#Daily drabble

[maxinemaxmayfield]

For the STWG daily drabble prompt: alarm ⏰ (gen, 100 words, implied steddie)

“Eddie! Eds – wake up!” 

Steve’s voice rouses him from a deep sleep. His eyelids are too heavy for this shit. It’s gotta be the middle of the night. He rolls over begrudgingly. 

“Wha’?” he mumbles, eyes still closed. 

“It’s almost noon.” 

His eyes fly open, heaviness be damned. “But the alarm–”

“–Didn’t go off,” Steve finishes for him.

“But we were supposed to pick the kids up–”

“–An hour ago.”

“We’re dead.”

“So dead.” 

Then he hears it, getting louder, more than just the usual midday trailer park sounds he’s used to. Bicycles on gravel. Voices shouting. Bells ringing. 

Fuck.

[jenanigans1207]

1/10/25: misery

Dean has spent somewhere around three days sulking in his room.

He wouldn’t admit he was sulking, of course. But inside, he knew that’s what he was doing. And he was sure that Sam knew it too— though Sam wouldn’t have any problem saying it. In fact, Sam had already proven that fact when he’d come banging on Dean’s door yesterday, telling him to stop sulking and come help him look for cases.

Cas would be back, Sam had said, and Dean knew that was most likely true. But the problem was that he wanted Cas back now, not at some theoretical time in the future. And he didn’t want to look for cases, he was so fucking sick of cases. He wanted a few goddamn days off with Cas by his side to relax and try to recuperate and at the current moment, he had none of those things. Cas was gone, Sam was looking for more cases, and when he wasn’t, he was pestering Dean to the point that relaxation became completely impossible.

When yet another knock sounds on Dean’s door, he groans and throws a hand over his eyes, “Samantha, leave me the hell alone. I told you, I’m not sulking, I’m just—“

But it isn’t Sam’s voice that says a quiet “Dean,” on the other side of the door.

Dean is up and off his bed in seconds, wrenching his door open to find a familiar trench coat and blue eyes waiting for him on the other side. For one ridiculous second, Dean imagines just throwing himself at Cas, practically tackling him in a hug. For a second ridiculous second, he thinks about grabbing the lapels of that stupid coat and dragging Cas to him, instead. In this one he doesn’t know if he hugs Cas or kisses the hell out of him, but both would be acceptable.

Instead, what he actually does is mumble, “you’re back.”

Cas offers him a tentative smile as he clearly scans and assesses Dean. Dean’s sure he looks like a mess in rumpled clothes and dark circles, but he doesn’t really care. “Yes. I thought that perhaps my mission would be something that would be better for us to do together.”

Dean tries not to deflate, he really does. But it stings a little that the only reason Cas came back so soon was just for the ease of his mission and not because he wanted to be here with the same sort of desperation that Dean wants him to stay here.

“Sure,” he says with as much feigned casual indifference as he can muster. “Let’s go round up Sammy and you can tell us about it.”

Dean steps out of his room and reaches to close the door, but a hand against the front of his shoulder stops him. It’s the shoulder that is most familiar with Cas’s touch, but an entirely different area, with Cas’s palm flat against his chest instead of curled around the angle of his shoulder. It stills Dean immediately.

“Sam will not be required for this.” Cas offers as explanation.

It takes Dean’s stumbling brain several seconds to catch up and make sense out of what’s being said to him. “What?”

This time when Cas smiles at him, it’s warm and indulgent. “Come with me.” Is all he says.

Dean doesn’t have much of a choice but to follow, dumbfounded, as Cas leads him through the halls of the bunker. It’s after about the third turn in the winding hallways that Dean realizes he’s being led to the Dean Cave. He doesn’t say anything, but he glances at Cas who has a small smile on his face as he returns the gaze, no doubt realizing that Dean has recognized their destination.

Once they reach the entrance to the Dean Cave, Cas pauses and takes a step to the side, throwing the door open with one hand while the other settles at the small of Dean’s back. Dean’s so distracted by the touch that he almost doesn’t notice the mountain of blankets and snacks piled in the Dean Cave, lights low and one of his favorite Westerns already pulled up and paused. The usual recliners have even been replaced by a gigantic couch that only Cas and his angel strength could have gotten in here unnoticed. The recliners have been moved one to either side of the couch.

