it's 1am, and geto suguru is freezing. he's got a hot water bottle, a comforter, and two thick blankets, yet he's still shivering like a naked mole rat in midwinter.
why am i so fucking cold? geto thinks, feeling ridiculous as he rubs his legs together like a giant cricket. he wonders if he's inexplicably lost fifty pounds in the night and his body is shutting down. or maybe the apartment has been magically transported to a remote arctic wasteland.
"suguru?" the door creaks open, and geto sits up, squinting at your face, illuminated by the hallway light.
"oh, hey," he says, pulling his blankets up to his chin. "you okay?"
"yeah," you say, slipping into the room and closing the door behind you. geto reaches over and flicks on his bedside lamp. "i think our central heating switched off. it's, like, unbearable."
you look small and vulnerable in the yellow lamplight. so different from your usual put-together state. geto raises an eyebrow at your penguin-patterned pajama pants, and you flush.
"a gift from my grandma, asshole," you say, straightening your tank top. geto tries not to dwell on how thin and semi-see through it is.
"mhm," he says, flashing you what he knows is a charmingly ironic grin. he shifts under his covers. "yeah, it's cold. i honestly don't know how i'm gonna fall asleep again."
"well," you say, glancing down at your feet. you're uncharacteristically bashful. "i was thinking, maybeâand it's totally okay if you're not comfortable with thisâi was wondering if i could sleep with you? just for the body heat. my room is, like, super cold andâ"
"you wanna sleep with me?" geto repeats, just to see you squirm. he knows he's being a little mean. but he can afford to be, especially when he already knows exactly what his answer is.
"not like that," you're quick to say. you blush harder. "i mean, obviously. obviously i would neverâ"
"aw," he says with a melodramatic pout. "never ever?"
the two of you have teased each other like this before. joking that you'd get married if you were both still single by 40, bringing each other as plus-ones to various work events and telling coworkers you'd been together since high schoolâbut somehow the teasing felt very different when you were both in various states of undress.
"maybe if you got a haircut," you say with a small smile, rubbing the chicken skin on your arms. geto feels his eyebrows shoot up his forehead. "anyway. please? can i sleep here? just for tonight."
"sure, kid," he says, pulling back the covers for you. he knows you hate it when he calls you that, but tonight you don't protest. "c'mere."
you slip in, instantly curling up against his side. geto feels his whole body thrum when your ice-cold skin presses up against his. his body automatically wraps around yours, tugging your waist closer, slipping his arm beneath your head. he's never been this close to you. it feels wrong, but it also feels natural.
"better?" he says, lips brushing the back of your neck. he feels you stiffen a little at his warm breath.
"much," you say. you pull his arm tighter around you and nestle into the curve of his body. "and just so we're clear: no funny business."
"i wouldn't dream of it," he says, voice low. you smell so good. so you. he feels something instinctive, something evolutionary in himself say this is it, isn't it? "as i've said many times before, you utterly repulse me. we could never be more than roommates."
"never ever," you say, and as you do, you bring his knuckles up to your lips and press a warm, soft kiss on them. geto bites back a gasp. he's suddenly very aware of his t-shirt and shorts being the only barriers separating his body from yours.
"get that haircut, suguru," you whisper, so soft he almost doesn't catch it. "then we'll talk."
"okay," he whispers back, then, closing his eyes, he settles into the bed, with you in his arms. slowly, slowly, his breathing falls into step with yours: inhale, exhale. inhale... exhale. (just before he drifts off, he makes a mental note to call the nearest salon tomorrow.)
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I feel like we donât talk enough about the Destiel side of the actual âMothra vs. Godzillaâ scene of s04e10 âHeaven and Hell.â I mean, Iâve seen a lot of posts about Casâ look of jealousy when Anna kisses Dean, and I absolutely agree that itâs significant⊠but I also think weâre missing out on something in the scene as regards Alastair. (Yes, Iâm aware other people have probably talked about this before; Iâm just saying that I havenât seen those discussions.)
Because we have the following sequence of events:
Cas tries to smite Alastair.
It doesnât work.
Alastair pulls a reverse exorcism and starts driving Castiel out of Jimmyâs vessel.
Dean intervenes.
But what that doesnât cover is that Dean intervenes by whacking Alastair on the head with a freaking crowbar. The man legitimately found the one thing he had nearby that could be construed as a weapon and used it on the immortal demon whoâd just resisted angelic smiting. Oh, more even than that: the demon who had tortured him in hell for thirty-plus years. To save an angel heâd met, what, a few months earlier??
Just saying, even for Dean thatâs ballsy, risky, and oddly protective.
jonas vingegaard is eminently meow meowable. look at him next to everyone else from jumbo visma! he's got a chin half the size! and little sticks for arms!! pikachu ass mf đ„°
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Iâve done this tag before, so you can see the rules and stuff here. Iâm just going to jump into it!
âSo those were witches?â Natalie mumbled under her breath.Â
âTheyâre actually good kids, when theyâre not shouting about the end of the world.â Tanisha answered.Â
 âI tried to tell them they need to stop believing in all that stuff. Witches, vampires, you name it. They donât need any of it, not with whatâs coming.âÂ
 Natalie was glad to hear that Tanisha was against the whole thing. âYeah, well, if they arenât going to listen, Iâll just have to do it for them.âÂ
 âAre you going to cast a spell?â Natalie said.Â
 âNo, thatâs why Iâm here.âÂ
Tanisha pointed to a guy standing in the middle of the room. âThis is Juan, the priest in charge
Honestly, this might be even more exciting than what Iâve been writing lmao
For this, Iâm going to tag @a-berry-existential-crisis @neilrex999 @pigeon-hold @cloudygreywolf @as21-7 @lunarmoment @surewhynot and anyone else!
Hey guys Iâm putting this in my queue. Not for any particular reason, just because. Itâs so cool when you think about it- when you guys read this, youâll be receiving communication from the past. The elections will have come and gone, a new year will have probably begun. Some of us may be new people when this is posted. Whether weâre happier or feeling low, it doesnât matter. Change is beautiful. Weâre all such wonderful, complex, dynamic creatures. The world is beautiful. Look around you! Such incredible nature and genius human innovation everywhere that we should embrace and appreciate because it makes our planet a better place! You are beautiful. Wherever youâre at right now, whoever youâve become or are becoming, you are a miracle. Did you know that the adult body is made of 7,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 (7 octillion) atoms? Thatâs more stars than there are in our galaxy (there are 300,000,000,000, or 300 billion, in case you were wondering). Human bones are as strong as granite, too. A block of bone the size of a matchbox could support up to 9 tonnes of weight! And even though we canât see it because our eyes are too weak to perceive it, humans are bioluminescent and glow in the dark. You are a masterpiece. Youâre made up of a universe, youâre stronger than concrete, you glow like a firefly dancing in the sky. Please remember: everything will be ok in the end. If itâs not ok, itâs not the end.
