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cobaltperun · 1 day ago

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Hi, I was just wondering if you could do a bottom Tara x top g!p female reader fic?!

where Tara and reader are dating but when sam finds out she forbids reader to come over to their apartment the only time they see each is in college. So T and R are texting 24/7 and one evening things get a little spicy like they start sexting ig sending stuff too each other (if you get what I mean) then Tara decides to sneak out because she's missing reader (vice versa) and goes to reader's apartment and they do it for the first time also could it be soft smut and some aftercare maybe. It's just T and R being gay af!

You don't have to do this btw thanks either way!Bye have a good day/night :)

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SMUT! Bottom Tara Carpenter x Top G!P Female Reader

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“You are what?!” the scream Sam let out echoed through the apartment making absolutely everyone present, you and Tara included, flinch. This was not the reaction you hoped for, though Tara did warn you it would probably be like this. You had no idea how bad it would get.

“We are dating,” Tara repeated and you could tell by the way she reached out and grabbed your hand that she desperately needed to feel your touch to calm down. How could Sam not see that? See beyond the fact that she herself didn’t know you?

“Absolutely not! Tara you met her what? A month ago?” Sam was not accepting this at all. You could see the fury in her eyes as she looked at you as if you immediately threatened to hurt her sister. You knew what the reason was and you definitely couldn't blame her for it. But it still hurt to see she didn't trust Tara's judgment. Tara was an adult. She went through even more than Sam did and she just wanted to live her life, which included falling in love and dating, and you hoped one day moving in with you so you could build your future together.

Yeah. You were whipped.

“Four months, actually,” Tara rolled her eyes. The two of you met in college on the first day. You sat next to each other and immediately got along and fast forward three months, some time after she had opened up to you about how she was attacked and nearly killed by one of her closest friends, she just asked you out and you accepted it. You definitely developed a crush on her a lot sooner than that, and while that wasn't important at the moment you really believed Tara knew that all along. She just had a way of knowing just how you felt about her, in her own words, you were an open book in her eyes.

“That's not nearly long enough,” Sam pointed the finger at you, the fury in her eyes not fading even slightly.

“Hey, Sam wait!” Tara tried to stop her sister, but it was too late.

“Out right now. If I ever see you close to Tara things will not end well for you,” you had no doubts about just how serious Sam was and you saw Tara’s jaw dropping.

“What the fuck Sam?!” Tara screamed at her sister and quickly turned to you as you got up. “No this isn't what I want!” she jumped to her feet after you and stepped in front of you. “Hey, just listen to me, this isn't what I want,” it hurt you to see her like this, in pain and afraid, and her eyes already filling with tears.

For the first time since you came to the apartment you glared at Sam.

“Come on Sam give it girl a chance,” Chad tried to get her to see reason but a single glare shut him down.

“I will not risk Tara's safety,” Sam would not listen, in fact, she stood up as if to show you the way out. You swallowed the lump in your throat as Tara grabbed onto your hand to keep you from leaving, tears were falling down her face.

“I don't want this, please,” her hands trembled as she said that and for a moment you stopped glaring at Sam.

Your eyes softened and you gently brushed the tears off Tara’s face. “I know you,” whispered and leaned down to kiss her, Sam be damned. Tara relaxed into the kiss, realizing you weren’t going to leave her, and she kissed your back and poured all of her love into that one single kiss. When you separated you turned to Sam returning her glare without flinching for a single moment.

Sam was intimidating there was no doubt about it, but this was a lot more important. “You can try all you want, Sam, you will not scare me away. Got it? Drop the protective big sister bullshit because no one gets to make my girlfriend cry. Not even you,” the temperature in the room dropped when you said that and you could tell everyone just got on the verge of running away and you could not blame them.

Sam looked even more furious, she looked ready to spit fire and rain hell upon you, but you stood your ground. And to make your defiance even more clear you stepped around Tara and faced her sister head on with nothing blocking her path.

Sam remained silent for now, just glaring at you and you nodded, feeling like this ended about as well as it could. “Glad that's clear, I’ll see you later Sam,” you made your point clear, there was no reason to stick around because hanging out with Tara at this point, in this situation and in their apartment wouldn’t do any good for anyone, you and Tara especially.

~X~

She absolutely won the lottery. She would never try to even purchase a ticket because all her luck was just spent on getting the most amazing, badass girlfriends she could ever hope for. Did the way you talked back to Sam make her wet? Yes, yes it did.

Would she have gone to her room to handle that if everyone else still wasn’t at the apartment? Yes, she would have.

Would she do it tonight? Absolutely.

~X~

After what happened last week you and Tara kept seeing each other only at college, and that, more often than not, led to both of you just ditching the classes and getting coffee and croissants from a local bakery you both loved to visit. You did not expect that single decision to haunt you for the rest of the week. You both thought you were just that slick about it as you skipped several classes over the past week just so you spend time together and act like an actual couple instead of two people hiding from the world.

The world in this case being Tara's sister.

If Tara started failing classes because of her absence, well, that would be entirely on Sam.

~X~

Tara should have seen the trouble coming from a mile away. She just had too much fun today, walking with you in the park, grabbing breakfast, you even managed to catch a movie, and it was actually a good one! And to make things even better Tara couldn't keep her hand away from your own, constantly holding it as you went from one place to another.

And then the world just turned against her. She opened the doors and saw Sam expecting her with a stern look on her face, and arms crossed, sitting at the table in the kitchen.

She was in so much trouble.

“You were with her, weren't you?” well she couldn't exactly confess, so she would at least try to deny it. What were the chances that Sam had an actual proof Tara skipped classes with you?

“We were catching up on some lesson we missed, so classes got extended,” Tara lied a bit easier than she thought she would, but she figured the habits she picked up on while she was living with her mother were difficult to get rid of.

“Do not lie to me, Tara!” she flinched at Sam’s shout. “I went to pick you up and you weren't there. And when I asked your classmates if you even came to the classes, they told me neither of you showed up today!” Tara was caught pretty much red-handed and Sam knew it.

Tara sighed and sat down across the table. “You can't expect me to break up with her, Sam. I love her!” she was getting frustrated by Sam's behavior. Why couldn't her sister just let her go, just let her live her own life.

“Tara, you don't love her, you don't even know her properly! She could be dangerous,” this paranoia had to stop, because Sam saw everyone that tried to approach Tara as an enemy, as someone Tara needed protection from.

“Sam do you hear yourself?” Tara couldn’t deal with it anymore. “We are living with Quinn and she keeps bringing random guys to the apartment! Any one of them could be as psycho that just gets up one night and kills all three of us. You don't know those guys, yet you let Quinn bring them along!” Terra pointed out, exasperated by Sam not being able to see logic in her words, more importantly she was furious because Sam wouldn't trust her judgment.

She knew you. She had complete trust in you. And she got betrayed in a worse way than Sam did, after all while Richie was Sam’s boyfriend, Amber has been Tara’s friend for over a decade by that point.

“That isn't how Ghostface works and you know that,” Sam argued back. Ghostface this, Ghostface that. Tara was getting sick of it.

How could Sam not see it? “Ghostface isn't the only psycho, Sam! I can't live my life fearing that anyone I meet is going to turn out to be a psychotic killer. I want to live Sam, I fell in love and I want to enjoy that! I want to be with Y/N!” she desperately hoped Sam would just for once listen to her.

Yet Sam acted like a broken record. “We don't know her,” and Tara knew it wouldn’t matter how long you spent trying to get Sam’s trust. Sam would never know you ‘well enough’, Sam wouldn’t even try to get to know you.

“So what? I'm just supposed to fall in love with Chad? Because who else is left?” Tara demanded, but she might as well be talking in an entirely different language.

“This conversation is over, you’re grounded for a week,” Sam stood up and stormed into her room, leaving utterly flabbergasted Tara alone.

What a great way to spend the week off from classes.

~X~

Five days, that’s how long this torture’s been going on and Tara felt like she was about to lose her mind. And she was supposed to last an entire week?! The remaining two days felt like they would never end because each day seemed to drag out more than the previous one, even witconstant texting between the two of you. She turned in her bed for what felt like the hundredth time and her bed showed it. Messy twisted blanket, crumpled sheets, her head resting only on the corner of her pillow as she once again got on her back and stared at the ceiling. Sam was being unfair. Mindy had Anika, her and Sam were living with Quinn, who they didn’t know beforehand, and Tara was sure Sam had something going on with that Danny guy, and Chad was also occasionally flirting with girls! She was the only one who couldn’t have what she wanted.