“I have been told,” Cas begins as Dean takes in the scene before him, his hand still a warm presence against Dean’s back. “That you are miserable in my absence.”

“I’m gonna kill Sammy.” Dean mumbles.

Cas presses on, undeterred. “And as I understand it, misery loves company.” Cas pauses for a second, glancing at Dean. “That is the saying, yes?”

And yeah, that is the saying. But it’s the completely wrong execution of it. When misery loves company, it loves other people to feel miserable too. It doesn’t mean it wants angels to sweep in, putting their own plans on hold to curl up and watch western movies that they notoriously hate. Dean feels warm all over.

“Yeah, Cas.” He musters through a tight throat. “That’s the saying.”

Cas smiles warmly again. “Excellent. Then, I am here to be your company until you are no longer miserable.”

Dean doesn’t say that his misery is already cured just by Cas doing this. But he does say something equally stupid. “If I’m miserable without you, that means you have to be here forever.”

“Then I will be.” Cas says like it’s the most simple thing in the world.

And for the first time, maybe it is. For the first goddamn time, maybe it’s as straightforward as that. For the first time, maybe it’s as simple as Dean reaching out and taking what Cas is offering him.

Dean turns. Cas is already looking at him.

For the first time, it’s as easy as the gravity that’s always been pulling them together. Dean stops fighting and finally falls into Cas.

[wolfwind3]

Eloquent

“... Even put a stop in death.” Severus cursed and turned away from the mirror. He had worked so hard to get rid of the stutter, but now he was mixing up the words? He couldn't do anything right.

He paced around the room, muttering to himself. “Stopper in, stopper in, put a stopper in…”

The words lost all meaning before he finally stopped and turned back to the mirror.

He didn't look like a professor. He was as small and skinny as ever, and much too young. But he had no choice. He straightened and began again. “You are here…”

[starryeyedjanai]

“Do you think we would’ve ever gotten to know each other if not for, you know, all of this?” Eddie asks, vaguely gesturing with one hand.

Steve thinks about it for a moment. “With Dustin’s meddling, I’m sure I’d still know you in some alternate universe without the Upside Down.”

“But would you have met Dustin if he didn’t need your help with the demodog?”

“I think he’d have weaseled his way into our lives somehow.”

“Yeah, and he would’ve made sure we became friends in any world.”

“Yeah, ‘friends’,” Steve snorts, looking pointedly at their hands clasped between them.

[4-the-tainted-sorrow-21]

Missed a couple days due to medical issues, but I’m back at it! Fanfiction Library discord Daily Drabble #4; Timberkon edition.

Prompt: “Are you cold?”

“Are you cold?” Kon asked. Not like he really needed to considering both his boyfriends were curled up under a blanket and still shivering, but he thought the sentiment might be nice.

“Very,” Bernard replied. “We really need to replace this heater.”

Tim nodded. “I already called someone, but they won’t be here until tomorrow morning.”

Kon was perfectly alright with that. First of all, the cold didn’t affect him much, and second—

“Sounds like a good excuse to cuddle. I’ve been told I’m like a walking furnace, y’know.”

Two pairs of eyes lit up at that. Cute, very very cute. Tim lifted the blanket as Bernard waved him over.

“Get your ass over here, then,” Tim said with a smile.

Kon chuckled lightly. “Now that I can do.”

He was quick to hop under the blankets and crawl his way to the center. Immediately, his boyfriends curled around him and sighed in relief. He was quick to wrap his arms them and hold them closer.

“I always forget how warm you are,” Tim said. “Thank god for Kryponian biology.”

“And TTK,” Kon added. “I’ve also been told that adds to it.”

“I second that,” Bernard mumbled against his chest. “Your TTK is the best heated blanket I could ever ask for.”

“I’m flattered.”

“And I am now very warm, plus Tim’s fingers don’t feel like I’ve blocks anymore, so I’m glad we all have the good vibes flowing.”

Tim hummed in agreement.

They were like cats when they got like this. Kon kind of wanted to smother them in cuddles and kisses and never let them go, but they did have lives. He would be happy with just this night, though.

“Yeah, me too.”

