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whatstruthgottodowithit · 1 year

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Dating Sam Winchester Would Include

You’d meet on a hunt. He’d save your life.

He’d give you his number. In case you ever needed them again.

But you’d text him even though you didn’t.

You were drawn to him and you didn’t know why.

After all a tall, dark and handsome stranger with a mysterious back story who’d be interested in that?

The two of you would text frequently even though Sam knew he should put a stop to it.

It’d take Dean a hot minute to catch on but once he knew something was up he’d be all over Sammy like a rash.

‘Who are you texting?’ ‘An old hunter buddy…about this case.’ ‘Yeah do they have a pretty face, a nice rack and are called Y/N?’ ‘Dean!’ ‘I knew it.’

You’d beg to see him again.

But it wasn’t that simple.

So you’d settle for texts and calls and the odd dirty facetime.

Dean would become frustrated he’d invite you to the bunker.

Sam would be enraged but happy.

‘Why the hell did you bring her here?!’ ‘Because you love her.’ ‘So nothing can happen!’ ‘It can if you let it, Sammy.’

Visits to the bunker became more frequent.

Until you were virtually moved in.

Fortunately, your job could be done from anywhere.

You’d stay up researching with Sam.

Cosy nights in by the fire in the library as the pair of you read from your own books.

You’d make it more homely rather than the bachelor pad it was at the moment.

He’d be shy about PDA. Especially around Dean.

But in the bedroom, there was no stopping him.

He’d love to take the lead.

This man has got kinks on kinks.

But as dominant as he was he would always check in with you after.

He’d always bring you a coffee in bed.

And he’d apologise profusely when he had to go on a hunt.

‘We should be back for Sunday.’ ‘I know.’ ‘But if you need me-’ ‘Call you I know Sam.’ ‘And-’ ‘Sammy would you please get in the car before Dean explodes.’ ‘Right, I love you.’ ‘I love you too.’

You’d love having Dean around. He’d treat you like his little sister.

He’d teach you how to fight. How to shoot a gun. How to hustle pool.

Sam would be annoyed but he didn’t want to fight the bond forming between you and his brother.

A bond that meant he’d listen to you when you needed him to.

Both of them think with their emotions rather than logic. So when you’d offer a different perspective they knew to listen to you.

He wouldn’t marry you.

He’d decided a long time ago that marriage and kids weren’t on the cards for him.

But that didn't mean he didn’t love you.

And it didn't mean that just because your life together wasnt conventional that it was any less special.

He just wanted to make sure you had the option to walk away if it all got too much.

You’d protest but he’d made up his mind.

And though everyone thought Dean was the hard-headed one Sam was always one to stick by his guns.

But you would ask for one compromise though.

A dog.

Sam would agree straight away.

Talking Dean around would take a little extra convincing.

Luckily food was the way to your big brother's heart. And you were quite the chef.

You’d love going on long dog walks with Sam.

And spending the rare night off watching movies in bed with him and your puppy buried between the pair of you.

But soon enough Sam would have to leave.

And that would make you anxious as hell.

‘Dean, promise me you’re both coming back?’ ‘Y/N.’ ‘I can’t ask Sam. But I can ask you because I know you’ll bring him back safe.’ ‘I promise.’

THIS IS PART OF MY CHRISTMAS CHALLENGE. I’LL BE POSTING AN IMAGINE EVERDAY FROM 1ST - 25TH DECEMBER. THIS AND ALL IMAGINES WILL BE UPLOADED IN THE LINK POSTED DAY BY DAY.

ADVENT CALENDAR OF IMAGINES

#my writing #my headcanon #sam winchester #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester fluff #sam winchester headcanon #my headcanons #supernatural #supernatural imagine #christmas challenge #supernatural fluff #dating would include

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dreamersbcll · 10 months

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“Pointillism”

“And this one is called ‘A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte.’ It’s found in the Art Institute of Chicago!”.

Her big sister Sam frowned, scrutinizing the work. “Are those… dots?” she asked, scrunching her nose in confusion.

