yet another idea in my growing list of WIPs but like what if yin had kidnapped both lassie and jules and told shawn he could only save one
and then (in the hopes of turning him or breaking his spirit) started telling lassie stuff like "he's not going to choose you, he's going to choose your partner, you're always going to be his second choice. maybe even third if gus is in the picture"
and lassie's just like "uhhh yeah??? he'd better choose juliet. he knows i'd kill him if he didn't"
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contents. suguru geto x gn!reader. fluff. tooth-rotting fluff.
â jiahâs notes. theyâre very much in love, if you canât tell.
âyouâre cold.â
itâs not a question, like youâd hoped. just a flatâvoiced observation that suguru makes, blankâfaced, albeit with a hint of a smirk on his lips. and that one glint in his eye that makes your cheeks flush just a tad more, this timeâ not from the cold.
(the very same spark in those honeyed pools that tells you i told you so.)
you want to despise it; you really do.
but it doesnât really help when all he does is smile and shake his head, like you were a child caught stealing cookies at midnight out of bed.
doesnât really help when all you do is accept it all wordlessly anywayâ letting his fingers linger on your icy skin as he softly coos the frost away, warmth seeping into your shivering bones so easily that you wonder if youâre that cold or itâs just his warmth.
(probably the latter, but you donât exactly want to acknowledge it.)
especially right now.
âsilly thing,â suguru murmurs.
(you silently bottle up his voice in your head so you could gulp it down whenever heâs not home.)
âyou shouldâve worn a scarf, at least,â he huffs, but thereâs no malice behind it. just an endless need to take care of you. âwear mineâ ah, ahâ â his eyes narrow when he hears your protests, and you go quiet immediately, âno buts. iâm afraid youâre in no position to speak right now, baby.â
(so much for feeling like a kicked puppy.)
you donât want to throw a tantrum, donât want to kick about aimlessly and make a fuss out of nothingâ you really donât. itâs just that a little part of you hesitates when you see youâre wearing a scarf and he isnât.
âbutâ but youâll be cold too,â you find yourself stammer, despite yourself.
suguru actually feels his heart stop for a good second.
(what did you say?)
he doesnât say anything.
he just stares.
you feel your heartbeat pick up its pace a little more, cowering and running away like a deer frightened by just a clatter of stones.
(but then again, his stare seems much more than a stone or two.)
did you say something wrong? is he mad at you for spilling out words that you donât even know you shouldnât have said? surely not, suguru isnât mad at you, no matter what you do. itâs really hard to actually get on his nerves when it came to you. didâ did you even say any such thing? or perhapsâ
you barely register being pulled forward by your arms, and your face squishes against something.
(warm, you think, your eyes fluttering close against suguruâs chest. grounding.)
you breathe in his scent, marvelling at how blank your mind goes from just catching a whiff of it. like that raging inferno of the trembling voices in your head just now was a distant, fever dream.
(you stick to the thought that it might have been.)
âyouâre just so. . . precious, you know that?â you blink, staying still for a moment, not quite registering the crack in his voice as he says it. âsilly, silly thing.â
(his silly thing.)
you hum against his chest, idly smoothening out the creases in his overcoatâ trying not to think about the way his hands seem to pull you closer, closer, closer stillâ even if you arenât looking at him.
âtell you what,â you tilt your head upwards, and suguruâs eyes catch you before you fall into them, âweâll share.â
(share? thatâs a first.)
you probably mightâve said that out loud, because that teasing grin is back on his faceâ golden cheshire eyes catching the misty sunlight and reflecting it all back on the doubtful little shadows that your moon created.
âdonât sweat it. iâm only saying it because i donât want to hear you whineââ
âi donât whine,â you huff out, arms crossing over your chest in childlike petulance, and oh the way your heart stutters when he laughs. laughs such a hearty laugh that you canât help but succumb to its irresistable pull as well, a muffled giggle escaping you despite yourself.
âof course you donât,â suguru hums, and you feel him wrapping one end of the cozy wool round your neck, âof course you donât, darling.â
(he wraps his presence round your ribs while heâs at it too.)
(and youâve never felt so warm.)
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