It may have come out softer than he intended it to but that’s alright. He was soft for these two anyway, and they knew it.

Tags: @yeetus-feetus

[anonarat]

There were some people who saw Maple as a cheater, others who saw her as a power players, still others who saw her as something of a mascot of NewWorld Online. To some, she was even considered a goddess of the fantasy world.

But to Sally, to Risa, she was a dear and invaluable friend. Still, unfortunately, just a friend.

Sally was not an expert flirt, even if Maple truly enjoyed her company, she still found it difficult to take that final step. However brave, however confident she was in her abilities as a gamer, her heart was still vulnerable.

[bubble-popping]

day 10! more roleswap au :) this time c!dteam actually have good communication? crazy stuff

George followed the pacing netherborn with a bored gaze. Black hair was ablaze with tall flames, lighting up the entire ravine with its intensity. Even so far back, George could feel the heat, but he'd long grown accustomed to his friend's explosive outbursts.

"And he was totally clueless! He acted like he didn't just murder like ten people! Then he just-poof! Gone! What kind of coward does that?!"

"I think you're totally overthinking this, Sap-"

"And you!!" The panda hybrid abruptly spun around to point at him. "How are you so calm about this!? He just killed you!!"

"Me and several other people, yeah. That's kinda how firework rockets work."

"Aren't you mad? Aren't you pissed off?!"

"I mean, at first, yeah. I don't really care now though."

"WHAT?? How can you just let go of something like that?!"

George shrugged. "Look, Bad was being weird. He was pressuring Dream to do it, and Dream didn't even fire at me. Firework rockets are just that OP. And... Sapnap, c'mon. We know his past."

"That doesn't excuse the fact that-"

Heavy footsteps interrupted their argument, causing Sapnap's fire to cut out. They both looked up at the criss-crossing paths created to better traverse the two sides of the ravine. A familiar figure trudged down cobblestone steps and wooden bridges.

They watched as the hunched silhouette lumbered to the lowest level, cape and tail dragging along the ground. Green eyes seemed to glow in the torch light despite being half-lidded with exhaustion. "Hey, guys."

A tense silence followed.

Then, like a proper inferno, Sapnap blew up again. "THAT'S IT??? You kill George-you kill a bunch of people, actually, and that's all you can say!?"

Dream visibly flinched, grimacing. "I just, I wasn't sure what to say-"

"How about, oh I don't know, AN APOLOGY?"

"You're right." The ender hybrid nodded and glanced to the brunette before hesitantly approaching him. George watched him get closer, and tried not to let it show that the blood--his blood--staining his friend made him feel more put off than he expected. "George."

"Dream."

"I..." The taller tried, only to get promptly choked up. Tears started to build on his lashes, just when he thought he'd run out of those. He clenched his hands into fists, needing something to hold now more than ever. "I'm sorry. I didn't, you know I would never hurt you, or Sapnap, or Sam or-ya know, you guys are my friends and I-I love you guys, I just-" He had to stop again, throat closing as his tears started to run.

"Hey," a soft whisper came. Gentle hands slipped between his, and when he looked, George offered a warm smile. "It's okay, Dream. I forgive you."

"You-you do?"

The shorter nodded. "I could see something was off. You weren't yourself out there."

"Yeah, somethin'... something like that."

"This server tends to have that effect on people. Besides, I got more, ya know?" The Brit joked. Thankfully, it finally got Dream to smile.

"Yeah," he agreed, then looked to Sapnap who had his arms crossed and gaze downcast. Dream reluctantly pulled away from George to stand before the netherian. "Sapnap?"

"Why'd you do it?" Sapnap asked without looking up.

"I didn't want to. Bad was..." Dream sighed as he tried to find the words. "I dunno what he was trying to do, but he mentioned my past, Sap-"

"That's my dad you're talking about, ya know."

"I know. Your father, who exiled you from your own country, Sapnap." He didn't miss how Sapnap flinched, clearly wrestling with that knowledge himself.

"You promised you'd never hurt us, Dream. You said that life was behind you."

"And I felt terrible when I realized what I did. I killed George, I almost killed you, I... I felt like I'd betrayed you guys. That's not what I came here to do, and I'm sorry. I understand if you don't forgive me. Regardless, I'm going to do better. I'll be someone who protects you guys with my strength, not hurts you."