“It’s pointillism, Sam. It’s one of the best examples of it. Isn’t that so cool?” Tara gushed, staring at the photo with wonder.

Sam reached over and ruffled Tara’s hair. “You’re a strange eight-year-old, you know. You used to beg me to pick you up and swing you around, and now we just read strange art books I steal from the school library,” she teased.

Tara shrugged. “I still want you to pick me up. I just like how art makes me feel. It’s pretty to look at and think about. You could be an artist, Sammy. You draw really nice pictures, too,”.

Her sister rolled over onto her back, staring at the ceiling. Tara closed the book, carefully putting it on the floor. She copied her big sister, rolling onto her back and staring at the ceiling. Sam pulled her in, letting Tara snuggle into her side. Tara sighed contently, breathing in the lavender scent of her big sister.

Playing with her hair, Sam broke the warm silence. “What’s your favorite painting, my love?” Sam whispered, kissing Tara softly on the side of the head.

“Mhm. I like the water lilies. Monet. Impressionism,” she mumbled, blinking sleepily. Her sister was so warm. So comfortable. She was safe and secure, nestled into Sam’s side.

“Water lilies. I like that. I think I can make that happen,” Sam whispered, squeezing Tara a bit.

Tara tried to keep her eyes open, blinking sleep out of them as best as possible. “Water lilies are pretty like you, Sam. So pretty”.

Her sister chuckled, kissing Tara on the head. “You’re too sweet, my girl. Sleep now and dream of the flowers, okay? I’ll be here when you wake. I promise,”.

With that, Tara finally closed her eyes and drifted off into a safe slumber, flowers and her big sister dancing around her head.

#scream #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #carpenter sisters #ao3 author #my writing tag #ao3 works #artsy sam carpenter #they’re just so sweet and soft #bring them back to me #here’s a soft one bc why not

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captain039 · 1 year

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PART 6 Craving the wild side

Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings: AOB, mentions of medical things, mentions of needles, mentions of abuse, feral alphas, light swearing, angst, hurt/comfort, mental health issues, sexual things

Summary: after being rescued from a police raid feral alpha Dean Winchester his placed in the rehab process where he’s a struggled case till you come along. Having his feral ness cloud over his emotions and stop him feeling it’s hard to get through till him till dreams enter his mind and yours connecting you both and doctor/patient becomes more and harder.

Last part <-

The days at home went slow, you were exhausted, plagued by dreams you didn’t know the meaning of. By Sunday you were a walking zombie, you felt exhausted, waking up from those bliss nightmares in a sweat and not wanting to sleep again. The added people you didn’t know A Sam? His Mate? Who were they relatives of Dean? Before heading to his room you stopped by your office scanning over his relations file, he did have a brother Sam Winchester. How did you know his name before hand though? Sam was a famous man, well known for his politics and lawyer skills. You wondered if Sam knew about Dean yet?

You headed into his room saying a brief good morning before stopping in your tracks. Dean was sitting at the table head in hands, clothing actually on his body.

“Dean?” You asked and he jolted looking to you, he looked relieved as he sighed. You frowned a bit by his sudden behaviour and slowly sat down in the chair in front of him. He had his breakfast on the table, barely touched besides the orange juice and small empty medicine container.

“How are you?” You asked placing down your tablet.

“Better” he said and you nodded, it seemed odd for a man how went into a feral rage just days ago at the table and talking.

“I didn’t know if they’d let you back in” he said and you frowned.

“Back in?” You asked confused.

“After what I did to you” he gulped avoiding your eyes.

“Dean you didn’t do anything to me” you said, did he mean about the attack? He didn’t attack you.

“You didn’t attack me” you added.

“No but I touched you without permission” he said purposely keeping his head down and neck bared. You stared at the collar almost reaching out to touch it.

“Dean i touched you first I brought you to me, you didn’t do anything wrong” you said.

“Besides almost killing a guard” he muttered.

“Well, yes but- that’s why we have guards, to prevent attacks in doctors and workers” you sighed.

“Do you have the dreams?” He suddenly said before you could speak.

