can i get... heh... coat guy x reader
"He's cold today, isn't he?"
pairing: Coat Guy x Homeowner!Reader
summary: Homeowner reader has an interesting moment with Coat Guy regarding his clothing and offers him a comfy clothing selection of their own.
word count: 1.4k
The bite of the air was sharp and tinged with heatwaves of pulsing shivers. The cold wracked the man even as he was inside a safe and tucked away home. He tugged at the sides of this coat, pulling the smooth fabric onto more of his torso. The beds of his nails did not disrupt, no pain left to be felt, if there was any that existed in his body at the moment. He often wondered about that, if he felt any more pain. The physical pain that once flooded his body was now no more. All he could feel was cold.
Your presence was something that did in fact bring warmth to him, though, in a funny way. A twist on how his insides felt. There was always a pang of something there within him when you were around, testing him or asking him questions about life. It had been a while since he entered your home, and he had felt welcomed enough within the past week to call you a trusted person in his eyes. The soft tone of your voice echoed through his head, gentle and mild enough, and before he knew it, he was more smitten with you than anyone else he met, although maybe, he reasoned, this was only because of his less than kind past and harsh insults that hurled his way more than often. Regardless of the reason, he couldn’t help but look at you with willing eyes, softer than the sad or spaced-out glances he usually gave.
When you entered the living room, the man in the coat was wistfully settled on the couch, in his usual position, shuddering and teeth chattering echoing, filling the air. Huddled into himself, he seemed not to make note of your presence just yet. You cleared your throat, leaning on the far right wall just behind the door. His head slowly emerged, sitting more upright to look at you. “H-Hello, homeowner.” You gave a small smile in turn and nodded to him. “Sorry th-that I didn’t notice you there, I w-was deep in thought.”
“What troubles your mind?” The coated man gave pause before opening his mouth again to speak. “The c-cold.” As he spoke this, his teeth chattered rhythmically. “It’s so v-very cold.” Your eyes scanned him, not unknown to this tidbit. He was a very cold man, and even if you didn’t understand how this could be real for him in a physical sense, you still had sympathy. When you inspected his hands, holding them in yours to get a closer look, they were a deep, icy freeze that seemed to make you jump just a bit, letting go in a frenzied haste. You questioned him deeply about it afterwards.
“Well, again I’ll offer my sweaters just like last time. If this coat isn’t doing it for you, I have turtlenecks and hoodies… even beanies if you wish to wear one, and gloves, though I’m not sure if you want to take that chance with your nail beds being exposed.” You gave him a concerned look, pointing in the direction of your bedroom where your clothes nestled. He could only shudder in response and look around, his eyes darting anxiously. “It won’t be a bother, really. If it helps you, I’m glad to give you something.” You lightly shook your head. “In fact, come along.” At this point if you didn’t insist or take initiative, he’d focus too much on not troubling you for your clothing. Instead, you would take him to pick out something.
“I… a-ah-” He stuttered once more as you turned to the door, then turned back around and, with a quick pause, took his freezing hand to pull him up. “I mean, y-you don’t have to, r-really!” Without another word, you tugged him to your bedroom and closed the door behind you both. He seemed to be shuddering more as his eyes struggled to meet yours, now standing in your personal space. He hadn’t been in here before, and he was slightly scared of what you intended to do.
“You can sit on the bed, I’ll dig through my things and fish out some things for you to choose from. I insist.” For a moment he stood, ironically frozen, before he resorted to having a seat on the very edge of your bed, almost as if he was scared to get comfortable. You pitied him, in a way. So scared of the world and what’s in it to truly trust or let himself be in the moment. With a hum, you turned to your wardrobe in the hopes that he would ease up in the next seconds.
Pulling two sweaters, turtlenecks, two pairs of gloves, socks and a beanie from your wardrobe, you turned to him with a smile. The bundle of clothing in your arms looked…warm enough to him. He reached his hands out to help you set them down on the bed, though his shuddering wracked his body in quick spurts. “Now,” you started, “feel free to try on and choose anything you like.” You stepped back and pressed a finger to your chin quickly. “I’ll get a hot drink for us, some hot chocolate is in order. I’ll give you privacy.”
Coat Guy fidgeted with his fingers in a beat of silence as you left the room and closed the door behind you. He glanced towards the clothing items next to him and figured that it couldn’t hurt. Despite his obvious coldness and knowing that this won’t work for him, he thought it was nice that you had made the effort. You had offered a stronger coat once before, but he had denied it outright, knowing it was useless and utterly not trusting you yet. This time… well, you had pushed, but it didn’t feel so bad exploring this option with you at this moment. With a shaky outward sigh, he picked up one of the sweaters, examined it and placed it back down, thinking that it wasn’t much his style. Then, he picked up a turtleneck.
Shedding his usual coat, the cold seemed to bite just a bit more. He slowly unwrapped his scarf, and revealing his neck definitely did not help in the slightest. With a little more speed, he pulled the turtleneck over his head, and tugged it down his torso. This turtleneck was a little loose, comfortable, and the neck part wasn’t so much snug as it was puffy. It was a nice contrast to him, feeling pleasant on his skin. He stared down at the fabric adorning his body, his narrow pupils moving slowly over the pattern. His hand crept up to the neck, and he raised the fabric only a bit to meet his nose. A sweet fragrance met his nostrils, and his eyes fluttered shut, inhaling just a bit.
The smallest sigh escaped his lips, and momentarily he sat there, allowing himself space to feel what he could describe was his own comfortability. Your scent, the feeling of this turtleneck… for a moment, he stopped shuddering altogether. Not warm, but certainly not deathly cold. He quickly cleared his own throat and dropped the fabric back into place, his hands lightly trembling from the moment, and just in time too. You knocked on the door and he anxiously stuttered. “C-come in.”
When you entered, you broke out into a small smile. “That looks good on you.” He seemed to dip his head a bit, his gaze seeming to soften just the slightest. “It... i-it feels good.”
“Then keep it!” you grinned. “It’s yours now.” The tray in your hands wibbled slightly as you stepped closer to offer him a cup. “It’s hot, be- well, I’m not sure if you need to be careful.” The man seemed to almost chuckle under his breath. “Th-Thank you…” With his cup in hand, he gave a sip to the warm, sweet liquid. It wasn’t bad, he admitted, and had another hearty sip, his shoulders mildly relaxing. You sat next to him with your own cup, placing the tray down so that you could enjoy the space with him.
“So, we’ve got all day. You can try on anything you like, the closet’s full of options. Maybe later we’ll have another cup of chocolate together, if you like it.” You studied his expression. “I think you do.” The corners of his lips tread upward for even a moment, and you decided that it was the warmest the man had ever seemed, right in your home.
A short fic for you anon! Thank you for requesting! :D