Finally, Sapnap looked up to meet Dream's gaze, and found only steely determination.

"I believe you, Dream. I know you can do good. I've seen it. And, honestly, some of it's my fault too. I should've stepped in sooner. I should've been there to back you up."

"What's done is done. Only thing we can do now is move forward."

"So, friends?" Sapnap held out his fist.

"Best friends." Dream grinned and bumped his own fist to Sapnap's.

"Great, now that we're all friends again, can you please take a bath, Dream?" George piped up from behind them, causing Dream to jolt and fluster with embarrassment.

"R-right. I'm gonna go do that."

[hairstevington]

Daily Drabble 9/26/23

Prompt: “Hey, that’s mine!”

So, I’m part of a discord where every day we get a prompt and write a quick ficlet about it. Mine are usually Steddie related (naturally) and today I decided to post mine. If anyone is interested in me continuing to post these, please let me know!

“What do we have here?”

Steve’s face went completely pale. When he’d invited the man he’d been secretly pining over to hang out at the Harrington house, he had neglected to think about how said man would behave.

The first thing Eddie did was demand a tour of the “castle.” That’s what he’d called it - a castle. Steve walked him through some of the rooms, and then before he could stop him, Eddie was climbing up the stairs on all fours like a child.

Steve couldn’t believe he had a crush on such a fucking doofus.

They’d made it to Steve’s room, and then Eddie teased him mercilessly about the decor. The shitty wallpaper, the bowling pin, the lack of “teenage boy shit.”

But then, Eddie had taken it upon himself to open the drawer of Steve’s desk, where from it he pulled out a folded piece of paper.

Oh, no.

“Hey, that’s mine!” Steve shouted, crossing the room swiftly and trying to snatch it from Eddie’s grasp. Unfortunately, Eddie was spry as hell, so it proved to be difficult. “Give it back, Eds.”

“Tell me what’s in it and I will,” he replied. Steve rolled his eyes.

“That’s dumb. I lose either way.”

“Yeah, looks like you have no choice then.” Eddie grinned, and the way his eyes bore into Steve’s left him blushing.

Fuck it. If Eddie didn’t know already, he might as well know now.

“Fine,” Steve said. “Open it.”

So, Eddie did. Steve stood there and watched Eddie unfold the paper and read its contents until his eyes bulged from his head.

Steve had almost slipped this note into Eddie’s locker last year, but chickened out. Although, he was pretty proud of how poetic it had came out, so he didn’t throw it away. Steve wasn’t usually the best with words.

“Oh,” Eddie finally said. Steve shrugged.

“Yeah.”

Eddie folded the note back up and stuck it in his pocket, then smiled.

“Goddamn, Harrington,” he said. “Took you long enough.”

——————-

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[asylumforsaints]

24

It's grocery day! Happy shopping, happy living. I met a woman in the bakery section, and she was staring a bit too long at the discount items. I might have been staring too, which the store manager didn't like. The woman offered me one of the free bread samples. I tasted one and it was poison! She admitted to dipping it in detergent. I thought it was a glaze. I didn't think she would try to kill me. The store manager came by again and threw us both out of the building. The woman turned to leave, but not before giving me a coupon for the next promo special, buy-two-take-three of bottled detergent. She still wanted to kill me! I tore up the coupon and just went home.

[mothmantoaflame]

Prompt: Potion

Word count: 683

Pairing/character(s): steddie

“Steve? You ready?” Eddie shouts into the house as he pushes the door open without knocking.

“Yeah I’ll be down in a second.” Steve shouts back from upstairs, Eddie wanders through his living whilst he’s waiting picking up random items, a few rocks that he’s pretty sure he gave Steve and a few interesting looking plants that have been left laying around he assumes they’re harmless if they’ve just been left out where anyone could get to them. He wanders into the small cluttered kitchen there’s nothing interesting lying around in here except for an old looking book that’s open on a page that Eddies sure is very interesting if you have any idea what it says but he doesn’t do he flips through a few more pages before glancing at his watch. His eyes land on the cup of what Eddie thinks is tea that’s beside it, picking it up completely unsurprised to find that it's still warm. Steve's notorious for making drinks and never actually finishing any of them, oh well his loss, Eddie thinks before taking a sip from the cup. As the warm liquid hits his tongue it’s butter taste fills his mouth making his face scrunch up as he sticks his tongue in disgust. Why would anyone drink this?

