pete and mgk imagines

breakfast in bed - pete davidson

pete's pov:

i groaned and rolled over, careful not to wake my sleeping girlfriend next to me. checking the time, i realized i would be able to make her breakfast in bed so i carefully got up and went to the kitchen.

"what the fuck do people eat for breakfast?" i whispered to myself. if i didn't have my girlfriend i would just smoke and then munch on snacks for breakfast.

"waffles! people like waffles! how the fuck do you make waffles?"

i pulled out the waffle iron and googled how to make the batter.

"eggs! eggs are a breakfast food" i said, putting a pan on the stove and turning on the heat.

i made a huge mess making batter that was far to runny and put it in the iron and then put the eggs in the pan.

suddenly, i smelt burning and realized it was the waffle iron so i tried to take it out but nearly burned my hand. so then i spent some time trying to air out the smoke when the eggs started burning and the smoke alarm was going off.

"what the fuck?" (y/n) yawned, rubbing her eyes and staring at the mess in front of her as she emerged from our bedroom.

"i uh, i tried to make you breakfast in bed but i can't really cook" i replied sheepishly.

"how about i do it, we get back into bed and pretend it was all you?" she offered with her smile that made me melt.

"i like that idea babe" i replied, getting the mop to clean the spilled batter.

i watched her crack eggs and pour batter, it was amazing how she could cook. unfortunately, that amazement didn't last long because just like it had for me, everything started smoking.

"i've only realized i can't cook either" she blushed with a laugh, "why don't we get takeout from the diner and enjoy it in bed?"

"i additionally like that idea as long as i can take credit" i joked.

"credit is all yours as long as i get my pancakes" she smiled, "i'm gonna get dressed quick and pick it up. you call and order ahead now"

after (y/n) came back with the food, we both curled back up in bed and flicked on the tv.

"what movie are we watching?" i asked.

"set it up." she replied firmly.

"c'mon (y/n)... we watch it all the time and you know i hate watching movies that i'm in"

"who went out and got breakfast? and who is letting you say you cooked it? i pick the movie." she declared, "and plus i have the remote"

"i hate you" i rolled my eyes.

"you know you love me" she replied, pressing a strawberry jam flavored kiss to my lips.

and so all day, the two of us stayed in bed watching shitty movies and throwing food at each other.

"pete! stop it!" she laughed as i tickled her.

"say that you love me then" i offered.

"never!" she giggled.

"say it! say it!"

"fine! i am so in love with you peter micheal davidson" she told me.

i stopped and wrapped my arms around her, "what are we watching, criminal minds or forensic files?"

"is that even a question? criminal minds!"

me and this girl definitely needed to do all day breakfast in bed more often.

july 30 2021

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