“Excuse me?” You asked.

“Dreams” he added.

“I have dreams yes most people do” you played off dumb, another incident and you definitely wouldn’t be able to see him again.

“No” he sighed frustrated.

“Dean please don’t get frustrated” you said.

“We’re here to talk about you, I know I talk about myself a lot when you don’t talk, but that was to make you comfortable, to know I’m just another person like you” you stated.

“Dean, do you know your brother? Sam Winchester?” You asked and he looked to you.

“Sammy?” He muttered.

“He’s alive? He’s ok?” He said rushed.

“Yeah Sam’s ok, Sams a well known lawyer” you said and Dean smiled. It was the first time seeing his happier emotions he had tears in his eyes as he laughed.

“That’s my boy” he whispered. You felt your heart flutter and stomach tighten.

“You got him to the orphanage before someone got you” you said and he nodded face loosing his smile.

“I’m the big brother” he said and you nodded.

“I make sure he’s safe, I made sure he had a normal life not what-“ he stalled gulping.

“Not what my mum did” he whispered.

“What happened Dean?” You asked and he looked to you. You thought you pushed it too far as his eyes glazed but he looked to his plate and spoke.

“My dad had gotten us into a big debt, mum knew some people, dark business people, they were looking for newly presented alphas to train, so she sold me and Sam to pay the debts, the house the cars, when I heard about it I got Sammy out, I snuck him out I fought my father, knocked him out and left my screaming mother. I thought I’d avoided it but then they found me on the road I was taken. I was a fighter at first I never did what they said, got me a lot of bearings and scars, as I got older I stopped fighting, I went into this numbness and glazed over” he spoke and you listened intently.

“Your feral state” you whispered and he nodded.

“The doctors couldn’t explain it, I was tested on, before I was deemed incurable and unwanted in the industry. Then the fighting pits came, they injected me with something made me rage on whoever was in the pit with me, the more I fought the more I won the more my feral state became violent. I was hoped between many masters, owners, used for different things till they didn’t want me or liked me. Didn’t like how I took everything they threw at me, didn’t like how I would glaze over” you glanced to his leg seeing it bouncing quickly. He fiddled with his hands and you wanted to comfort him.

“Thirty years went by” he said and your heart dropped.

“Thirty?” You muttered and he nodded.

“I was fifteen when they found me” he muttered. His files didn’t cover much, only relations, age, birthdate old stuff before he was abducted. They couldn’t get anything from the system files in the establishment, it had been wiped clean.

“I was old too old to be wanted, that shelter you found me at was my death pit” your heart tightened and you struggled with your emotions.

“They leave the unwanted to starve before tossing them out unnoticed” he shrugged. Your hand shook with your tablet pen, you were trying to take notes but you felt horrible, sick to the stomach, head spinning. Your mate had been there for thirty years in that hell hole then left to die like unwanted meat?

“Doc?” Dean asked and you nodded.

“I um-“ you struggled with breathing, you were having a panic attack. You glanced to the camera in worry, no doctor was supposed to have this reaction no matter how bad the story was, but Dean-

“Doctor?” The guard came in and called but your ears were ringing.

“Move” you heard Rowena. Dean was up trying to get to you but he was shocked down from his collar as Rowena helped you up and out. You looked back seeing Dean staring at you worried as he yelled at the guards.

You were sat down on Rowena’s office couch, she laid a blanket on you and calmed you down gently.

Once you had calmed down your brain was numb, you felt exhausted by what had happened.

“You back?” Rowena asked handing you some water which you took.

“I’m sorry” you muttered and she tsked.

“Darling don’t be sorry” she sighed.

“Dean he-“ you shuddered.

“I heard” she said and you nodded.

“Dear you can’t continue on this case” she said and you nodded again sadly.

“This bond you have with the man won’t help him get anywhere” she said and you nodded feeling tears in your eyes.

“I can’t just abandon my mate” you whispered.

“I just found him” you cried softly.

“I know, he’s not ready yet though” Rowena said and you nodded.

“I know, I know” you said wiping your eyes.

