Love your writing! I know it is farrr from Christmastime but could you write a fic where Pedri and reader kiss under the mistletoe because all their friends are teasing them and then obviously leads to a lil confession later on
Under the mistletoe ( Pedri González ! )
synopsis. finding yourself under the mistletoe with your best friend along with the incessant demands of your friends, you and pedri find yourselves in a situation that could only lead to the best christmas present of your life.
disclaimers. kissing, gender isn’t specified — no use of y/n.
notes. idk how to feel about this.. i haven’t written in a veryyyyy long time. ( 1.75k words )
𝓡ed, green, and golden hue’s lit up your living room giving the room a distinct Christmas-like feeling. It was by far your favorite season, especially since it meant you got to have all your friends together in one place.
Steaming mugs full of creamy cocoa warmed your hands and chest as you walked through the open kitchen door into the bustling living room. Three mugs was a lot to carry, but as a former server at a restaurant it was no bother.
You pause under the doorway to admire the scene laid out in front of you.
Leandra was scowling at Hosea as he juggled three ornaments, harsh scoldings leaving her lips to hide the laughter in her eyes. A few feet away, Gavi was explaining a dramatic re-telling of his ordeals at the airport last weekend — a story he’s told a thousand times since it initially happened — to four grinning friends who would rather let him drone on than spoil his mood
And then there was him. Pedri. Your best friend.
He was smiling softly as he listened to Gavi’s story to the loveseat a few feet away. His green knitted sweater sleeves were rolled up half of his forearm and the adorable pin Raphinha’s daughter made him for Christmas was pinned right over his heart.
The man looked good. You had no qualms admitting it, either. It was a well known fact.
Your smile lifts when his head snaps up to you like he had a sixth sense for your presence. Your friends liked to joke that he had spidey-sense for two things in life; football and you.
Pedri rose quickly, slinking around the furniture and straight toward you, hands outstretched. “Let me help.” He said simply, and who were you to decline such an offer?
“Thank you.” Exhaling in relief as he diligently takes two mugs, his hand brushing yours briefly. A shiver runs up your arm at the small contact, but you don’t have time to think about it before a loud whistle interrupts the moment.
Two heads snap in the direction of the sound only to find the culprit—a young Lamine Yamal, who’s giggling with Gavi.
Pedri spares you a questioning glance before Leandra bursts into laughter, as well. By now, the whole room has turned to face the two of you.
“What?” You frown, “is there something—“
Clearing his throat, Pedri murmurs, “look up.”
So you do. An instant wave of nausea and something else hurls through your stomach. Cheeks flaring a vibrant red, you could practically feel the blood pumping through your heated face, you swallow hard.
Mistletoe. Thanks, Marco.
“About damn time!” Leandra chuckles, “quick! We have been waiting for this—wait who has a phone on them?”
Hosea lifts his hand, waving his phone proudly. You groan, Pedri shifts on his feet, laughing quietly.
“What’s so funny.” You hiss, “they are—“ Pedri sets his mugs aside casually before taking yours, leaving you stunned and all too silent. What is he doing? “Pedri.”
He’s not speaking, at least not yet. His eyes swipe across your face, flicking to your lips. The room’s buzzing laughter and chanting dies in your ears then.
Is he really going to do this?
Scratch that. Are you really about to let this happen?
Then, your name leaves his lips like a prayer to whatever God is listening—or maybe just you. A pleading for you to answer it. To answer him.
You blink a few times to make sure this is real. You think that maybe you should pinch yourself. He says your name again, and you spare a glance at your eager friends who seem all too pleased by the situation.
“Uh—okay.” You finally choke out, tongue darting out to wet your dry lips. He doesn’t seem pleased by that answer, though.
Pedri takes a small step forward, “gonna need a real response, cariño.”
“Yes!” You can already hear the jokes your friends will be making for years over this.
His hands, so soft and gentle, cup your cheeks moments before his lips collide with yours. It was hesitant for a moment before it melted into something better. You felt the smile prick at his lips when his tongue prodded at your lips, seeking entrance without forcing it.
Gut churning and cheeks ablaze, your lips part for him. He takes the chance, tongue swiping your lips before he takes his fill of you.
Holy hell—or maybe heaven. Because it sure feels like you’ve ascended into some other—much better place.
Time passes, how much you aren’t really sure, before he pulls back. Your ears ability to hear comes back at the same time, hoots, hollers, whistles, and cheers fill the room.
Your face hurt from blushing, and you can’t quite get yourself to meet Pedri’s gaze as you reach for your mug. “I hope you’re all real happy with yourselves.” You grumble to your friends who seem far too prideful for your liking.
