Pedro Pascal Imagines

Should Have Kissed You

You tried to be compassionate when his girlfriend broke up with him but it was so hard with that joyful feeling in your heart. You had a crush on him since ever but he was dating with Her and you had to be satisfied with your relationship growing into an intimate friendship. Pedro was devastated though and you tried your best to give him as much comfort as you could patiently waiting for the appropriate moment to confess your feelings for him.

It came as a bolt from the blue when he called you with the great news: he got a second chance from Her. Thank heaven, he was on the phone so he couldn't see the grievous expression that possessed your face. Tightly your heart clenched and a knot of pain formed in your chest. You were crushed. Albeit, the following words seemed only distant murmurs through the phone you could manage to understand the question and you said yes. Yes, you can help him in making dinner for the date.

When he opened the door, you saw his eyes blazing merrily, matching perfectly to his cheerful smile. So heartwarming. So heartbreaking. You loved seeing him happy. It was just the reason of his bliss that numbed your heart. He knew you well enough to catch the sadness hidden behind your eyes so you had to play your role perfectly. Taking a deep breath you closed your eyes, let the darkness enfolds your pain and gave yourself over to the marvelous joy of being with him.

You always had so much fun together. He was adorably clumsy in the kitchen and you laughed and joked and everything was fine and wonderful until you slowly ran out of the second bottle of wine.

"Umm... Pedro?" You hesitated but you knew you had to ask him now. He just hummed without looking up from what he called slicing strawberries but rather seemed to butcher them into odd pieces.

"Are you sure you want this? With Her." You asked timidly and felt his gaze burning up your soul as he shifted the lively brown eyes to yours. He frowned, suggesting that he had detected something disapproval in that question and your confidence crumbled away instantly.

"I mean... What doesn't work shouldn't be forced, right? I just, I think..."

"I love her." He said lightly, destroying you utterly with his words. The enormous electricity that shot through your body felt so real, you had to grip the kitchen counter to steady yourself. Your breath hitched in your throat and your heart sunk to your stomach.

"I think she's the one." He added, smiling with such a frisky smile you couldn't bare to look at.

"God! This... is amazing!" Jolting back to reality you managed to speak and the fake esteem in your voice sounded so genuine you almost believed it yourself.

"Oh, C'mon Y/N! Don't be so serious!" He chuckled kindly and roamed your body with his fingertips to tickle out some giggles from you.

"What about you? How's it that you don't have a boyfriend?!" He asked, tucking a strawberry into his mouth.

"Ugh, actually there is someone I really like but... He's dating with someone else so..."

"What? You didn't tell me anything about that guy! Who is he? Do I know him?"

"It doesn't matter. He's in love with that girl." You said and drew a long breath, anger and resignation in one.

"Aw, honey! Does he know you like him?"

"No! Hell no!" You chuckled nervously.

"You should tell him!" He said and cramming in another fruit he continued:

"Who would choose anybody else over you?!"

The thumping beneath your ribs became uncontrollable again and a question flashed through your head: Would he choose you over Her? You bent your head and bit your lip, suddenly afraid you would say it out aloud.