“Go home, come back tomorrow and tell him ok?” She said softly and you nodded.

“He’ll understand” she nodded.

Next part->

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#x reader #aob #feral au #feral Dean #alpha dean #alpha dean x omega reader #Dean Winchester

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darkhorse-javert · 2 months

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'News to the Desert'

Introducing Simon 'Sim' Stewart, and to some extent his father Benjamin Stewart (who has made a prior apperance in my writing). Respectively they're Sam's Cousion and Uncle. @blind-dates-fest

North African Desert 1942

A towselled head pops out of the canvas back of the lorry, grins at him, offering a thick bundle in oilskin, “Post has come in, Sir.”

“Righto, Sergeant” He takes the offered bundle, turns to the thick group of his men, cramped together behind him in the path of their camp. They're standing steady, but they're concentrated on the letters in his arms. He pulls them out of the packet, turns up the first one

“Tods, J.” One man presses forwards, takes a bunch of letters wrapped together

“Smith, A J,

“Sergeant Todd..”

It carries on

At last, only one packet is left, a thin one, perhaps only two letters.or a thick one. He pulls off the cover. Two it is, numbered as is the family want.

He pulls out the first, father's familiar handwriting rolling across the thin page, and shimmering through from the other side.

Dear Sim,

We hope you are well out there and in good spirits. We two are quite well here at home, and you probably have heard more of Edwin than we have here, his last letter spoke of being ‘well but dusty’. But then, we suppose, sending post from where we guess you are is not the easiest undertaking.

Things have been very peaceful here, the church choir is carrying on very well, in spite of everything. I confess to being selfishly glad when James Robbins failed his call-up medical a few weeks ago - on account of the rheumatic fever he had as a baby - at least for now we may retain one reliable baritone voice, especially as we lost many of the younger Altos last year. But those are minor matters, and highly selfish in motivation to boot. Services are still well attended here.

‘The two scamps’ send you their luck and good wishes (if we’re being literal, they ask that you “get lots of Nazi’s” - bloodthirsty young pair, I and your mother only ask that you stay safe).

The wider family all report they are well, your Uncle Iain and Aunt Margaret have had no close shaves, despite being on the South Coast.

By far the grandest item of news from the family is that Samatha is to be married, on 6th November. Her husband-to-be is an RAF fighter pilot, and also the son of the Detective Inspector she has been driving since she was attached to the Police.

He pauses, quietly re-reads the sentences for a moment, then continues the letter.

You may find this news to come out of the blue, but cannot be as surprised as your Uncle Iain was. If I am reading his letter correctly, the first he heard of the young gentleman was when a letter from the young man arrived asking for consent to the marriage. It has later emerged that Samantha has been walking out with him, his duties permitting, since the autumn of 1940. And for not one of us to any the wiser to it in the intervening time.

He smiles at the letter,

Oh, well played, Sammy, well done indeed. We always think of you as our ‘little cousin’, myself included in that regard. But - he lets his mind drift back to that last pre-war Summer - you were quite grown up back then, the Lady of the Vicarage with Aunt Margaret’s health as it was, joining the forces won’t have hindered that, probably helped. You’re not a girl in plaits anymore, to be trotted out in Sunday Best. Another memory; ginger plaits and a freckled face as he looked down through gaps in tree branches, to see a much younger Sammy determinedly climbing after him

His father’s pen has paused, and then continued with blacker ink; You may perhaps be able to imagine your Uncle Iain’s reaction to all of this, Sim.

Chuckles tickle his throat and wobble his shoulders at that. Dear Uncle Iain, as pastorally and kindly minded as he is, will have been roundly knocked for six by the apparently sudden news, and knocked again when Samantha’s ‘deception’ came to light. He almost feels sorry for his youngest uncle, what little of him isn’t childishly egging Sam on in her little flash of independence, perhaps even defiance

That said his father’s letter continues, Iain has been a little mollified since actually meeting the young man (Andrew by name) in person. He reports he is a very decent and well-mannered young man, who clearly cares deeply for Samantha. I would also add, and your mother reckons similarly, that the depth of feeling is mutual between them, given she has been keeping Andrew so quiet- and away from ‘familial interference’. We await further news as to the location of the wedding and other particulars. We’re planning to get together a hamper here, as a present. If you get this before early November, send a telegram down to Hastings for congratulations would you?