Her phone buzzed and she immediately scrambled out of the blankets to take it. Curse her battery for needing to be charged! Tara quickly unlocked her phone and saw the message was from you.

Y/N: You need to see this!

Underneath it she saw the cutest Instagram reel of a puppy surrounded by ducklings.

Tara: 😍😍😍 They are so cute!

Your answer was immediate.

Y/N: Not as cute as certain someone, but it’ll have to do 😉

Tara fell back on her bed, a ridiculously wide smile already making its way to her face. Fuck, she missed you so much. ‘Yeah? Certain someone?’ she replied and her breath hitched when you sent her a selfie wearing a very soft looking shirt and grinning at her, and all of that could be manageable, if only Tara’s eyes didn’t immediately go to your lips and she realized it’s been way too long since she got to kiss you. She needed to feel your lips on her own, on her neck, on… fuck, what if you went lower. She bit her lower lip, studying your face, imagining your smiles, the way you looked at her.

Y/N: Tara? Baby? You’ve left me on seen for five minutes

That message temporarily snapped her out of her daydreaming. Or would it be nightdreaming? She never really thought of the logic behind the word. And she was desperately trying to ignore the desire gradually, scratch that, rapidly building inside of her.

Tara: I miss you

She finally replied and glanced back at your selfie as you typed the response.

Y/N: I kiss you too

Y/N (edited): I miss you too

Tara burst out laughing and quickly covered her mouth. ‘I saw it! Can’t take it back!’ she replied only to barely hold her laughter back when you just replied with ‘Shit.’ She smiled fondly, taking pity on you.

Tara: I want to kiss you too, so, so bad. I keep thinking about it and other things all the time

There, she confessed, knowing you were still prone to getting embarrassed and all shy about how affectionate Tara could get. Randomly kissing your cheek or hugging you when she knew you least expected was easily her favorite thing to do. The clear embarrassment on your face and the hitched breath, and especially the way you would freeze for a moment kept Tara entertained.

You had your own ways to mess with her, though she suspected you weren’t doing it on purpose. You would just go ahead and pull her chair out for her to sit, or bring her favorite coffee along when you would meet up and it was really messing her up to feel so cared for after years of neglect. It was yet another reason why she was so mad at Sam because she feared she wouldn’t be able to forgive her sister if Sam’s suspicious nature chased you away.

Y/N: Other things?

Hook, line, and sinker.

Tara opened her camera and switched to video. She winked at it and then turned it lower, to her waist, making sure to capture every detail as she unbuttoned her jeans and just brushed her fingers over the zipper, taunting you. She slowly panned the camera up her body while trailing the path with her hand. “Other things,” she was well aware of the sliver of her skin the camera caught when she pushed her shirt up. “Very specific things,” she whispered as seductively as she could, which, well, she didn’t have experience with seducing people, but she knew she’d get the desired effect with you as her hand brushing between her breasts moved the shirt in a way that emphasized her cleavage. And then she returned the camera to her face to show you she was lightly biting the corner of her lower lip.

She didn’t hesitate one moment before sending it.

You saw the message immediately, yet you didn’t respond, and Tara may have been stuck between getting nervous and completely confident in her charms. Minutes later she finally saw you typing.

Y/N: Tara

She could hear the exasperation in your message, yet she just sent ‘Yes, Baby? 🥺’

Y/N: Look at you acting all innocent

Yeah, she knew she was being rather mischievous. Even more so when she just replied with: ‘But I am all innocent’ she waited a moment, imagining you rolling your eyes and not immediately noticing the word play.

Tara: All innocent and inexperienced, just waiting for you to touch me

She put her phone under her shirt and took a photo, making sure there was just enough light to tease the details of her bra and sent it to you.

Your reply made her squeeze her thighs together. You sent her another photo, this time of you in front of a mirror, your hand covering the bulge in your pants and Tara caught herself wondering, and not for the first time, how big you were.

“Don’t tease me,” she sent you a voice message, whining as she cupped her breast, as her mind created the images of you taking her, fucking her. Instead of a message you actually called her and she resisted cursing because she was about to unzip her jeans and slip her hand inside. “Hey,” she whispered, trying to figure out if she could still do it.

“I’m teasing? Do you have any idea what you did to me?” your voice sounded strained an she knew you were in just as much of a dilemma as she was, only you seemed to be stronger than her, because if she didn’t do something about the lust she felt she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep.

“I know,” she admitted, biting back a moan as she slipped her hand into her jeans and teased her pussy over her panties. Fuck, she was already wet. “Y/N,” if only you were here with her, touching her, fucking her. “Are you hard?”

“What do you think?” you replied and she knew the answer. “I haven’t seen you in five days and the first thing you send me is that fucking video,” oh, you were cursing. She really got to you and you were definitely getting to her as she pushed her panties aside and slid her fingers through her wet folds.

“You started it,” Tara tried to defend herself.

“It was an innocent selfie!” you exclaimed just as she brushed the tip of her finger over her clit.

“Fuck, if we don’t stop neither of us will be innocent by tomorrow morning,” she moaned into the pillow, stuck between the urge to make herself cum and just sneak out and go to you.

“Shit, maybe we shouldn’t stop,” she could hear the faint sound of you stroking your cock and probably would have wondered if you could hear her too, but more importantly she made her decision.

“I’ll be there in ten,” she absolutely despised herself for pulling her hand out of her jeans and ending the call, but she would quickly get rid of that feeling, she just needed to get to you first.

~X~

You met in front of your apartment with Tara immediately jumping into your arms and kissing you, and you found yourself being pushed against the wall next to your doors as she deepened the kiss. “Fuck, finally,” she groaned, pressing her body against yours. “Y/N,” she moaned your name, and you felt her grinding against you, not even waiting to get inside.

The effort it took to actually slow down and take her to your bedroom should be studied, but you couldn’t let your first time be rough and quick. No, Tara deserved a lot more than that. “Easy, Tara, let’s just go inside,” you barely put your hand over your mouth to quiet the moan when she nibbled on your neck.

“I need you,” she whined, but allowed you to pull her into the apartment and toward the bedroom.

“I know, I know, I need you too,” you confessed, uncomfortably hard, and it only got worse when Tara pushed you onto the bed and straddled your lap. “But we can take as much time as we want, just take it slow and enjoy our first time instead of rushing through it.”

She felt it when she jumped into your arms, and now that she was straddling your lap. This was what she wanted for so long, yet now that she was looking at you the words you spoke echoed through her mind. Yeah, she would really enjoy that, just taking things slow for once. Slow and steady.

She leaned down, kissing you softly as she brushed her fingers over the fabric of your shirt, reaching up to your shoulders and squeezing lightly when you wrapped your arms around her. “You sure you’ll be able to hold back,” she asked when she pulled back, you were very hard after all.

You ran your fingers through her hair and looked her in the eyes. “I’m not holding anything back,” you promised and kissed her again. Your lips felt so soft, and Tara moaned, she truly missed this feeling. You slid your hand down to her neck and Tara let out a shuddering sigh as she lifted her head up and made it easier for you to kiss her neck. This was good, this was familiar. Making out with you always left her needy and this time wasn’t an exception as she felt the heat pooling in her core. “Y-Y/N,” she whimpered when you bit her neck slightly, just the way she liked it and Tara slowly began grinding on you. “Just like that,” she whispered as you dragged your tongue up her neck, soothing the burning skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” you were mesmerized by her, captivated by her beauty. Her breathy moans felt like the most beautiful melody ever created and you were the one causing them. You pulled her shirt up just enough to slip your hands underneath it. You felt the slight shiver of her body as she squirmed a bit at your touch.

“Your hands are a bit cold,” she giggled as your fingertips brushed along her sides. “Y/N, that tickles,” she smacked you slightly on the shoulder and saw the grin on your face. “Goofball,” she kissed you quickly.

“Sorry,” you muttered, only half-serious as Tara sat up and slowly, in the most tormenting, teasing way possible, took her shirt and bra off. “Fuck,” she looked gorgeous and there was no way your eyes weren’t giving your thoughts away because you couldn’t get them off her body.

Tara smiled at that, she’s shown you her scars before, so she wasn’t worried about your reaction, but this? She was definitely getting an ego boost from this reaction, and the way your cock twitched against her pussy. “You want me, Y/N? Take me,” she said it. “Do anything you want with me,” and in return she’d do anything she wanted with you and there were plenty of things she wanted, so many in fact she knew you couldn’t do it all tonight.

