⋆˚꩜.ᐟ geto has you pick a lucky cig to make a wish on every time he gets a new pack.
it's wordless the way way geto offers you a fresh pack of cigarettes. the lid is popped open, revealing the cigarettes with the filters on top. after you take a moment to yourself, you pick one stick of your choice, take it out and put your lips around the filter as if you were to smoke it. it leaves a lipstain the color of your lipgloss and you put it back in the box. but this time, tabacco facing up. geto is ready with his palm outwards waiting for you to return the pack to him. once you do, he gives you a kiss on your temple with a muttered "thank you, pretty."
you don't see that pack of cigarettes for another month or so. but every time, without fail, geto comes to you with the near empty carton. therein lies the final cigarette with your lipstick stain on the filter end. you place the cigarette in between his lips and make a silent wish as you light it.
"what'd you wish for?" he hums after he takes a puff of the freshly lit cigarette. he asks every time you light this 'lucky stick', as he likes to call it. neither of you remember how this ritual of yours started. perhaps it was when geto saw shoko do it; instead, she would smoke her lucky one whenever she needed any extra luck she could get. in high school, she would take a smoke break before every exam to smoke that singular upside down cig. for whatever reason, geto does not bother to smoke that lucky cig on the premise of needing any luck or diving intervention of the sort. instead, he lets you make any wish you want, letting you take all the luck you could ever need.
despite how he asks every time, you never answer. "the wish wont come true if i say it out loud, silly!" you tell him each time. you repeat your excuse this time around as well. he never takes it to heart and always shrugs as if saying, 'worth a shot'.
your wishes change every now and then. with how geto approaches you with the final cig without warning more often than not, it doesn't give you much time to prepare. sometimes it's something silly such as wishing for an A on your upcoming exam or maybe for your gas tank to miraculously fill up on its own. other times, geto catches you at the perfect time; when youre drowning in your thoughts and could use all the help you could get.
times like those, you have a feeling he didn't really want to smoke to begin with. but he can tell when you could use a little extra support. even if the lucky stick isn't as lucky as he makes it seem, the placebo effect it gives you is more than enough. especially since sometimes, geto will let you smoke it with him. claiming that it makes it more likley for your wish to come true. you choose not to call his bull and simply share the cigarette with him.
whenever you do join in on one of geto's smoke sessions, geto allows you to join on only one condition. that condition being that you had to take the puff from his mouth.
he has you straddling his waist with one hand on your hip and his other hand holding the cigarette. he has that permanent smirk on his face with his eyes low as the hand on your hip rubs random shapes into the skin. "open up, pretty baby," he asks of you.
a grin sneaks its way onto your face as well before following his directions and opening your mouth into an 'o' shape, patiently waiting. geto takes a long drag from the cigarette as he moves his hand from your hip to cup your jaw. his thumb caresses the skin of your jaw before he blows the smoke into your mouth. you lean in closer for more of the smokey tendrils before geto ultimately closes the space between the two of you by pressing your lips onto his. you can taste the tobacco on his tongue as you kiss, your arms wrapping around behind his neck.
usually, the two of you dont even get a chance to finish the cigarette before it turns into something more than a smoke sesh. whoopsie!
a/n: inspired by everlong by foofighters!!