With our prayers for your safety and health, do write when you can

And much love

Your Father and Mother

Simon consults the date on the letter, mid-October. And right now it’s 3rd November.

He pauses, At least I think it is

This poor letter has been wandering across the desert at snails pace -or to be more charitable at Post pace, while they’ve been moving at speed after Rommel’s boys. There might be time to get a telegram in before the wedding, if the telegram operators are nearby, and there isn’t anything of greater priority to go down the line. If not, it will have to go by post as a letter, and then be telegramed,but worth a try at least.

#blind dates 2024 #foyle's war #sam stewart #foyle's war fanfiction

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quietwingsinthesky · 7 months

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heard we’re doing Sammy sundays again. I have a sastiel drabble :3 all fluff, I do promise.

The first time Sam hugs Cas, every thought flows out of his head to be replaced with an unexpected, overwhelming sense of calm. He can’t remember the last time he felt that, and as he greedily wraps his arms tighter around Cas, the feeling grows, a fire fed, keeping shaking hands warm.

For all that Cas has done — and Sam won’t say he’s not guilty, he is — Sam always feels safe with him.

Cas isn’t moving. Sam smiles, squeezing his eyes shut so he doesn’t cry.

“Now’s the part where you hug back,” he says, and copying him, Cas does.

#sastiel hug u will always be famous to me #fic: spn #fic: castiel spn #fic: sam winchester #fic: sastiel #sammy sunday #fanfiction

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twochildreninamoteldemo · 1 year

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Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

tagged by @emiliosandozsequence (in spirit?)

1. The Portrait of Shifting Light (hannigram, E, ~11k words, WIP): It’s late fall when Hannibal first finds the omega, huddling under the park stone bridge that marks the change in neighborhood towards his home in Baltimore.

2. let you wash all over me (wincest, E, ~1.4k words): There’s something inside of him.

3. sweet mourning lamb (samifer, E, ~1.6k words): The first year feels like one thousand, but the first thousand feel like one.

4. honey, dripping at your feet (wincest, E, ~1.2k words): If Sam thought that one bite would have sated him, he was wrong.

5. The Salt-Filled Skins of Ptolemaea (wincest, E, ~92k words): Sammy’s little hands are cold, even when Dean holds them in his own, breathing hot air onto them over and over again, though icy they remain. (this is my magnum opus--please read it if you love boyking!sam, trans!sam, azazel, ethel cain, or general depravity lol!)

6. juvenescence (wincest, E, ~4k words): They’re sitting on the sofa, Sunday morning cartoons playing absently on the junk of a TV set before them, so old that Sam wouldn’t be surprised if the pictures started playing in black-and-white, and Dean’s got his hand cupping one of Sam’s tits. (technically it’s “Dean, please,” but jeez that’s so boring. so this is the second line!)

7. What Are Called Demons (Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier, T, ~1.3k words): Dusk was falling, the blue hues of day darkening to a wispy purple before bleeding to navy, lighting the sky with the beautiful haze of sunset.

8. strip me down, paint me gold (wincest, E, ~4.7k words): Sam couldn’t remember a time when he’d ever felt this satisfied.

9. come morning light (you and i'll be safe and sound) (samdean/gencest/wincest?, T, ~4.3k words): At thirteen, Dean’s beautiful.