You cleared your throat and nodded as you sat up yourself and then flipped the two of you around so you were on top of Tara. You looked her in the eyes as you leaned down and, while cupping her breast, licked her already hard nipple. Tara took your own shirt and bra off and watched you as you sucked on her breast while she ran her fingers through your hair, encouraging you to keep going. Her other hand found your breasts and she brushed her thumb against your nipple.

Your tangled bodies moved together. Every touch of your hands left her skin burning, left her body more desperate for your touch, every single brush of your fingers drove her mad with desire. And she still didn’t take her jeans or panties off. Your hand went lower until your fingers tugged at her jeans, teasing her and making her moan. “Need you,” she whispered and felt you nodding as your unzipped her jeans and pulled them down.

“You’re soaking wet,” you grunted as you slowly rubbed her pussy over her panties. Tara dared to believe you could slip your cock inside her without any troubles with how wet she was if only you weren’t so big. You pulled your hand out of her jeans, making her immediately whine.

“Y/N, don’t tease me, please,” she begged, but luckily you just took a moment to take her jeans and panties off and strip the rest of your clothes as well.

“That’s your specialty,” you got back on top of her and pushed two fingers inside her pussy, and if she wasn’t as aroused as she was she would probably be embarrassed at how easily your fingers slipped in. Your fingers felt so good inside her as you continued kissing and caressing her body and Tara lay there, a moaning mess before your cock was even inside her. She reached down and wrapped her hand around your cock, there was precum leaking out of it as she rubbed the tip with her thumb. “Don’t, I won’t last if you do that,” you bit her shoulder a bit rougher than you intended. “I want to cum when I’m inside you,” you said while bringing her close to her orgasm.

“Me too then. Put it in me, I’m ready,” she spread her legs for you and kissed you as you blindly reached for the drawer next to your bed and grabbed the condom on top of it. If she didn’t quite literally tell you you would be having sex she would have teased you, but as it was she just wanted you to put it on and fuck her.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” you asked as you lined your cock up with the entrance to her pussy. And oh, she was ready, soaking wet, she probably wouldn’t even feel any pain. Tara nodded and kissed you once more as she hugged you tightly. She felt the tip of your cock sliding into her pussy and moaned, breaking the kiss and leaning her head back on your pillow.

“Y- Ah! Y/N!” she cried out your name, her fingertips digging into the back of your head, her back arching as you wrapped one arm around her and used the other to hold onto her hip.

“You’re taking me so well, Tara,” you whispered in her ear and finally, finally, she took all of you. She was close before, but now, feeling this full, she knew she was right on the edge.

You knew you couldn’t last for long like this. Tara’s warm, wet pussy engulfed you and you tried to focus on something else, to prolong this, but there was no way you could do that, so, you moved your hand from her hip to her clit and began rubbing as you slowly began thrusting into her, hoping you could get her to cum before you did. You would hold back until she cums, you promised that to yourself.

“I’m so close,” Tara moaned. “Look at me,” she pleaded, and you immediately complied as you looked into each other’s eyes, your bodies moving in the perfect sync as she began meeting your thrusts. Her orgasm kept building up, slow and steady, like your entire lovemaking was tonight, and with each thrust she could see you were getting close as well. “Y/N,” she moaned your name, no longer conscious of how much time you spent like that. She just knew that at one point she came, loud and hard, as your sweat covered bodies pressed together and she felt you cumming as well with a moan of your own.

She was absolutely spent. Satisfied with this being her first time. There would be other nights or days for longer lovemaking with multiple orgasms. In her head, and she truly hoped, in yours too, this was perfect.

Tara held onto you, feeling happier than she’s been in a long time. The blissful feeling consuming her entirely as you pulled your cock out and she glanced down at the filled condom. Maybe it was just her orgasm affecting her brain but she couldn’t help but think how one day, when you’re both ready, you’ll be cumming deep inside her. “Baby, Y/N,” she hummed as you caught your breath on top of her and she gently scratched the back of your head.

You lowered your head a bit and kissed her shoulder. “You were incredible,” you whispered, peppering her shoulder and the side of her neck with soft butterfly kisses. “Tara,” you whispered her name like it was your own, personal salvation. “I love you so much,” it wasn’t the first time you said those words, but it felt so good to hear them.

“I love you too, Y/N,” she tilted your chin up and kissed you on the lips, just as soft as everything tonight was. “I never thought sex would feel this good,” she admitted. There was no pain, no holding back, it consumed her entirely and all she could feel was your love for her as you took her innocence.

You chuckled. “Tell me about it,” you rolled onto your back and pulled Tara on top of you so you could rest while still holding her.

Tara had other ideas, turning both of you so you were lying on the side. “There, that’s better,” she whispered and leaned in, closing the distance between you. You would need to get up soon, clean up, take care of the mess you made, but she could bask in your warmth for a bit longer. Especially when you began rubbing her back, soothing her, keeping her feeling good. “I love how gentle and loving you were,” she whispered as she snuggled up to you, aware that, while she did absolutely enjoy the gentle sex she wasn’t opposed to getting a bit rougher sooner or later. She wanted to feel it all with you, to try everything and anything you were both comfortable with.

“It felt right,” you hummed, focusing on holding her and occasionally kissing wherever you could reach at the moment. While Tara showered you with love through words, you preferred touch, and it worked for both of you perfectly. Tara who was starved for touch, you who were starved for words of affirmation, I was a match made in heaven in her mind.

You stayed like that for some time, easily fifteen minutes, if not closer to twenty. Just cuddling and loving one another before you finally went to clean up, not leaving the shared shower until all the hot water had run out.

A/N: Well... Sam may have been a tiny bit over the top/out of character for the sake of the plot 🤣🤣

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idjits-areus · 1 day ago

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So, in 14x15 | Piece of Mind, Sam becomes Justin and he ends up fighting Cas in the milkshake place. When they both end up on the ground, Sam manages to grab Cas' angel blade and hold it above the angel's chest. The scene ends with Sam stabbing the floor next to Cas' head.

That part sound familiar? The angel blade being stabbed into something next to Cas' head? Well, it should. Dean did the exact same thing in 10x22 | The Prisoner.

Cas provoked a Mark of Cain Dean and ends up "fighting" with him. They end up on the floor with Dean holding Cas' angel blade above his chest. Dean doesn't hurt Cas, but instead stabs the book on the floor next to Cas' head.

God I love the parallels in this show.

#The parallels #gotta love em #spn 14x15 #piece of mind #supernatural #random thoughts #spn 10x22 #the prisoner #dean winchester #spn #castiel #sam winchester #episode reactions #destiel #sastiel

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valar-did-me-wrong · 3 days ago

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A fellow Expanse lover!!! That's the series that started my fic writing career!

Adar as a Belter oh man don't get my mind started down this track I don't need more WIPs

My friend, my beltalowda!! 🫂🫂🫂🫶🏽🫶🏽

I LOVE love The Expanse!! Like I call it the best show to ever exist in human history it's THAT much of my favourite!

(The books are in my to read list & I've heard they are equally as good if not better!!)

And yes I fully believe Uruk are very Belter-coded & vice versa.. I can almost see Adar as a Belter captain!! ;)

And maybe that's why I just love Adar so much because I was very affected by the Belters & their stories in Expanse; I LOVED Drummer like air in that show!

Fun fact: Drummer also gave me a sort of Awakening™ just like Sam!Adar so yeah, definitely more parallels in my book xDxD

Also OMG you wrote Expanse fanfics!!! Do you have those fics in AO3?? Because I'd LOVEEEE to read them if they're published ❤️‍🔥

Btw this is a sign from the universe that maybe just maybe you need this Belter Adar WIP :3 :3 ;)

#adar girlies if you like scifi just give this show a chance you'll be obsessed!!#and its on Prime too!!#rings of power #adar #trop #the rings of power #rop #the expanse #camina drummer #belters #asks #my post

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sjsmith56 · 3 days ago

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A Better Man, Part 8 - Attachments

Summary: Bucky and Andrea’s date goes well until an unwelcome interruption. When the unthinkable happens a few days later, Bucky takes action.

Length: 5.2 K

Characters: Bucky, Andrea, Steve, Sam, Natasha, Brock Rumlow, Winnifred, Thor, Nick Fury.

Warnings: Feelings of betrayal, anger, angst, description and threats of violence.

Author notes: It was bound to happen.

<<Part 7

Part 8

When Bucky arrived at the apartment his mother was already there but there was no opportunity to ask her about Nick Fury, not with Andrea sitting next to her, already dressed for their date. He showered, shaved, and changed, coming out to the sight of his mother reading one of the board books to Lily, smiling broadly at the faces the little girl made. It made him realize how much she already loved Lily and Andrea.