“Ed’s” Steve calls from the living room

“In here.” Eddie answers, placing the cup back where he’d found it as Steve enters the room.

“That tastes awful.” He tells the other man

“You drank it?” Steve asks a confused frown falling across his face.

“Yeah.” Eddie shrugs

“Why would you drink it?”

“It was in a cup-” he says like it’s the most obvious answer in the world “-Who puts anything but drinks in a cup?”

“Me.” Steve answers

“Well then you can only blame yourself for this.” Eddie crosses his arms over his chest.

“Wh-“ a hiccup interrupts the metalheads sentence as he tries to ask what he’d drank, another hiccup forces its way out immediately but this time his firm shifts getting smaller until in Eddie's place is a moth.

“Huh” Steve frowns “it’s not meant to do that.” He comments his attention shifting away from Eddie and back to the book on the kitchen table, flipping back to the page he’d been reading earlier, he looks over it trying to figure out what he’d done wrong. Another hiccup followed by an annoyed meow draws Steve’s attention back to the current problem. A small snort escapes before Steve can suppress it, Eddie is managing to look very annoyed whilst also being the fluffiest cat Steve has ever seen.

Another hiccup turns the metalhead into a floppy eared rabbit crouching down in front of him Steve can’t resist scratching the top of his little head, his fur is so soft.

“What did we learn?” Steve asks, receiving an annoyed foot stomp in response he continues.

“That’s right, don’t drink random liquids if we don’t know what they are even if they are in a cup.”

Another hiccup turns Eddie into a rather large dog that makes Steve very glad he’d resisted the urge to pick him up.

“Don’t worry it’ll wear off in a couple of hours.” He reassures Eddie as he stands back up scratching behind one of his pricked ears earning a small puff of air from Eddie that he’s sure is meant to show his irritation at the whole situation but his tail thumping against the kitchen floor undermines him.

After a few minutes of Eddie hiccuping and changing form Steve decides to head back into his living room flopping down onto his old coach and flipping on the tv preparing to stay in tonight as it looks like their previous plans would have to be put on hold for now. A parrot flies into the room settling on the back of the couch and Steve can’t resist saying.

“You know you’ve only yourself to blame for this.” Laughing as Eddie pecks at him a few times before another hiccup turns him into a bee, it’s going to be a long interesting night Steve thinks.

[maxinemaxmayfield]

For the STWG daily drabble prompt: summer camp

“You were a summer camp kid?” Eddie asks, looking at the photo stuck up beside Steve’s desk.

He’s probably about 8, missing a front tooth, hair messy and a carefree smile across his face.

“Yeah, that a surprise?”

“Just figured you were more of a horse-back-riding-and-sailing kind of kid.”

Steve snorts. “It’s Indiana, Eddie. You want your kid to disappear for a couple months, you send them to camp.”

Eddie hums, looking closer at the shirt Steve’s wearing. It’s a grainy photo, old and faded, but he recognises that design.

“Wait… is that Camp Tippecanoe?”

“You know it?”

“Uh, yeah, I went there.”

Steve looks at him curiously. “You didn’t even live in Hawkins back then.”

“No, but Wayne applied for me to go. They had a program for ‘underprivileged’ kids, probably a tax break thing or something. But I got in, and he offered to drive me, so my folks couldn’t say no.”

Steve drops down next to his bed, reaching underneath and pulling out a battered shoebox. He doesn’t say a word, just removes the lid and starts rifling through the contents.

“What are you doing?” Eddie asks him, kneeling on the other side of the box.

“What year were you there?”

“Uh, I was… I think around 10, maybe? So probably 1976.”

Steve doesn’t answer, just keeps flipping through the photos like he’s looking for something he knows is in there.

He stops at a photo of two boys side-by-side. “I went every summer until I was 12, Ed. Every single summer.”

