Pedro Gonzalez x Reader | Oneshots

{❁F} When The Stars Align

Prompt: A quiet night shared between Pedro and the reader, where Pedro offers unlimited support and love to the reader during a challenging time.

Reader: Female

Word count: 1037

Average reading time: 3 min 45 sec

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: This story contains themes of emotional distress, including references to job loss, heartbreak, and feelings of failure. If you are sensitive to these topics, please read with care.

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Disclaimer: All events portrayed in my stories are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. Any actions or behaviours portrayed by the characters may differ from reality and cannot be connected to any actual person. This work is purely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only.

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It is a quiet night, with stars twinkling brightly against the dark colored sky. You sat on the grassy hill overlooking the town, knees hugged to your chest. It had been a tough week, filled with crushing disappointment and heartache. The loss of a job, a breakup, and an overwhelming sense of failure loomed large in your mind.

Pedro arrived silently, as he often did, sensing your need for some quiet time. He didn't say anything at first, just sat down beside you, offering a comforting presence. For a while, the only sounds were the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant buzzling of the city below.

"Hola, mi amor," Pedro finally said, his voice soft, filled with unspoken understanding.

You sighed, not lifting your gaze from the horizon. "Hola, Pedro."

Pedro wanted to reach out, to hold you and make all the pain disappear. Instead, he started talking about the stars, pointing out constellations and sharing childhood memories. It was his way of bringing a bit of light into the darkness surrounding you.

"Remember when we used to come here as kids?" Pedro asked, a small smile playing on his lips. "We'd lie on the grass, making up stories about the stars."

A faint smile touched your lips, the memory slightly warming your aching heart. "Yeah, you always had the best stories."

Pedro took a deep breath, gathering the courage to say what he'd been holding back for years. "Princesa, I know things are really hard right now. And it feels like everything's falling apart. But I need you to know something... you're not alone in this. You have never been alone."

You turned to Pedro, your eyes filled with a mix of sadness and curiosity. "What do you mean?"

Pedro reached out, hesitating for a moment before gently taking your hand. "I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember. I've watched you go through so much, and it breaks my heart to see you hurting. But I'll be here, always, no matter what. You don't have to do everything by yourself."

Tears welled up in your eyes, the vulnerability of the moment breaking through the walls you've built around your heart. "Pedro, I... I don't know what to say."

Pedro's hand was warm against yours, a gentle haven in the swirling storm of your emotions. He moved closer, his other hand softly brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "You don't have to say anything," he whispered, pulling you into a tender embrace. "Just let me be here for you."

The dam finally broke, and you flung your arms around Pedro, sobbing into his shoulder. All the pain, all the fear, poured out in waves, but Pedro held you close, offering comfort and a safe harbor. The warmth of Pedro's arms, the steady beat of his heart, was a lifeline you hadn't realized you needed.

You felt conflicting emotions surge within you. Part of you wanted to push him away, convinced that you didn't deserve his kindness or his love. But another part of you, a part that had long been buried under layers of self-doubt and fear, craved his affection and his unwavering support.

Pedro's hands moved in soothing circles on your back, his touch gentle yet firm. "It is alright, mi amor," he murmured against your hair. "I'm here and I won't go anywhere."

As you cried, Pedro continued to hold you, his fingers trailing lightly over your shoulders and back. The sensation was calming, and gradually, your sobs turned into quiet sniffles. Pedro pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. His thumb brushed away the tears on your cheeks, his touch tender and full of care.

"Why?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. "Why do you care so much about me?"

Pedro's eyes softened, his gaze unwavering. "Because you mean everything to me, Y/N. You've always been there for me, even when I didn't deserve it. You deserve to be loved and cared for, especially now."

Your heart ached at his words, a mix of gratitude and fear swirling within you. "But I'm a mess, Pedro. How can you love someone like me?"

Pedro's hand cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing gentle patterns on your skin. "Everyone has their moments, princesa. We all have times when we feel like we're falling apart. But it's in those moments that we need to lean on the people who love us. And I love you, more than you can imagine."

You leaned into his touch, your eyes closing as you absorbed his words. The warmth of his hand, the sincerity in his voice, all of it felt like a comforting blanket being draped over your wounded soul. "I don't know if I can do this alone," you admitted, your voice trembling.

"You're not alone," Pedro said firmly. "You have me. And together, we'll get through this. One step at a time."

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. The gesture was intimate, filled with a depth of emotion that took your breath away. Your eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you felt a glimmer of hope.

Pedro smiled, his fingers brushing against your jawline. "You're stronger than you think, Y/N. And I'm here to remind you of that every day."

You nodded, the weight of your burdens feeling just a bit lighter. "Thank you, Pedro. For everything."

Pedro's smile widened, his eyes shining with affection. "Always princesa."

As the night wore on, for the first time in a long while, you allowed yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, everything would be alright.

Pedro's hand slipped into yours, fingers intertwining, and together you lay back on the grass, looking up at the glimmering night sky. His presence was a comforting weight beside you, and as you listened to his steady breathing, you felt a sense of peace settle over you.

The future was uncertain, but with Pedro by your side, you knew you could face whatever came your way. In the quiet moments, under the watchful gaze of the stars, you began to heal, one gentle touch at a time.

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