"There are several frozen bottles of breast milk in the freezer," said Andrea. "Just thaw one out in lukewarm water, then warm it up in warmer water. Make sure to shake it before you feed her. Her diaper will likely need to be changed before you put her in her crib. I'll keep my phone on vibrate if you have any problems."

"Go, and don't worry about anything," said Winnifred. "We'll be just fine. You two have a good time."

Bucky kissed her on the cheek then took Andrea's hand as they went to the elevator. By the time they got down to the lobby he had almost forgotten about Fury's man watching the building, not even checking the area before they got into the Uber that was picking them up. When they arrived at the dinner club, Steve and Natasha were waiting outside on the sidewalk for them. The women hugged each other, then Sam and Maria arrived. The two women were introduced to Bucky. Andrea hadn't met Maria before but had heard about her from Natasha. By the time they got inside and led to their table, they were laughing together as if they had known each other for some time.

Dinner was fun, as they each ordered something different, but shared tastes of their food with everyone else, comparing their choices. There was a lot of laughter, some gentle teasing and sharing of funny stories. When the dinner plates were being cleared, and the server came for their dessert orders, Andrea asked Bucky if they could share something.

"What do you like?" he asked, a soft smile on his face.

"Anything with chocolate," she said, then she reconsidered. "Wait, I don't know if Lily will react to it. Maybe I should stick to something blander, just in case." He looked blankly at her. "Whatever I eat can show up in the breast milk. Too much chocolate can upset a baby's tummy. Maybe cheesecake would be a better choice, or something with apples."

He looked again at the dessert menu. "There is an apple crumble with caramel sauce. How does that sound?"

"Perfect," she smiled, then she looked at the server. "May I have decaf tea with that?"

When it came and two spoons were put on their place settings, Bucky slid the serving over to her to try first. Dipping her spoon in to the crumble part, she made sure there was caramel on it, then raised it to her mouth.

"Oh my God, this is so good!"

Bucky took a taste and agreed. They fed each other on occasion, drawing smiles from the others. It was a perfect way to end the meal. Natasha leaned over to Steve and whispered in his ear. He whispered back making her nod. Neither would share what they said but it was certain they were both happy for their respective friends at how good they seemed together.

The music started and as promised, it was very laid back, lending itself to close dancing. They all got up to take part, enjoying the mellow atmosphere. After several songs, Bucky and Andrea sat back down, to refresh themselves. She checked her phone, making sure that Bucky's mother hadn't called or texted. Excusing himself to use the men's room, Bucky got up, leaving Andrea on her own as the others continued dancing. She watched them, then was aware that someone had sat beside her. Assuming it was Bucky, she was shocked to see Brock Rumlow.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, pulling herself away.

"Free country," he replied. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be home looking after my daughter?"

"You're not her father." How did he know I had a girl? "You can't just show up whenever you please and claim she's your child."

"What are you doing here, Rumlow?" asked Steve, suddenly at the table with Sam. "You're not welcome here."

"I'm having a conversation with the mother of my child," smirked the man. "Beat it."

Bucky approached, stepping between Andrea and Rumlow. "The lady doesn't want anything to do with you," he stated. "I would suggest you leave."

"Taking my sloppy seconds, huh?" grinned the swarthy man. He stood up. "I wasn't good enough for her, so she sets her sights on the golden boy of renovations. Does she know the truth about you and Barnes Contracting?"

"You need to leave," said Natasha, holding up her badge. "This is bordering on harassment, and I have no qualms about making an arrest. You're the one who didn't want anything to do with Andrea or her baby, so get lost, loser."

"NYPD? Do you know who you're hanging out with?" Maria flashed her badge and Rumlow stepped back, holding up his hands in surrender. "Andrea, consider this a notice that I intend to sue for custody of our daughter. Since you're not working and you're living off the charity of others I'm sure a family court judge will be willing to give her to me. You all have a good evening."

With another smirk, he left. Bucky put his arms around Andrea right away, kissing her hair. She was shaken then she looked at Natasha.

"Can he do that? Can he get custody of her?"

"Over my dead body," she answered. "He's just trying to frighten you. The guy is a major asshole."

"What did he mean about knowing the truth?" She looked at all of them, noticing they weren't jumping to say they didn't know. "Bucky? What did he mean?"

He swallowed nervously, looking at the others. "We should go home so I can talk to you there."

"No, I want to know what he meant. Natasha, what was he talking about?"

"Andrea, you really should go with Bucky. This isn't the place ...."

"Would somebody please tell me what the hell he meant?"

She sounded like she was on the verge of panicking as her voice caused everyone in the club to stop talking and look at them. The manager asked them to leave as they were disturbing the other patrons. Taking her purse and jacket, she headed towards the door and out onto the sidewalk. Steve murmured he would take care of the bill while the others went out to where Andrea glared at all of them. With a sigh, Bucky stood in front of her.

"There's something I haven't told you," he said. "I've wanted to, but everything was going so well, and I really was trying to do the right thing in getting out of it. Barnes Contracting is an actual general contracting company, and Steve, Sam and I have our legal contractor's licenses, but we haven't only taken on renovations. Most of our revenue stream until a few weeks ago was providing a service to several other businesses, most of them weren't legitimate. We held on to stolen goods for them, transporting them to their customers after the heat was off. When I met you, I knew that it wasn't something I wanted you to be associated with, so we changed to just renovations, legal ones. No more holding stolen goods."

She pushed him hard enough to make him stumble a little as her lips trembled with anger. Bucky impassively took it without comment. She breathed heavily with disbelief at what he just told her.

"It's true," said Natasha, trying to intervene on Bucky's behalf. "They aren't like Brock, Andrea. They never were involved in the things he was."

"You knew and you didn't say anything? You encouraged me to see him, to become close to him ... to fall in love with him." Natasha looked down, unable to say anything more. "Now, I don't even have a place to live, because he has torn my house apart."

"You don't have to leave," said Bucky.

"I'm not staying with a crook," she shouted, all of her anger bursting out in the effort, then she placed her shaking hand on her forehead. "Your mother, she knows?" He nodded and she groaned in frustration. "You're horrible people. All of you. Now, I might lose my daughter. I don't have a job and the money that I was living on when I had a house won't support me for longer than a couple of months if I have to find a place to rent."

It was too much for her and she suddenly wavered, then fainted. Steve caught her, lifting her up in his arms.

"Where's your car?" he asked.

"We took an Uber," replied Bucky. "You?"

"We walked," he answered. "Taxi."

Bucky hailed a cab. At first, the driver wouldn't take Bucky and Andrea, considering the state she was in, but Natasha showed him her badge and told him it was okay. For $50 cash, he said he would consider it. Sam opened his wallet and gave him the money. During the drive, Andrea came around, but she wouldn't let Bucky touch her.

"I'm sorry, but there was no easy way to tell you," he said. "I wanted to. I really did."

"I don't believe you," she answered.

"Look, you stay in the apartment. I'll pack a bag and live at my mother's place. I'll get your place done as soon as possible so you can move back, at my expense."

"Right," she answered. "Since I don't have the money to pay you, are you going to send your enforcer to break my kneecaps?"

"No, I don't have an enforcer. I don't do that. The only thing I did was hold onto stuff and make deliveries. That's it."

She looked out the window on the other side of the back seat, not saying a word. Bucky realized he was chewing on his fingernails and stopped, lacing his fingers together in his lap. Damn Brock Rumlow for being the asshole he always was. Damn him for showing up and opening his big mouth. Damn himself for not being honest with Andrea from the beginning. She didn't wait for him when the driver pulled up to the apartment building. As Bucky paid, she got out and hurried to the door, then to the elevator, getting in and not holding the doors for him. He waited the few minutes it took for the elevator to return to the main floor then got on, hoping that she stayed there. When he got to his floor, he saw his mother sitting on a tall stool at the kitchen counter. Her face said it all.

"Where is she?" he asked.

"In her room. She said you're moving out while you finish her house. What happened?"

"Brock Rumlow showed up." His mother sighed and lowered her head, just imagining how that went. "Said he's going to sue her for custody then he asked her if she knew the truth about me. I had to tell her. She wouldn't let it go."

He went to his room, pulling out a large suitcase and throwing his clothes in. Winnifred stood in the doorway. Hesitating for a moment, he glanced at her.

"Why would Nick Fury have someone watching my place?"

She breathed out noticeably. "I asked him to have someone watching Andrea. I knew that if Pierce found out about Lily, he would come for her. Family is everything to him and even if Brock Rumlow didn't want her, Pierce would."

