Cupcake?~ Jane x Reader

You sighed lightly as you continuously  smashed your face in with  your loving  panda pillow pet . If your where looking at this from an outsider’s pint of view most people would be wondering what the hell was wrong with you. But since you where alone in you and your ever loving girlfriend’s bedroom you could do what ever you wanted.  Until she would walk in. Now  this is the pint where the writer should stop narrating this and continue on.  

Now the reason why you where smashing your head onto a pillow consecutively  was not because you where dieing of boredom. No you had Tumblr to entertain you for that.  No the reason why was because of… Cupcakes…Those god damned cupcakes  on the food network where beckoning, calling for you. Dieing for you to eat them and then slowly digest them. But only thing was. You can’t bake for shit. You wiped your mouth  as a small thing of drool began n to inch off your lips and slowly plop out of your chin. Then something came to you as you wiped away the drool that had collected it’s self on your chin.

“Jane” you called out as you walked thought your apartment. You finally enter the kitchen seeing your girlfriend Jane quietly sting some red velvet  batter… Quietly  like a lion would stalk her pray before unleashing her claws for all to see to attack an poor zebra bad luck that day(Man you have got to stop watching nature shows). You quietly tiptoed on the linoleum floor and warped your arms around her waist  and rested your neck on her shoulder

“Janey” you whimpered childishly

“Yes,_______” Jane smiled giving your cheek a light peck

“Can you make me Cupcakes” you whimpered slightly popping out your lower lip ,widening your eyes, and blinking slightly faster then normal to make a puppy dog face

“But ______. This is meant to be a cake” Jane replied ruining your hopes and dreams of getting the beloved cupcake

“You can make another one and I’ll help frost it” you suggested. True you destroyed and nearly burn anything you bake bout. When it came with frosting. It was like the frosting gods had given you a gift  of making anything you frost into a perfect piece of art

Jane sighed lightly “Fine _______ but your going to clean also”

In the end. You finally got your cupcake sent from the gods in a small package of your loving girlfriend Jane Crocker. And you had a hell lot of dishes to clean.