10. quarters in paper rolls (samdean/gencest/wincest?, T, ~2.1k words): They’re the only thing Haley can keep her mind on during her evening shift at the laundromat when she takes over for Carla.

check them out if you desire! NO PRESSURE tags<3: @unwanted-animal @digitalmeowmix @applecrumbledore @preseriesdean @writinginthesecrettrees and anyone who wants to, consider yourself tagged<3

#tag game #fanfic by maven #wincest #weecest #(cuz lets be real most of this is weecest #lots of cannibalismnatural over here<3 #also lots of boyking!sam

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i--antimony · 2 hours

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tuez

yayyy

listening: release radar: i get it now (sammy rae) (wauuughhhh. emo. i miss my partner) come over (cat's pajamas) stuck (scene queen) nerima (raspberry pie) never me (penelope) beirut (rob blivion) rule #34 (fish in a birdcage) bourgeoisieses (conan grey) milk town/mr carter (nep) doppelganger - lullaby (ethan bortnick) my baby loves to dance (kenya grace) horror night (starcourt) (@delta-orionis, you will like this one)

some from last week that i forgor to note down: tiny human (elohim), some type of skin (aurora), chukotka (otyken), training season (dua lipa, chloe caillet mix), georgian spirit (equbeats), online (twrp), someone else (kenya grace)

aaaand formentera/formentera ii again.

podcasts: wtyp on the francis scott key bridge collapse, and jim gordon must die podcast of all time

reading: i started reading 'bunny' by mona awad because it came up as a recommendation in libby when i was returning mdzs. i am going to be valiant and give it one more chapter but i do not like it. it feels like its trying very hard to emulate a certain type of vibe that i already don't find super appealing in fiction so the trying-vibe of it makes it even more uninteresting to me. the premise is a girl at a mfa program in nebulous New England Private Liberal Arts School(tm) which like, fine, dark academia or whatever; there are four (five?? i literally cannot remember which, lol) other girls in her cohort who are a weird clique and call each other 'bunny' and are rich and sheltered but harboring a Dark Secret Club. sure. the first few chapters ooze 'not like other girls'-ism, the 'bunny' characters themselves feel flat and like caricatures in an unappealing way, main character's other friend ava also is a caricature in a boring way, just very uninspiring. like i said i will give it another chapter or two but if it continues to bore me i will return it.

i finished the scum villain extras! very charming.

watching: keeping up to date with dunmeshi, yay, and also been continuing to watch endeavor with a friend. it's good! i love a mystery show! it is impossible to watch without subtitles though because they are So British. relatedly i am going to terf island for two weeks in june (london and then edinburgh) so if you know any recs for food, places, etc i am all ears!

playing: this weekend was going to be 3 dnd games in a row ... then monday was postponed to next monday ... but my sunday group, which is normally every other week, has decided to play next sunday as well bc we skipped a few weeks ... so Next weekend is the 3 day dnd combo lmfao. i don't mind too bad.

making: pottery!!! some bisque came out and i am soooo chuffed (<- endeaver tv show britishism rubbing off on me) this will be its own post with more images because i want to @ the inspiring artist, jbbartram-illu on tumblr (shop); i am obsessed with the cave painting mugs from a few months ago that immediately sold out so i was like fuck it i wanna make my own. and i am obsessed with my lil fat horses. i put amaco ancient jasper on the inside and just a matte clear on the outside. hopefully it is matte enough. i also put little hands on the handles and now i want to make some more cave painting mugs that are just the hands, i could cut out some templates to sponge underglaze around maybe...

my beautiful cracked-the-code bowls and two maybe teacups, post-trimming:

and also trying a new glaze technique: bisqued underglaze and then liquid latex over top! that way you can slather a background on and just peel it off after without painting around the details. im ngl peeling off the latex was soooo satisfying. background is laguna celadon froth.

i've also glazed my citrus juicer, just a plain warm yellow color, looking forward to that :3

glaze: mother's day gift (planter, it's. fine. idk. she'll like it i hope), and also some fixed stuff! didn't bother taking pics, the black eye bowl from feb 6 tuesdaypost is now food safe on the inside because i sanded down the kiln medium bit that got stuck in there and re-glazed it. i also tried to fix the bowl from march 12 tuesdaypost by just lightly sanding the inside and slapping some laguna celadon froth over it...it looks exactly the same now, just with some sort of float-like blue splotches lol. no pictures of it but eh. might give it away, we'll see.