And then Eddie is looking at a photo of his younger self, hair buzzed and a skinny arm thrown around the boy next to him, a boy who looks an awful lot like -

“You were little Stevie?” Eddie bites the inside of his cheek, eyes dropping from Steve’s at a sudden memory that crashes over him like a rogue wave.

“How much do you remember about that summer?” Steve asks, quietly.

Eddie keeps his eyes on the carpet between them, suddenly very interested in memorising the exact shade.

“Everything,” he finally admits.

“Me too.”

And when he looks back up, he sees the same soft, kind eyes he saw behind the mess hall right before he leaned in for his first kiss. A kiss with a boy he never thought he’d see again after that summer. A kiss he never forgot.

[jenanigans1207]

1/8/25: Embrace

“Cas! Hey, hey, you okay?”

Cas blinks blearily, trying to make sense of what’s going on. He’s on the ground, his head is pounding, and there’s a strong stinging sensation along his cheek. It takes him a second to figure out what he’s looking at, some mixture of black and a beautiful, vibrant green swirling together until Cas makes out Dean’s concerned face just inches from his.

“Cas, c’mon,” Dean urges, a hand fitting to his shoulder. “Can you sit up?”

Cas thinks that he probably can, but as he moves to try and place an arm under him, he’s met with a pounding in his head so violent that he can only finch and press closer to the ground. Dean lets out a breath above him, his hand a steady and comforting weight on Cas’s shoulder. He’s quiet for a minute, but even with his eyes closed, Cas can feel the weight of his stare.

“He okay?” Sam’s voice calls from the other end of the room.

“Probably a concussion.” Dean answers, his hand moving gently up and down Cas’s arm in a soothing gesture. “And he’s got a nasty cut on his cheek. But he’s still breathing.”

“We can work with that.” Sam answers and Dean huffs out a soft laugh above Cas.

The pounding in his head has subsided, so Cas attempts to open his eyes again. Dean is still right there, and he’s still beautiful, staring at Cas with blatant concern.

“Dean,” Cas manages, and Dean shushes him immediately,

“Hey, you hit your head pretty hard. I’m going to help you sit up, okay?” Dean’s other hand gently begins to wedge itself under Cas’s side. “It’s gonna feel like shit for a second once you’re up, but I promise it’ll subside.”

Cas groans in response.

“Hey,” Dean says again, and the tone of his voice indicates that he expects Cas to look at him. Cas meets his gaze immediately. “You trust me, right?”

“Yes—” Cas says and before he can even finish the last part of the word, Dean is hoisting him up into a sitting position.

Dean was right, it is shit for the first few seconds. His head throbs and the world spins and Cas thinks he might find out what throwing up is like for the first time. He hunches forward immediately, his eyes closing in a desperate attempt to protect his head. He feels his forehead brush against the solid plane of Dean’s chest and if he were even a little more coherent right now, he would expect Dean to pull away and be surprised that he doesn’t. But he isn’t coherent, he isn’t thinking about anything other than how truly awful this feels, and so he presses into the comforting warmth that is Dean and doesn’t even notice until the throbbing subsides again.

Once Cas has been seated upright for a minute or two, the world starts to return to him slowly, He hears Sam dragging something around in the distance, hears him splintering wood to create a pyre. He hears the faint sounds of nature outside in the distance. And then he hears Dean breathing, and he realizes just how close he is. In a panic, he attempts to sit abruptly upright, only to find that there’s an arm around his shoulders holding him in place.

“Woah,” Dean murmurs quietly between them, “Careful. If you sit up that fast, you’re gonna go back to feeling like shit.”

“Dean,” Cas says again, like Dean’s name is a lifeline that he can hold onto in this disorienting situation. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so close.”

“It’s alright, Cas.” Dean speaks just as quietly as before and it dawns on Cas that he’s doing it on purpose to try and spare his head the discomfort. Cas feels both love and gratitude wash over him. “Just take it easy for a sec, yeah? Let yourself adjust and when you’re ready, I’ll get you patched up, But you’re gonna be out of commission for a few days with the knock you took to your head.”

Cas sighs, but allows himself to sink back into Dean. He tries not to think of the arm around his shoulder, of the way it feels more like an intimate embrace than anything else. He tries not to think about the way Dean is solid and steady, gently adjusting Cas until he’s able to fully relax into Dean.