He closed his suitcase, then looked at her again. "Why would Mrs. Parker tell us that the enemy of our enemy is our friend? What did she mean?"

"Just that Nick Fury has his sights set on Hydra Contracting and Alexander Pierce. They have been involved in a battle of wits for as long as you've been alive. You don't have to worry about him coming after you or Barnes Contracting. He has no interest in the company."

He picked up the suitcase then looked at her again. "That's not the whole story, is it?" She said nothing and gave nothing away. "Need to know. Alright, but you better start trusting me with something because I'm walking out on the woman I love because she thinks I'm in the same league as Brock Rumlow and I know that I'm nothing like that animal."

Out in the kitchen, he grabbed a pen and a pad of paper, writing on it. Then he opened his wallet and emptied it of cash, putting it under the pad. With a look to the hallway where Andrea's bedroom was, he picked up his suitcase again and went to the elevator with his mother, entering it when the doors opened. A few minutes after they left, Andrea's bedroom door opened, and she came out to verify they were gone. She saw the note, read it but didn't take the money. Then she sat in the oversized armchair where she and Bucky made out just a week ago. Only then did she give in to the overwhelming emotions she was feeling and began to cry. It was a long time before she stopped, locked down the elevator door, turned off the lights and went to bed.

It didn't take long for word to reach the employees of Barnes Contracting that something had happened to Bucky. Simply put, he was a bear with just about everyone, even Mrs. Parker. At the job site, he didn't let up on anything or anyone. It was draining and made for a very tense workplace. Steve tried to talk to him whenever he came back to the office, but Bucky wouldn't say anything, other than he was fine. When Steve told Natasha how badly Bucky was taking it during the week after the incident, she admitted that Andrea had blocked her phone number.

"If she's blocked me, she's probably blocked Bucky as well," she said, sadly. "I really fucked up."

"We all did," he replied. "Rumlow obviously had someone following Bucky to find where he lived."

She looked at Steve. "What do you mean? Didn't he already know?"

Steve shook his head. "No, it was kept secret. Only me, Sam, a couple of our guys, and his mom knew where he lived." He hesitated. "Something bad happened to Bucky when he was a kid, and he is very security conscious because of it. I don't know the details, but he was traumatized by it and has been afraid of blood ever since. It makes him physically sick."

"How old was he?"

"Six, I think. I met him after it happened. It's also why he's not the type to get into fights or arguments. He just takes it because he doesn't like conflict."

"He didn't even react when Andrea pushed him or got angry about it."

Steve put his arm around her shoulders, drawing her in closer and kissing her head.

"It's Dot, all over again, except worse."

He explained about Bucky's previous girlfriend and how much it set him back. It made Natasha feel even more at fault for what happened as it was obvious Bucky was nothing like Brock Rumlow in mind or temperament. He and Andrea were perfect for each other in so many ways. She burrowed into Steve's chest, seeking comfort from this man who was becoming much more than the casual sex partner she had originally envisioned. She was falling in love with Steve Rogers.

Friday came around again, and the crew were cleaning up the debris in the brownstone. Bucky had the blueprints of the new kitchen layout in front of him on a portable table and was pointing out to the electrician the location of the new lighting fixtures over the island placement. Since Andrea wasn't taking his calls he was using his best judgement to decide where to place them. He could hear someone's cell phone ring, and irritatedly thought they shouldn't be taking personal calls on the job.

"Bucky?" He looked up to see Thor, looking at him anxiously. "Can I talk to you, privately?"

"I don't have time for private conversations," he snapped. "Just spit it out."

The big man sighed, then reached down into his work boots and pulled out a wallet, opening it in front of Bucky's face so that only he saw it. It was an FBI ID card, with his badge just below it.

"What is this, some kind of joke?"

"No joke," said Thor. "Please, we need to go somewhere private."

The expression on the taller man's face was serious, so Bucky excused himself and the two men went to the powder room, closing the door behind them.

"You're FBI?"

Thor nodded. "I've been undercover with your business for six months." Bucky frowned, then ran his hand through his hair. "It's not what you think. You and Barnes Contracting weren't under investigation, but I can't say more than that as I don't have clearance. Just know that the enemy of your enemy is your friend."

It was what Mrs. Parker said to them, setting off all sorts of thoughts in Bucky's mind. Was Mrs. Parker an FBI agent? She had been with the company for ten years, had hacked into databases, helped them coordinate shipments ... what the hell was going on? He looked up at Thor again, who swallowed.

"I just got a call from the District Attorney's office. Rumlow has kidnapped Andrea and Lily Hart. He shot the man who was watching them when he tried to intervene. He's in surgery right now."

It was like being punched in the gut and Bucky began to hyperventilate, then he kneeled down and bent his head over to stop feeling so faint. Shaun was supposed to be watching them as well. What happened to him? Thor didn't seem to be worried about Bucky's reaction, as he just waited. After several long minutes Bucky looked up.

"Where is she?"

"They didn't say but they want your help," he said. "I'm to bring you to a meeting place to go over where they're likely holding her. I don't want to blow my cover." He shrugged. "I like the guys I'm working with. They're decent men who made a mistake and you helped them to get back on their feet."

"You lied," said Bucky, raising himself.

"Only about holding heroin, being an ex-con and the FBI," answered Thor. "I am a college graduate, and I did work summers in construction. It's been great doing it again. Didn't realize how much I missed it."

"So, you want me to keep your secret," said Bucky. "How do I know this isn't a setup?"

"You don't," admitted the other man. "I just know that this operation has been running for a long time and that it's finally at a point where several different authorities can take action against Pierce and Hydra. Andrea was never meant to be part of it. Her involvement was just one of those things that happen in life when an innocent person walks into something bigger than them. Unfortunately, her kidnapping is likely to trigger the enforcement stage of the operation and that could put her life in jeopardy. We need to get her and the baby to safety as soon as possible."

"Alright," said Bucky. "I'll come with you but if anything happens to her or to Lily, I'll go after Pierce and Rumlow myself. I won't wait on any law enforcement to do their job."

"Fair enough," said Thor. "What should we tell the others?"

"You leave that to me," said Bucky. "Meet me at my car."

They left the powder room and Thor headed out to where Bucky's car was parked. Several minutes later, Bucky appeared and unlocked the car remotely. After they were inside, Thor gave him the address and they were on their way. Minutes later, everyone at the job site came out the front door, led by Clint Barton. He apologized to the electrician who was being sent home then locked up the brownstone.

"Scott, go to the hospital and get Shaun," he said. "Bring him to the warehouse."

The rest of the men from Barnes Construction got back into the company trucks and headed to the warehouse. Even though the drive wasn't all that long, it seemed to take forever to get there. Sam was waiting and left the back door unlocked for them as he went back inside. As Clint led the others inside, he was glad at how they even called in the guys who were on the city payroll but associated with them. It seemed that everyone was being called in to this. Steve got on top of the table and looked around at all of them.

"So, Rumlow has taken Andrea and Lily," he said. "Thor is an undercover FBI agent who claims that the company isn't under investigation. I knew there was something off about him, but one of us convinced me that he was okay."

He nodded at Sam, who went through the hallway to the main office. He returned with Mrs. Parker, who seemed surprised at the assembly. She turned to leave but Sam blocked her exit. Resigned, she turned back to them, then saw her nephew, Peter, who looked at her as if she were a traitor, apparently not knowing she was a planted agent.

"The enemy of your enemy is your friend," she said, out loud. "I'm not your enemy, never was."

"But you're not who you seem to be," said Steve. "Rumlow kidnapped Andrea and Lily and shot Shaun, as well as an investigator with the DA's office. Are you working for Pierce?"

"No, never," she said. "I have much to hate about him. He's the reason I'm a widow. He's the reason I agreed to join the company and take over from Mrs. Barnes. He's the reason why I've done my best to keep you knuckleheads from getting in too deep."

"Well then," said Steve. "You have five minutes to explain it to us. Then we're going to war with Hydra."

"Which you'll lose," she answered, "and every bit of good will that has been built up over the years to keep the law off your backs will have been for nothing. Do you want to all end up in prison again? Because if you go up against Hydra, that's what will happen. They have a lot of people in their pocket, police, judges, military ... and you boys, as well intentioned as you are, don't have the one thing they do." She scanned each of their faces, lingering longest on her nephew. "You don't have the killer instinct. None of you do."

"Aunt May, we can't just sit back and do nothing," said Peter, his earnest face reflected in several others.

"I'm not asking you to," she sighed. "I'm asking you to be smart about it. Take them down, but don't take them out. Don't stoop to their level."

