"Music To My Ears." || Gareth Emerson x Reader

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 8 - A Sappy Breakfast

Sunday, March 16th, 6:32 AM

Your eyelids fluttered open as you slowly drifted awake from your sleep. The more conscious you became, the more you were able to feel the rest of your body. Speaking of, It seemed as if your boyfriend was still asleep.

You felt his arms pressed against your torso, spooning you from behind. You manage to shuffle your way out of his grip and place a pillow between his arms so he wouldn't wake up too abruptly. You would've woken him up if he hadn't been sleeping so peacefully. . . That "peacefully" being him snoring immensely loud and drooling onto the pillow, It made you giggle, he looked like a complete mess when he was asleep. You could live with that, god knows what YOU look like while you sleep.

The door made a slight creak as you slowly and cautiously opened it, making your way through and down the stairs into the kitchen. You looked out the window and saw that it was still sunrise, your gaze transfers from the vibrant orange colored view to the clock on the wall. It was surprisingly early, You're almost never up early so this was extremely rare. Perhaps it was Gareth aggressively snoring behind you.

You took this opportunity to make both of you breakfast, although you were terrible at cooking. Surely If you'd follow the instructions on the box success was guaranteed!...Right?

Wrong. 40 minutes later, It got complicated and hard to follow after the first 3 steps. It was an utter mess, Half made pancake batter everywhere, egg shells scattered across the kitchen counter, bacon burning on the stove, the refrigerator door open, everything was everywhere all at once. You hoped and prayed that you could get all of this absolute mess cleaned up befo-

"Y/N??"

Thought too soon.

You turned around awkwardly in front of the mess you had made in his kitchen, face flushed from embarrassment and forehead sweat dripping down due to moving frantically around the kitchen.

"Heyyyyy... Garethhhhhh!!!! Youuuuuu..... heyyyyy..." You dragged your words, giving him a awkward smile.

Gareth had nothing but a T-shirt and his boxers on, He stared at you dumbfounded. Once he had woken up and hadn't seen you laying down next to him he expected you to be watching TV, or playing one of his vinyls on the living room record player, not.. whatever this was. He couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous you looked.

"Y/n what are you doing?" He giggled uncontrollably.

You laughed nervously, You felt humiliated, taunted, ridiculed even. "What??"

Tears started to form in Gareth's eyelids as he roared in laughter. "Y/N, YOU LOOK RIDICULOUS, AHAHAHAA-"

You stood there awkwardly, There was nothing to laugh about. He found your failure funny. You crossed your arms defensively and looked away, feeling betrayed.

You were being over dramatic, If you had seen the way you looked right now you would've been laughing the same way Gareth was right now.

Once Gareth's laughter had died down, he wiped the tears from his eyes and finally decided to take notice of your defensive posture. He than realized what was going on.

"Oh, I see." Gareth raised his eyebrows. "You're getting all upset aren't you." He said with a smirk, mimicking the pose you held.

You said nothing, surely the silent treatment would get him to apologize. It took him quite a while to figure it out, there laid a few couple seconds of silence before he finally broke it awkwardly.

"Oh come on Y/N!! Don't give me that treatment, you know I didn't mean it." He stepped closer to you, leaning on the table in the middle of the room where most of the mess you made stood.

You gave him the cold shoulder, huffing and you spun your back to him. Until you heard the words "I'm sorry" omit from his mouth, you weren't going to say a word to him. Man, you are stubborn.

You heard Gareth sigh from behind you followed by footsteps. You assumed he had walked out of the kitchen in defeat, you didn't DARE turn around. You had too much pride to even look in his direction until he apologized. You decided to start cleaning up the mess you made for one final attempt. Suddenly, you were startled by hands slowly wrapping around your waist.

Gareth placed his chin on your shoulder, he whispered. "You know you can't give me the silent treatment forever, Y/N." He muttered silently, his breath brushing your ear.

You felt your face heat up an immense amount, but still, you hadn't heard an "I'm sorry." You resisted the urge to say something, a snarky remark, anything. You had to keep your pride. God, this was intense.

"Please, Love." He was practically begging. "I'm sorry." He knew what he was doing, and he was guaranteed it would work.

....

It did indeed work. If you could, you would practically swoon for that man right there and then.

You let out a giggle as he planted a small kiss on the crook of your neck. "Fine, Fine! You win!!" You pushed him away from you playfully, turning around to face him and his cocky smirk.

"I knew you would come to your senses!" He crossed his arms and puffed out his chest confidently.

"Yeah yeah, whatever white boy. Don't get too cocky now." You rolled your eyes playfully and smirked.

Gareth chuckled and grabbed a roll of paper towels. "Let me help you get cleaned up, Love."

About 30 minutes later, the kitchen was back in its pristine condition. You two had worked hard to scrub off every bit of mess that was left, and it definitely paid back in the end. Despite both of you being HORRIBLE cooks, you settled for a much simpler breakfast. After plenty of trial and errors, it came out almost perfectly with the help of one another.

That day, you two ate pancakes covered in sweet maple syrup. Yum.

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A/N - Eat up y'all, guess who's back!!! Sorry for being gone so long! Hope you enjoyed the chap, i tried my best to come up with a decent idea. 😭😭 Hope this wasn't TOO sappy hehehe, see you later!!!

Song of the Week : Le Velo Pour Deux - The Brobecks :-)))