“I’m sorry.” He says again, and he sounds miserable to his own ears.

Dean shakes his head a little, and Cas feels the motion ruffle some of his hair. “None of that.” Dean instructs. “You think Sammy and I haven’t had our fair share of concussions? It’s part of the job.”

“It’s a bad part of the job.” Cas remarks and is rewarded with a warm squeeze of the shoulder and the sound of Dean’s laugh.

They stay that way for another minute, Dean’s hand drawing soothing patterns through Cas’s trench coat. They don’t talk, just remain close while Sam continues to work in the background. Once Cas feels ready, he sits up slowly, and this time Dean lets him go, but he’s never more than a foot away, He inspects the injury on Cas’s cheek carefully, his fingers deft and gentle. Cas tries not to count the shades of green in Dean’s eyes, but then finds himself counting the number of freckles on his cheeks instead. He tries to turn his head away, but a gentle grip on his chin holds him steady.

Once Dean cleans Cas up to a level that will tide them over until the motel, he nods in approval and leans away.

“You’re set for now.” Dean says, and then he hesitates for a moment before adding, “Don’t scare me like that again though, okay?”

“I will try not to.” Cas answers, gaze finally downturned now that his face is free.

Dean shakes his head fondly, reaching to help Cas up. “We’ll work on it.”

[wolfwind3]

Someone mentioned wanting to see a severitus where Harry took Snape's attempts to parent him as just a normal way for adults to act (it's not like Harry has context for that) and was blindsided by Snape wanting to adopt him. I really like the idea!

Non sequitur

Harry was doing his homework in Snape’s quarters, as usual, when the professor cleared his throat.

“Harry. How do you feel about adoption?”

Harry snorted. “No one would want me.”

“I do.” Snape's voice was rough, the way it got sometimes when he felt like he had to talk about emotions. It almost seemed sincere.

But that was impossible. “No, you don't. You don't even like me.”

“I've been taking care of you for years!”

“The Dursleys died mysteriously, and someone has to do it. You're my teacher.” Harry shrugged.

Snape stared at him, apparently at a loss for words.

[carrotblr]

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@asylumforsaints

[4-the-tainted-sorrow-21]

Ohhh boy it’s been a Wild three weeks. Life kept throwing train wreck after train wreck at me to keep me from writing (during skkbb…just like last year…it’s a curse I fear) but I’m almost out the other side so!! Some more Timberkon drabbles!

For the fanfiction library discord daily drabbles/advent calendar:

Prompt: Snowed in

Ship: Timberkon

“Baby, it’s cold outside,” Kon sang. Kind of. He was trying, and it was the effort that made Bernard smile more than anything.

“Kon—”

“No, he’s right,” Tim said. “It’s way too cold for you to go out right now. And anyway, I’m 90% sure that if I open this door right now it’ll be completely snowed shut. Why don’t you spare me the effort and just stay for today?”

Bernard sighed. “I have things to do.”

“Uh huh. Your classes are cancelled—if not then online—today, and I’m pretty sure you’re not working right now. So. What’s so urgent you can’t spend a day in with your boyfriends. We barely see you these days.”

“I have to go to the library! Research! I have finals coming up, and—”

Kon shushed him with a finger to his lips. “And nothing. You do realize Tim can access like, any file or book you request, right? Hell, I’m sure he could hack his way past paywalls in his sleep. Everything you could need is right here. You need a chance to rest, Bern. Just chill with us for today.”

Tim nodded. “Yup. I can get any resources you need. Stay?”

Bernard looked between the two of them. They sure made a pretty convincing argument.

“Well…fine. But I’d better be getting an ungodly amount of cuddles and a cup of Alfred’s hot chocolate I know you’ve been hiding.”

They grinned. “Deal.”

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Angel Fusion Drabble #1: Francesca's Revelation

The girl was a brat. It didn't matter how much her parents warned her about the dangers of the world. It was her playground.

So even though she was told not to wander off, she still went into the woods. She wanted to get away from pesky people and see animals.

But what she found was an abandoned cabin. And in it was a being, radiating an energy that was both sinister and holy. It was human and animal and something else all at once.

She realized the world wasn't safe after all. And she was consumed by unending wrath.