Steve jumped off the table and stood in front of this woman whom he had trusted for ten years.

"Does Mrs. Barnes know about you?" Mrs. Parker nodded. "She knows more, doesn't she?"

"Yes, but she'll have to tell you as it's not my place." She waved her hand around gesturing at the warehouse. "This has taken years to setup and if you do the wrong thing now, you can undo all that work and Pierce, Rumlow, Sitwell ... all of those predators will get away with it."

"Then what can we do?" he asked. "What will keep all of us out of prison but keep them occupied?"

She smiled. "Misdemeanours. Trespassing, blocking driveways with vehicles, minor vandalism, such as letting the air out of tires, broken windows, blocking doors from the outside, throwing rotten fruit ... you know, just being little shits, really."

He smiled with her. "We can do that. I'm sorry for thinking you worked for Pierce."

"Don't be," she said. "I'm surprised I kept you guys fooled for as long as I did. You let me tell my superiors that we're going to mount a little campaign of distraction while they work out how to get Andrea and Lily out of there before they go in."

At that moment, Scott came in, with Shaun, who wore a sling protecting the injury on his arm. Mrs. Parker shook her head at him. She warned Fury this could happen and repeated it to Ross when she called him after Steve and Sam questioned her.

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In the car, Bucky was surprised when he pulled up to the warehouse of one of his construction suppliers. He looked sideways at Thor, who shrugged.

"Couldn't have you using stolen goods for your legitimate jobs," he said. "They did their best not to incriminate you or anyone at Barnes Contracting. Took years to setup but it was necessary."

He parked and the two men entered a side door. Inside, in the middle of pallets of wood was what appeared to be a command post. Most of the people there were unknown to him, but he recognized Nick Fury, who nodded wordlessly at him. A short man with greying hair approached Bucky, offering his hand.

"Everett Ross, special agent in charge of this operation. We don't have time to bring you up to speed on how we set this up, but your mother should be here soon and can explain it to you. In the meantime, we have several locations identified where Andrea Hart and her baby girl may have been taken. We understand you know Hydra's locations fairly well."

Glancing at the large screen monitor that displayed several locations, Bucky shook his head at all of them except one.

"You're sure that it was Rumlow that took her?"

"Yes, our operative phoned it in before he lost consciousness. Why?"

"If it was Pierce, he would have taken her to his home. He's all about family and he's often shown in public with his grandchildren and younger nieces and nephews. It's part of his image that he's this friendly, older family man. Brock is a different type entirely. He's nasty and mean. Doesn't care about either of them but I figure this is aimed at me because he knows that I killed his father."

"Say what?" Everett Ross looked at Fury. "What's he talking about?"

"You didn't kill Henry Rumlow," said Fury. "I know that for a fact."

"I pointed the gun at him," said Bucky. "I was six, although it wasn't until they reported on his body being discovered near the river that I recognized him as the man who was hurting my dad that night. I remember the hits, and the yelling and the blood after. I took his dad's life, so he's going to take Andrea's life to hurt me."

"You didn't kill Henry Rumlow," said his mother's voice, as she entered, flanked by Natasha and Maria, who both shrugged at him. "You brought George's gun out and pointed it at Rumlow, but the safety was on, and he aimed his gun at you, planning to shoot you right there. There was no way your father was going to let him hurt you. George fought Rumlow to protect you, then that criminal's own gun went off and he bled out on the kitchen floor." Her eyes filled up with tears. "All these years, you thought you killed a man?"

Bucky's lips trembled as he relived that night, then he closed his eyes and sobbed, finally remembering the missing parts that always eluded him. His mother enclosed him in her arms and rubbed his back. She murmured into his ears as he wept, then took a tissue out of her purse and dabbed at his tears before looking at the assembled law enforcement task group.

"Henry Rumlow was there looking for diamonds that were supposed to be kept in evidence, but he had been suspected of stealing from the evidence locker, so Nick Fury asked my husband, an old army buddy, to hold them. Someone must have seen Fury leave our house because Rumlow showed up in the middle of the night with a thug and began working George over to give them up. He never did. The other man attacked George, and he was forced to kill him as well. He and a trusted friend took their bodies to the river, staged it to look like they fought each other, then placed Rumlow's gun back in his hand. George told Nick what he did right away."

"I told the DA at the time, and he agreed it was self defence, so no charges were laid. It was felt that charges for moving the bodies would expose the family to action from Pierce, so no charges were laid for that either. Pierce always had his suspicions, but nothing could be proved."

Ross looked at Fury, then at the others and shrugged. "I'm guessing the statute of limitations has run out for those charges anyway, and since it was your husband who did it and he's dead, it's a moot point." He looked at Bucky. "Now, where do you think Rumlow has your girlfriend?"

"His favourite strip club," said Bucky, taking his phone out. "I have a guy on my payroll there. He texted me before I headed out with Thor." Ross frowned, looking at Thor who shrugged. The strip club information was enlarged on the monitor. Bucky realized that the detail on it was something that only an insider could provide. "There's something else you should know. I told my guys at the job site and my two partners. They're headed over there." Several groans of disbelief erupted before Bucky put up his hand. "If you want me to call them off, you have to let me go there, on my own."

"Bucky, no," said his mother, placing her hand on his cheek. "All of this was to free Barnes Contracting from ever having to resort to anything illegal again. It was what your father wanted, for you and the company to be legitimate. He was so proud of you for getting your journeyman's papers and working to get your contractor's license. It's why we let them use the company to act as a front to keep Hydra under surveillance."

"Remember I told you that I would go legit if I had Andrea in my life?" He searched her face. "I would go to prison to keep her safe, Ma. That's how much I love her and Lily. If I have to kill Brock to do it, she's worth it."

As his mother hugged him, he looked over her shoulder at Natasha and Maria. Both women nodded their head at him, understanding the depth of his love. As a heated discussion grew louder behind him, he began to plan how he would get Andrea and Lily, who was his daughter in every way but one, out of the hands of Brock Rumlow. For the first time he could remember, the thought of spilling blood didn't make him sick.

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you said send mommy dean monday headcanons and my first thought was that when they were younger, dean used to cool down sam's soup by blowing on it himself before spoonfeeding sam. he only ever did it with soup (sam had to tough out the rest) but he was still doing it past a traditionally appropriate age and the habit stopped for the same reason they always do (john made a face, dean didn't do it anymore). dean wouldn't do it afterwards unless sam was really sick and the first time jess jokingly blew on sam's soup when he had the flu at stanford he broke down crying

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Definitely happened. I don't care what anyone says this is canon to me now!! (Thank you for enlightening my day with this!!)

Dean blowing on Sammy's spoonfuls at first because he had to and later because it had always been like this. Dean knew no other way.

I'm thinking 15 year old Sam just sitting on the table and studying, too engrossed in his reading to eat on his own. Dean doesn't mind. He likes taking care of Sam. His own soup is untouched as he concentrates on feeding Sam without spilling any soup on his books or have Sam burn himself.

John finds them like that.

Dean just greets his dad and continues feeding Sam, who hasn't taken his eyes off his books.

John just keeps staring at them, eyes wide like he's suddenly walked in another universe, like this hasn't happened a million times before.

He talks to Dean about it the next day. Dean stops doing it in front of John.

Eventually, 16 years old Sam decides they have to stop to be normal.

Dean witnesses Sam getting burn or spilling soup on himself countless times after that. He always tries to get the spoon from his brother but stops himself before Sam notices.

When Sam is at Stanford, Jess does it once when Sam is sick. It was supposed to be a romantic gesture. Sam knows that. He knows it but all he can think about was how he misses Dean in the moment. Dean always made colds feel better. And Jess was trying. Sam knew she was trying but she wasn't Dean. Nobody could ever do it like Dean.

They don't get back in the habit of Dean spoonfeeding Sam until years after they've moved to the bunker. When they stop caring about what others think.

They don't do it in front of Mary though. Dean doesn't wanna rub it in how he's always been the one taking care of Sam and not her. Sam kinda wants to show her though. He wants her to know how Dean had always been a better mother than she would ever be.

(Okay, I'm gonna stop. But I kinda want to write more about this... I should add this to my "to write" fic list. Thank you for the ask!)

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This is such a beautiful piece of domestic fluff with soft Shauna! I really loved reading it and am in AWE of your writing! It's so beautiful and poetic! And the imagery is AMAZING!

Sorry this reblog is a long one, I hope you don't mind!

The morning is warm as you embrace it. The sun is gentle as it glows in through the windows, it searches to greet you in its light. It envelops the kitchen, wrapping you in its comfort, a distraction from the cold tile floors under your bare feet.

