pulled me into him. He brought the flour up and began to tip it. "Jug! Jug please!" I laughed as a sudden weight dropped onto my head and spread everywhere. And we fought for a while running around and throwing food at eachother, even going as far as to grab the bin lid as a shield. Then I had an idea, scooping a bit of brownie batter into my hand and lobbing it at him. It hit him smack int the face and I burst into yet another fit of giggles. Things soon calmed down and we were one shaking hands in a truce. "You know, you have a little something righhhtt, there." I said pointing to the brownie batter on his lips. "Oh do I?" He smiled leaning down a bit. "Mhm." I beamed as we leaned into kiss. "Gone?" He asked laughing. "No I thonk we aught to try again." I giggled and that we did. And so a day that was supposed to be  spent being productive ended up being a day of fun, we never really did much baking.