Awwww the fic thing is such a cute idea. I'd love No 3 with Somki please :). Thank you!!
Pair: Yann Sommer/Roman Bürki
Tags: meddling teammates, so oblivious, for SCIENCE is a good excuse for anything
3. The “Accidentally caught under the mistletoe” trope
It’s not that Roman didn’t know that it was going to happen, because hello, every year it was the same old same old and no, it wasn’t a surprise, but the thing is, he’s managed to avoid getting caught in the mistletoe pranks for the past three years. Looks like his luck had finally run out, because here he is, last training session of the year, and somehow, by some tragic cosmic timing, he and his two fellow goalkeepers were standing under a large piece of mistletoe hanging off the top netting of the goal.
“No way,” Roman says in disbelief. “No. Effing. Way.”
But Granit just crosses his arms and smirks. “No choice,” the midfielder says smugly. “You guys know what comes next, right?”
“Where did that come from?” Marwin demands, looking perplexed.
“Does it matter? Rules are rules. Now hurry up, I wanna get to to the dining room before all the good desserts are taken.”
Roman isn’t quite prepared to have Marwin just roll his eyes and sigh. He’s even less prepared when Yann laughs, turns to him, pulls him in with an arm around his waist, then kisses him full on the mouth. Roman’s brain goes into a bit of meltdown when Yann lets go straight after, grabs Marwin by the face and kisses him loudly on the cheek.
“Whoop yeah!” Granit laughs and punches the air. “Finally! I can tick you guys off my list now.” He grabs the mistletoe and tucks it into his waistband, moving on to see how many more people he can catch.
“That guy,” Marwin laughs, shaking his head.
“Right?” Yann agrees. “He’s getting more creative every year.”
“What I want to know is how he even got that thing there without us seeing? I could have sworn it wasn’t there when we set up.”
Yann tips his head to the side and purses his lips together. “I think I saw him lurking earlier when we were playing the 8-a-side; maybe then?”
Roman startles when Yann and Marwin turn to look at him. “Um, I didn’t see him come close?” he hedges, still frazzled because Yann had kissed him. On the mouth. The. Mouth. This just makes Roman focus on the mouth of said person who kissed him on the mouth, and oh. Yeah. Those were very kissable lips. Like, how did he not notice that before? Because those lips were very kissable. And Roman thinks that he’d maybe like to kiss them again sometime. Okay, correction; he most definitely wants to try kissing them again. Sometime soon. Preferably a little bit longer though so he can actually enjoy it this time. Maybe, a minute or two. Or more. Just to be 100% sure he got the full kissing experience, so that he could tell if his expectations lived up to reality. Yeah, that’s it. Looooong minutes of kissing. To test a hypothesis. For science. Testing things for science was always acceptable.
Roman’s musing on just how many minute would be an acceptable period of time for scientific research is interrupted by Marwin who is snapping fingers in his face.
“What?” Roman asks tetchily, leaning away from his fellow goalkeeper’s hand.
“Dude, where did you go? You just spaced out there.”
Roman blinks at Marwin. “Did I?”
“Yeah,” Yann nods, “are you okay?”
Roman wants to say no, because you kissed me on the mouth. Whyyyyyyyyyy? but instead he says, “I’m hungry,” which, although ridiculous, is at least in context of it now being lunch time.
Yann reaches over and gently squeezes the back of his neck; Roman just about manages to not whimper at how good it feels.
“We better finish packing up then,” Yann says. “Granit’s right, we gotta get back quickly if we don’t want to miss out on dessert.”
Roman nods, and is about to follow Yann to gather up the rest of their gear, when Marwin grabs him by the arm.
“What?” Roman finally asks when Marwin just smirks at him.
“Don’t think I don’t know exactly what happened there,” the Augsburg keeper says softly. “You’re so obvious.”
Roman raises an eyebrow, trying to aim for ignorance. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Marwin just smirks even more. “You’re not the only who noticed that walking shampoo advertisement over there kissed me on the cheek but you on the mouth.”
Roman prays to God that he isn’t blushing. “And?” he asks, not willing to admit anything.
“I think you owe Granit a big present for Christmas as thank you. I hear he likes dark chocolate.”
Roman doesn’t even have time to sputter out a response when Marwin casually walks off on him. Roman wants to deny everything, but then he thinks about soft kissable lips and scientific research and maybe, just maybe, Marwin is right about the Christmas present after all.
[Apologies to the Swiss NT for making them have one more friendly just before Christmas lol]
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