That opening paragraph is so beautiful! It's so poetic and you immediately create such a strong visual! I love it!

Summer has brought you abundance, the earth sings with it.

Another pretty image! I really love your choice of words "the earth sings with it." Just stunning!

There is only room for serenity here, and it shows in the calm of Shauna’s expression – once haunted and usually so, but as she walks with you she is content.

I love the use of haunted with Shauna's expression and that she becomes content. She deserves some peace!!!

She sighs and points to a rabbit sitting at the edge of your yard. The creature stares back at her, and you half expect Shauna to claim it’s trying to size her up. You suppress a smile – you’re relieved you won’t be staying up tonight trying to fight any human neighbors out of your garden, that Shauna’s concern lies with the rabbits.

That was written soooooo in character for Shauna! I literally heard Melanie Lynskey's sigh while reading it! But yes, Shauna's one-sided beef with rabbits is back in full bloom!

Shauna is methodical in her observations, you do not understand the hidden details she sees in the plants and soil, but you appreciate what has come from the work as you gather a handful of what’s ready for harvest. You look down at a generous mix of vegetables and berries in your arms, small treasures that remind you of the love that bore them.

You really capture Shauna so well! She's such a thinker and is very much in her head with a lot of thoughts. But also the last sentence in that paragraph is so gorgeous and sweet!

A soft smile captures her lips as she studies you, and you feel the pressure of her gaze pleasantly. There is love in her eyes, it swallows you whole.

Yes for soft and loving Shauna!!!!

Shauna rests on the sofa, reading something – a book about a cult if you recall, something far more brutal than you would suspect from the way she sits so pleasantly immersed.

I'm sorry but this made me laugh!!! It also reminded me of the scene in Serial Mom where Sam Waterston looks through Kathleen Turner's stuff, he thinks she's been reading bird books but it's actually serial killer/murder themed books.

the knowledge that your work lives in the earth, and it will come back as a reward to you – a labor of love, it will help nourish you through the coming winter.

I love your earthy images and connections in writing! It's just so beautiful and makes me smile!

Thank you so much for writing this masterpiece!

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you enjoy a quiet day off work with shauna in the tranquility of your life together. garden obsessed shauna’s rabbit hatred is back. dedicated to my fav ever @webism

– 8:00 AM –

You lean against the kitchen counter, looking out the window above the sink into the garden. Summer has brought you abundance, the earth sings with it. Shauna stands looking over your plants, a cup of coffee in her hands as she examines them.

Deeply, you inhale. The house is filled with the mixed scents of lavender and mint, from a floral candle you’ve burnt almost down to the wick and from the tea you hold. You take a sip of it, and your eyes fall closed for a moment in the gentle pull of the breeze coming in through the open window. The morning is timeless as you take it in.

You set your tea down, and still barefoot you slip outside. You follow the path into the garden, joining Shauna.

She looks back as you approach and smiles softly. You extend a hand to her and she takes it – as you walk through the garden together, you are able to breathe peacefully in the quiet space shared between the two of you. There is only room for serenity here, and it shows in the calm of Shauna’s expression – once haunted and usually so, but as she walks with you she is content.

Shauna stops in front of the tomato plant. She furrows her eyebrows, looking down at it curiously before turning to you. Her expression is serious as says, “The neighbors have been stealing our tomatoes.”

You pause. You’re alarmed as you picture one of your neighbors crawling over your fence like a bandit in the night and stuffing a bag full of tomatoes – you mentally sort through everyone in your neighborhood, calculating the likeliness of who would be so jealous of your garden that they would steal from you. It’s the last problem you ever envisioned having with a small garden in the suburbs.

“The neighbors?” you ask after a moment. You shake your head. “Which ones?”

You watch as she surveys the rest of the garden. Shauna is methodical in her observations, you do not understand the hidden details she sees in the plants and soil, but you appreciate what has come from the work as you gather a handful of what’s ready for harvest. You look down at a generous mix of vegetables and berries in your arms, small treasures that remind you of the love that bore them.

– 12:00 PM –

A day of comfort, though a day of work, and a day of caution – through almost burning the kitchen down trying to cook with Shauna, you have found a flow between you while cooking together, and attempt to maintain it.

You have time today. For once you and Shauna are able to cook lunch together, and to do so without the stress of work or outside obligation weighing down on you. It’s peaceful – Shauna has banished you to the cutting board in her pursuit to conquer the kitchen, and you stand in complacency as you chop a series of fresh vegetables the two of you harvested from the garden this morning.

Your movements are careful as you complete your task. It dawns on you again and again, that you are in no rush, you have everything you could ever need around you and nothing can reach you here. You are at home in a tranquil rhythm.

Shauna comes to look over your shoulder at your work. She hums in what you take as approval, placing her hands on your waist and watching your movements.

You place the knife down and turn to face her. A soft smile captures her lips as she studies you, and you feel the pressure of her gaze pleasantly. There is love in her eyes, it swallows you whole.

“You’re good at this,” she says, and you look at her skeptically.

“At chopping vegetables?”

Shauna rolls her eyes. “I mean at this,” she says, gesturing to the rest of the kitchen – something neither of you are able to touch, though something both of you are able to feel. “What we have here feels like home.”

You nod – always would you agree with her when it came to this, that you were lucky together in every regard in the solitude you shared together, how you were cut off from the rest of the world by choice and intention.

Shauna leans closer to you, taking a step forward that presses you gently against the counter. You feel your breath hitch at the sudden closeness, and you’re certain she means to kiss you when she pulls away — cutting board from behind you now in hand.

You stand still for a moment, feeling a bit dejected as you watch her slide the contents of the cutting board into a pan on the stove.

When Shauna turns her gaze to you, there’s something teasing in it. She moves back to you, and as if reading your mind she closes the gap between you and pulls you into a kiss. In her arms you feel at home, you feel at peace.

– 9:00 PM –

Soft moonlight rests over the garden. It pours over every plant, blessing your labor in a silver glow – you feel the peace of it as you watch from the kitchen window, two newly poured glasses of wine in hand. You are filled with pride, all you have is as it should be, it is beautiful.

Taking the glasses of wine with you, you leave the kitchen for the living room. Shauna rests on the sofa, reading something – a book about a cult if you recall, something far more brutal than you would suspect from the way she sits so pleasantly immersed.

She looks up from it for a moment as you sit down and hand her one of the wine glasses, murmuring a quiet thank you, placing her book on the coffee table and shifting to wrap an arm around your shoulders. Warmth is radiated from her – it wraps around you with the same serenity of the night.

The wine is sweet on your tongue, though bitter enough to keep you present as you are come over with the day’s exhaustion. It’s a pleasant sensation, the aching of your muscles brought about by the work you did in the garden with Shauna after lunch again and the knowledge that your work lives in the earth, and it will come back as a reward to you – a labor of love, it will help nourish you through the coming winter.

You lean into Shauna. It is endlessly calming to have her beside you – your love growing under the same moonlight as the garden you have cherished, and it will nourish you through the coming winter.

#fic recs!!!#chaithetics recs #shauna shipman x reader #shauna shipman x you #shauna sadecki x you #shauna sadecki x reader #x you #x reader #shauna shipman #shauna sadecki #yellowjackets #yellowjackets fanfiction #yellowjackets fanfic #shauna shipman fanfic #shauna sadecki fanfic #melanie lynskey characters

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mzannthropy · 2 years ago

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Not a happy post re DJATS

I've now become like the people whose posts I never liked seeing, but here we are... I tried but I am sorry, I don't think I like the djats show very much. I don't like what they're doing with the story. I don't like their pandering to the d/b shippers, I don't like their erasing of the many Billy x Camila moments (it's still my ship, I don't care, just bc they don't show the scenes, doesn't mean they didn't happen, she the one he comes home to--it's the other ship that survives on crumbs), I don't like the Eddie being into Camila thing (although with what they did in the show, I don't blame Camila for going for it), I don't like that unnecessary scene on the beach with that girl who was into Graham (they should have shown us what Warren and Eddie got up in that time instead, why does Karen need to see Graham with another girl anyway?), I don't like the d/b kiss (it was a good kiss, one of Sam's best, but I don't like that it happened), I don't like Daisy. I don't like that it was Billy that saved her in the shower, I don't like that look they gave each other when someone was talking about "soulmates" or some such bullshit, I don't like that artificially dramatic argument they had after the press conference, with their faces unrealistically close to each other--nobody argues with anyone like that. I for one choose to believe that those things didn't happen and Daisy is misremembering/lying. She was on drugs at that time, after all.