eating: Spicy Clam Pasta With Bacon, Peas and Basil Recipe (NYT): tasty. idk about 'spicy' but definitely yummy.

misc: definitely in a weird spot brain-wise...the anxiety and tummyache link/feedback loop is very real for me now, so i am going back on an extremely low dose of ssri about it, and even though i have been on this med before in much larger amount i am still experiencing aaa about it. i keep going between "going back on this is a good idea" and "or i could just keep taking ~10mg of cbd every other day bc that felt like it was doing something, even if it was just placebo i had a noticeable difference in mood" so like. bluh. idk. i wish i could just Know what the best course of action is instead of having to fuck around and find out. such is life. i am literally taking the world's babiest dose rn (breaking the starter pill in half) so it will be fine. as long as i dont get bad side effects im willing to do a few weeks on it and see what happens.

#tuesdayposting

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romanarose · 2 years

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Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside: Part 9

Series Masterlist

Chapter 8 : Chapter 10

A lil time jump, we meet two friends of Sam's briefly. They aren't gonna be a huge part of the story, but I feel a lot of these fanfictions have OC's or readers that aren't really fleshed out, that don't have lives. I want Sam to have a job, classes, friends, family... not just trauma.

WARNINGS: reference to rape, creepy guy, slight threats here and there. I don't want to give too much away so just read with discression.

A month had gone by without incident. Marc and Steven had been getting along better, they bickered like brothers but they loved each other as such. Marc and Sam had been spending time together, Marc had been showing Sam The Walking Dead. Sam thought she wouldn’t like it at all, but said she’d watch it since Marc was so excited. She ended up really liking it, at least through season 3, where they were now. Sam had been staying over at Steven’s at least once a weekend, and Steven stayed with Sam once or twice during the week, going to bed when she did to allow her proper sleep and buying her a coffee in the morning.

She was more in love than she thought possible, in love with both her Sunshine and her Starlight. She hadn’t told Marc how she felt yet, but she knew she had to eventually. Steven knew, but how long could he keep a secret from his own head? She considered how she might broach the topic with him. Maybe she could make him dinner? It’s not like they hadn’t been getting touchy and a little flirty. Plus, Marc was usually there when Steven and her had sex. Sometimes, he would give them alone time, but he had seen her in every intimate position possible. Sam practically skipped down her stairs, wondering if Marc would be different. Would Marc be rough where Steven was tender? Would he call her Brightside? Would he spank her? Manhandle her?

Her day dreaming was interrupted when he exited the door and stopped at the flower cart outside her door, thinking Steven would like flowers.

“Sammie?” a hand on her back. She whipped around. It was him.

“Jordan?” A wave of fear flooded through her. She wanted Marc. She wanted Marc to be here and beat his ass, maybe kill him. Steven, Marc, Chris, her friends, someone… She needed help. She considered attempting to dial Steven, hoping he would hear the convo and come, but she froze, her brain was fuzzy.

“Hey Sammie, what are you doing here?” He looked at her apartment building “You live here?”

Thinking quickly, she replied “No, no it’s my friend Emily’s, I was visiting. I live on the east side” Why was he talking to her?

“Can I buy you a coffee?” He smiled at her charmingly, like he hadn’t raped her.

“Oh, uh, I gotta work, sorry” A lie, it was a sunday.

“Maybe I’ll see you around then.” the way he asked… it wasn’t a question “I just moved to London… Yeah I think I’ll see you around” Yeah, it wasn’t a question.

“Okay, yeah, I gotta get going”

“Right, I’ll see you, Sammie” He grazed her back as he passed by her, and she heaved, attempting to hold back a shiver. When he passed around the corner, she ran upstairs, into her apartment and locked the door before going to her bathroom to puke. She felt her breakfast leave her body. Steven. She needed Steven. Yanking her phone out of her purse, she pulled up his number and saw the smiling face of the man she loved on the screen “Pick up pick up pick up”

“Oh? Hello love? Steven sounded confused. “Are you okay?” a little panic in his voice.

Instinct to protect him took over “Steven? Are you okay?”

