The Mighty Ducks Imagines and Preferences

"Fulton,  I'm bored, " I say to my boyfriend. "Well what do you want to do?" he asks. " Let's bake a cake, " I say as I pull him up from the couch. I go to the kitchen and get everything we need out. "Okay Fulton read the instructions, " I say grinning. He does and we start. All of a sudden I feel something hit the side of my face. I look and Fulton is laughing while his hand is covered in flour. I pick up an egg and throw it at him. It hits him right in the back of the head. I start to run. "Y/N, you can run but you can't hide!" I hear him tell as I look for somewhere to hide. "Y/N come out, come out wherever you are, " he says. He passes where I'm hiding and I run out. I don't make it very far before I feel his arms wrap around my waist. "Gotcha!" he yells as he lays me on the ground. He starts tickling me. I laugh so hard that my sides hurt. "Fulton stop, " I say still laughing. Eventually, he stops. We go into the kitchen and discover our mess.  We finished the cake first. By then we had made an even bigger mess than before. "Okay I'll clean while you get a shower, " I say. He nods and runs upstairs. I'm about halfway done when I hear him come thundering down the stairs. "Go ahead and get a shower. I got this, " he says kissing the side of my head. "Okay, " I say as I go upstairs. After my shower, I go downstairs and see Fulton looking at a picture album. "You were such a cute baby, " he says showing me a picture. "Liar. How did you find this?" I ask. "Your mom showed me where it was at, " he says cheekily. I start to smell the cake so I go and check it. It was done so I take out from in the oven. Fulton comes in and wraps his arms around me from behind. After the cake cools, we start to put the icing on it. Then we ate the leftover icing. "We are giving ourselves diabetes, " Fulton says laughing. "I love the icing though, " I say with a grin. "You have a little something, " he says pointing to my face. Before I can comprehend what he does, he kisses me. I kiss back. "Got it, " he says when we pull away. That afternoon we cuddle on the couch, eat cake, and watch movies.

A/N I know it's short, but I think it's cute.