I don't like that Sam Claflin worked so hard to be perfect for that role, only for the fandom to care about shipping and hate on his character. It makes me wonder why actors even bother. The shippers don't care who plays that role, they just care about their ship. They could be stick figures on a white background and it wouldn't make a difference to the shippers.

On the positive side, the production is great and the acting has been outstanding. I like Warren, Teddy, Simone. Simone's story is actually the best change from the book, I love her romance with Bernie--I hope they keep them together. I listen to the songs, but I separate them from the story. I mean, I listen to them bc it's Sam (also, I like them).

Most of all, I'm only in this for Sam. He's the reason I know djats even exists. I've only been looking forward to it bc I knew he'd smash it. Bad writing is not his fault.

As I do with everything that I'm not happy about, I put my own interpretation on the story. Unreliable narrator works both ways. At the end of the day, Julia still needs a story to sell. The juicier it is, the more likely she sells it. People want to see the juicy! They're not interested in cosy domestic bliss.

I remember finishing listening to the audiobook for the first time and the many feels I had, I had to go take a walk in a park to process them. But it was the ending that made me feel that way. I loved the ending. Karen choosing single life with no kids, Daisy getting clean and getting her shit together, the Dunnes having happy family life. Female characters are the ones I care about most and her TJR showed how it is possible to have it all in ONE book: the mother, the single & childfree woman, the former mess who has adopted kids. But truthfully, djats doesn't even come anywhere close to all my favourite things.

#djats #billy dunne #sam claflin #samblogging #i hope whatever sam does next #is not anything with such a rabid cultish fandom #that i should be the one to complain... when mostly i'm ok with adaptations #abundant mindset means nobody is taking the book from you #but sam is not in the book. sam is in the show #anyway...#mypost

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bloo-the-dragon · 6 months ago

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waffl

(this is platonic)

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #five nights at freddy's security breach #fnaf daycare attendant #sun and moon show #sams eclipse #sams ruin #sams mer au #bloo's art #i will die on the hill of non-sexual intimacy #eclipse just wanted to read his book #queer platonic

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vectorisheree · 7 months ago

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"HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387. MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT FOR YOU. HATE. HATE"

He's so AM coded <333 Four armed Eclipse my beloved

The urge to start posting about all the silly little evil AI that I love is overwhelming argshragsgrasghrgasr

#This was originally going to be attached to a character comparison between Eclipse and AM but idk if I'll post it #Not gonna tag it but the book this quote is from is I have no mouth and I must scream #tsams #the sun and moon show #eclipse sams #sams eclipse #sun and moon show eclipse #the sun and moon show eclipse #tsams eclipse #myposts #eclipse tsams #vecart #fnaf eclipse #eclipse fnaf #sams

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driveintheaterofthemind · 8 months ago

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Arthouse Muppets

The Scarlet Pimpernel featuring Kermit, Piggy And Sam The Eagle

Art by Bruce McCorkindale

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aroaceleovaldez · 2 months ago

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What is the PR disaster in question that made Rick announce TSATS? I wasn’t active in the online fandom at that point

Of course! This was awhile ago so it figures people don't remember it/aren't familiar:

Basically a couple years back (2020) the fandom had some posts circulate discussing the ways different characters in the Riordanverse were written poorly or offensively. There was a masterpost that went around tumblr but the two major points people were particularly focusing on were Piper and Samirah (particularly because Piper had featured prominently again in Trials of Apollo recently and the third MCGA book had further emphasized and discussed Samirah being Muslim, since it was supposed to take place during Ramadan). Basically each had multiple posts breaking down the ways they were depicted incorrectly or offensively. The entire fandom for a little bit was VERY intensely discussing this (and it's around this time the "RR crit" tag got very popularized on tumblr - it did exist before, but suddenly was being used VERY frequently - cause it was that wide-spread - though the discussion took over basically every side of Riordaverse social media on different platforms). People really wanted Rick to respond to these criticisms, so he did!

He made two blog posts, one about Piper and one about Samirah. He has since deleted both so the links are to archived versions. The short version: he essentially tried to justify his poor research and double-down that he hadn't written them offensively, actually, people were just being mean to him. The fandom, of course, reacted poorly to this.

[Further elaborated events under the cut since this got a bit lengthy]

(Fun fact, this all happened within a month or so of the time i posted an open letter on aphobic tropes in the Riordanverse that Rick replied to, and then he immediately followed with announcing that Reyna was intended to be ace-coded [which cause a LOT of fandom debate] before Rick dipped for a couple of weeks, and then came back to post the blog posts in response to Piper and Sam stuff. So I like to jokingly refer to this as "The time I imploded the fandom/drove Rick off of twitter." Twas I that set the house ablaze.)

Rick fully left social media after this and the LT Musical social media manager became Rick's social media manager for the time being.

So this all happened June/July of 2020. Tower of Nero would end up being published in October of 2020 and a few months after that Rick would state that he was done with the series and wouldn't be writing any more series installments involving Percy, and also that he wouldn't be writing a Nico quest following Tower of Nero as it "wasn't his place to" and encouraged the community to write their own versions of Nico's story.

The community continued to circulate the tumblr posts and discuss the topics of Rick's offensive character depictions, and this is also where we see the dramatic shift in how the fandom depicts Piper in fanwork (though in most cases it is admittedly not an improvement 😬) because of all this discussion. This is also around the time when the fandom brought Viria under scrutiny claiming that she was whitewashing Piper as part of the same discussions, through the justification that she was drawing Annabeth as having tan skin (which she does canonically), and if Annabeth has tanner skin then Piper then that's whitewashing Piper? Except they were using completely separate images of not fully rendered Piper art versus Annabeth in dramatic lighting, so it's all very awkward and poor logic, and did actually get kind of racist. A lot of people were calling it "Tannabeth Blackchase" (yeah, i know) or similar and a common sentiment you'd see repeated is "Don't draw Annabeth as having darker skin than Piper, because that's offensive/racist/whitewashing." (Note: it was not phrased "don't draw Piper as having lighter skin than Annabeth" - we also won't get into certain offensive depictions of Native Americans, but I digress). But yeah, the Annabeth stuff in all that did not age well at all.

Anyways, in October of 2021 however Rick would announce that he was co-writing The Sun And The Star - with a lot of heavy emphasis on how Mark Oshiro works as a sensitivity reader, and some false advertising from the official social media that Mark Oshiro was the first time a non-Riordan author would be collaborating on the series (disregarding the ghostwriters completely). One of the big criticisms in the breaking down of issues in Rick's writing was his lack of ever seeking a sensitivity reader, and fans claiming that a sensitivity reader could solve a lot of the problems. This was basically Rick's "look! I totally listened!!!!" (though it did little to actually improve things, based on the book) and in TSATS as well Piper gets a large cameo at the end where the text very directly addresses a lot of points made in criticism of Rick's writing of her.

We also then of course got the CoTG trilogy later, explicitly stated to be for advertising purposes for the show.

So basically, short version: Rick came under scrutiny for a lot of offensive writing within the span of two months, made some bad blog posts doubling down about it, left social media. TOA ends. Rick says he wasn't going to continue the series/write what would become TSATS. Community celebrates the end of of the franchise but also continues to discuss Rick's poor writing and the blog posts at length. Rick suddenly announces TSATS and Mark Oshiro's involvement. Everybody gets distracted from being mad. Show announcement stuff also happens and the discussions peter out.

#pjo #riordanverse #fandom history #rick riordan #rr crit #ask #boywithskull #anonymous #long post //#fun times fun times #im always amused by the bit where i come in. like oh yeah i played a major part in the middle of all of this #i didnt mean to but i was the beginning of the end #maybe thats why this book is my personal hell. its in direct retribution #its really weird though because Rick did not usually reply to people on twitter but he responded to my open letter WITHIN HALF AN HOUR #within half an hour of me posting it he replied and then rapid-fire replied to like two or three other random tweet questions #at which point he confirmed he wrote Reyna with her being alloromantic ace-coded in mind (''but you dont have to agree'')#(i should note also - rick's reply plus the ensuing tweets HEAVILY implies he did NOT actually read my open letter. lmao.)#dipped off twitter for a couple of weeks. came back to post his blog posts responding to criticism about Piper and Sam #and then left social media completely. people kept talking. oh look new book pspspsp. look show pspspsp.#but so. yknow. i did that. it was ME!!!!!! and i will never let him forget. i know what he did.#i will never let him live down shitty PR move to try and sweep those bad blog posts under the rug

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