“Hot-damn.” Leandra claps, “Pedro, I was unfamiliar with your game!”
“Shut up.” Pedri rolls his eyes, yet humor fills his voice as he brings one cup of cocoa to Fermín before settling into his spot on the couch once again.
The rest of the night passes in a blur, yet you weren’t sure you were fully present for any conversation after the kiss. Your eyes seemed to find his every chance you found and it was reciprocated.
There were a few small instances where you found his touch lingering when he passed you, a hushed, ‘excuse me’ along with it.
Or when he had plenty of space to grab a cookie from the plate beside you, but his shoulder brushed yours all the same.
It wasn’t until people started trickling out that you found yourself alone with him.
The kitchen sink was soapy and warm as you cleaned dishes and loaded them into the dishwasher, a half-assed attempt at keeping yourself busy.
You felt his presence before you saw him. “Everyone gone?” You ask over your shoulder, meeting his eyes for the first time in conversation since before the mistletoe.
He hummed out a reply, “mhm.”
Your hand felt heavy as you set a wreath-patterned cup into the dishwasher. “Ah, are you on the way out as well?”
His footsteps were heavy on the tiled floor as he walked over to the counter a few feet away, leaning his back against it and crossing his arms. He didn’t speak for a moment and when he did it came rough and quiet.
“I wanted to talk to you.”
The simple sentence shouldn’t have been so nauseating, but your stomach churned violently. “About earlier? The—uhm, the mistletoe?”
“Yeah.” Pedri confirms, rubbing a hand over his jaw like it could sooth him somehow.
You didn’t know what to say. If you should laugh it off, if you should try to change the topic, or if you should confront the growing, longing ache in your heart that came with every glance of him that had only grown impossibly stronger over the past year.
Wiping your hands on a rag, you turn to face him to confront him head-on. “What about it?”
He almost seemed baffled. “What about it?” He repeats, taking a long breath, “fuck—I..” Pedri trails off, his mouth opening and closing twice before he finds the ability to speak again. “I didn’t imagine that’s how our first kiss would be.” He admits through a breathy laugh, “I was hoping for something not so… public, I guess.”
He’d thought about those things?
“Pedri—“
“No, wait—“ Rubbing his temples, Pedri steps around the dishwasher, crowing you back into the counter. Your back presses against the wooden countertop, leaving you little room to escape.
Not that you wanted to.
His head cocks to the side, eyes examining you with a sort of reverence you’d never seen from a man. “Did you.. feel anything?”
The desperate twang to his otherwise confident tone had your heart melting into flowing lava. “Besides your unnaturally soft lips?” You tease, not to make light of the moment, but to ease the tension and worry lining his face.
It works, too. His eyes crinkle slightly, lips twitching into the faintest of smiles. “Besides that.”
“Yeah.” You answer honestly. “I did. I do.”
“Present tense?” He lifts an amused eyebrow.
“Pedri, I’d be a fool not to feel something for someone as amazing as you.” The confession slips from your lips without much thought. It was easy because it is the truth.
He’s a gentleman, but not condescending. He’s caring without expectation. He remembers your favorite snack even though it changes so often. He gives you the time of day even when he’s busy beyond belief.
And he did it all as a friend.
Pedri’s touch burns your skin as his hand trails up your arm, over your shoulder, finding its resting place against your cheek. “And I’d have to be the stupidest man on the planet to not feel something for a person like you. I’ve been a goner since I first locked eyes on you in Mr. Garcia’s class.”
Laughter bubbles in your chest at the thought of him seeing a thirteen year old version of you with your crooked glasses, braces, and scared-as-shit face when you stepped into the class. You’d been new to town and he’d been the first to approach you.
“Why’d you wait so long?” You ask quietly, leaning into his touch.
Pedri chews on his cheek. “Wasn’t really sure I deserved you, for one. And two? I was scared of rejection and losing the only person who had the ability to make or break me.”
The rosy tint to his cheeks and nose would have had you swooning if you weren’t already drunk on his words. It’s hard to comprehend that Pedri—your Pedri, didn’t think he deserved you.
“You more than deserve me, Pedri. Christ.” You laugh, “I guess we, unfortunately, have Lamine and Marco to thank for this.”
That draws a small chuckle from the brunette before he’s pulling you in with a hand on your waist and tipping your head up with the hand still on your cheek. “We can thank them later… for now, though.. I’d like to kiss you.”
“Who would I be to deny such an offer?” You gasp dramatically, grinning wide when he shakes his head in silent laughter, his head dipping down to meet your lips.
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