THE NEIGHBOURHOOD ━━━ jjba

christmas confessions || pucci x reader || :D

here you go! i've been wanting to do a pucci one-shot for what seems like forever, and someone finally asked me to do one! i have another pucci one-shot idea planned, but it's going to be a bit more....unsweetened, if you get my drift😏

anyways, enjoy this one, and i'll talk to you later; sweet dreams, and early merry christmas, loves <3

Ah, Christmas.

The last year of the month filled with presents, food, love, and cold weather. This year, you're spending it with the love of your life, Enrico Pucci. You begged him to decorate the tree with you, and he reluctantly agreed. Finally getting the complicated tree set up, you sigh to yourself as you take another sip of coffee, and sit on the couch, waiting for him. You check your watch anxiously, and stare at the front door.

Where is he? You wonder to yourself, and you start to tap your foot in nervousness. Trying to distract yourself, you reach for the television remote, but you stop as you hear the door start to unlock. Giggling happily, you set your coffee down and stare at the door.

Cold winds flow through the door, and you can hear Pucci mutter a prayer under his breath, probably to stop himself from cursing. "Pucci!" You yell, and tackle him in a hug. He grunts at the impact, but pats your back and releases you as he stares down at you with his dark eyes. "Hello to you too." He says, his deep, flowy voice reaching your ears. "Are you ready?" You ask him impatiently, and he looks at you confused, his white eyebrows raised.

"To decorate the tree, of course!" You clear up his confusion, and he nods, unwrapping his scarf from around his neck. "Of course. I'm sorry I forgot; I have a lot on my mind." He explains, and your frown, giving him another small hug. "It's okay, Pucci. Let's just have fun and forget about all of this stress!" You take his coat off of him, and he stares at you, a ghost of a smile spreading on his lips.

"Alright." Pucci replies smoothly, and you nod. "I'm going to go and get the boxes! Give me a second!" You smile as you run up the stairs and open the closet door, grabbing the boxes. "I'm back with the---woah!" You let out a yell as you tumble down the staircase, bracing for impact, but you never do, resting in the strong arms of Pucci, a worried look on his face.

"Are you alright?" He asks, staring down into your eyes. You nod slightly, staring back into his; your face starts to heat up, and your heart starts to beat a mile a minute. Silence stretches across the room, and you don't move an inch, admiring his features. His dark skin, his snow white hair, dark eyelashes, and black irises makes your stomach get butterflies. He stares back at you in the same fashion, scanning over your features.

Your silky hair, bright eyes, warm, rosy cheeks, and soft, plump lips stare back at him, and he forgets everything he was doing. He subconsciously runs his hand through your locks, and you lean into his touch, closing your eyes. You sit in his arms for what seems like forever, and time seems to stop completely. After a while, you snap back into reality and jump, startling Pucci out of his daze.

"I-I'm okay now!" You stammer, standing up quickly and blushing. "That's wonderful." Pucci sighs and stands up after you, clearing his throat as a dusting of red covers his cheeks. Letting out a shaky sigh, you pick up the boxes once again and head for the living room, stepping carefully as you don't want to repeat that again. You wouldn't mind falling into Pucci's arms again, though.

"You put this up yourself?" Pucci asks, gesturing to the tree. You fill with pride and smile widely. "Yeah! Took about fifteen YouTube tutorials, but we made it work." You reply. "Well, you can just sit there, and let me get the tree turned on!" You direct him, and Pucci nods, grabbing a book from the bookshelf and taking a seat behind you and the tree. Let's get to work. You think to yourself, and set off.

---Pucci's pov because i'm the writer---

She's adorable.

The way her face scrunches up as she's focusing on the lights makes my insides flutter. I know I shouldn't be selfish, but I really just want her all to myself. I want her to give me that look and many others; but only if she does it unto me. Her soft lips are pouted in concentration, and her eye/color eyes are scrutinized on the tree. The way her cheeks heat up if something doesn't work for her...oh, it makes me want to--

No, that's very inappropriate. I shouldn't be thinking so.....crudely. Lord, forgive me.

Now she's moving to the other side of the tree; I notice the small shift in her hips as she walks, and the way her eyebrows furrow in deep thought. Her eyes are filled with sparkles, and the lights accentuate her, making her shine even brighter. I shouldn't be staring. I know she's trying to work. I just can't help myself---no, I can control my urges and feelings.

She's talking to herself. Oh, I love it when she talks to herself. The way her sweet voice whispers to herself as she figures out a way to solve the problem; her lips move quickly, as if she's muttering a prayer. That makes me want to kiss her so hard and so long----My Lord. I can't think straight staring at her like this. It makes me...I shouldn't even be thinking about that.

Pucci.

Her voice is soft, sweet, filled with such innocence and chasteness.

Pucci?

The way she pronounces my name with such grace and precision, as if she's praying to the Lord Himself.

Hey! Pucci!

I snap back into reality as Y/N is waving her hand in my face, signaling for my attention. Clearing my throat, I close the book I was supposed to be reading, and stare at her. "Yes?" I ask, trying to sound unfazed by the thoughts that are flowing through my mind. "I'm ready! But first, I'm going to bring you a cookie to try!" Y/N's voice fills my ears, and I can't help but bite my lip in order to calm my burning desire to kiss her.

Giggling, she sprints to the kitchen, and I sigh to myself, blinking slowly to release my mind of all of those emotions. She comes back in a split second, a cookie with red icing resting in her hand. "Here! I made up this recipe, and I wanted an honest opinion." She blushes, and I smile, taking a bite of the warm cookie. Y/N's eyes widen with anticipation, and I keep my face still. She bites her lip in nervousness, and I fight the urge to make her wait for my judgment, that look of suspense frozen in time. God in Heaven, I love her.

Refusing that evil urge, I nod and wipe my mouth with a napkin. "It's delicious, Y/N." I reply, and Y/N's face relaxes, a smile spreading across her face as a blush spreads across her soft cheeks. "Glad you like it! You had me worried for a second!" She laughs, and I stare into her e/c eyes, getting lost in her eyes once again. "P-Pucci?" Y/N calls me, and I snap back into reality, blinking slowly.

"Yes. I'm here." I reassure her, and she raises an eyebrow before blushing and giggling as she walks over to the tree.

My Lord in Heaven, I love her to death and life again.

>:D