“Yeah… I just woke up when you called me… In Bath?”

“What? Like… did you black out?”

“I guess so… Something is trying to pull me back into it.. Are you okay? You sound off, Sweetheart?”

“Yeah I just… I saw him, Steven… Jordan. He showed up as I was leaving my building…”

“What? Oh my god, I’m gonna try and get back to London, okay, are you safe? Where are you? Where is he?”

“No, Steven please be careful! Just… do what you have to do and come back to me safely… Okay?”

“I don’t know how much of a choice I have to be honest, I honestly can’t believe I came to when you called.”

“You only came to when I called?”

“Yeah, bit odd, innit?”

“Yeah… We are something… Can I… Steven, I think he knows where I live… Can I…”

“Stay at my place? Oh my god, absolutely, stay as long as you need, you have a key, stay as long as you need, I don’t know when I’ll be back… just get away from the apartment and make sure no one is following you, you can use my clothes and whatever you need.”

“Please don’t worry… I’ll pack a bag, I’m in my apartment right now.”

Steven grunted “Please be careful, call the police if you have to. I know you don’t like them but do it if you have to, okay?” a small gasp from him “I’m so sorry love, It’s pulling at me, I don’t think I can-” he was gone. Sam hurriedly packed bag of clothes for a days at day care, charger, tooth brush, hair stuff, tampons.

She took a long way to Steven’s place, staying near people, and double checked her surroundings before entering Steven’s building. She was alone for 3 days. Sam took this opportunity to catch up with homework and see her friends/coworkers, Jess and Elena. She had been a little MIA the last month, but they understood. They were used to not seeing her outside of work for long periods of time.

“Steven treating you right?” Elena asked, always one to check in.

“Yes” Sam looked at her friends raising her eyebrows “He’s treating me sooooo right” she winked

“Only took you guys long enough to start fucking”

“Jesus christ Elena” Jess laughed “but she has a point. Who the fuck says I love you before they have sex, must be a catholic thing.”

They liked Steven, this was important. Jess and Elena had given her places to stay on a few month rotations while Sam was getting on her feet after her parents cut her off. Her parents had, of course, said she could move back home, but Sam refused to go back to her dad's mercy. Jess got her a job at the daycare and Elena joined later. Their approval meant almost as much as Chris’s. Jess was a little suspicious. She said he was too nice “It’s always the quiet ones” she said “Like Jeffery Dahmer”

Elena walked Sam home after drinks and waited for Sam to call her from the apartment that she was safe. She had been doing this after work every day since Sam saw Jordan. She even offered to let Sam stay with her, but she didn’t want Elena or Jess mixed up with Jordan’s shit. She couldn’t bear it if they got hurt. She went to bed early, after finishing up an online BIO lab.

Until the lights turned on in the room. Sam had the blanket over her. The heat was low and she didn’t want to mess with Steven’s thermostat since she wasn’t paying the bill, so she stayed under the blanket during the night. The light being turned on rang some alarm bells in her head, even though she was relieved Steven was home. Not that Steven didn’t have the right to turn on the lights, but it was unlike him, and unlike Marc to do anything that might wake Sam when she slept. She briefly got scared that it wasn’t Marc or Steven, and threw off the blanket to see. To her relief, it was Marc, she could tell by how he was standing, pouring himself a drink of liquor. Steven only drank wine or the occasional mixed drink. “Marc?” she called out, and he froze, back turned to her. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed “Are you okay?” He seemed off. She stood up “What’s wrong, are you hurt?”

“You weren’t supposed to be here.” He began pouring his drink again, taking a long sip.

“Did Steven not tell you? I was staying here for a few days… I called him, he said he blacked out and was in Bath…” She didn’t want to tell him about Jordan, as he seemed stressed enough as it is “I’m sorry if I startled you”

“Right, the call…” he muttered. His voice was off.

Sam walked up to him. She was scared, but this was Marc, her Marc. If something was wrong, she needed to know “Marc? What’s wrong”

He finally turned to her with a sarcastic smile.

“You’re not Marc, are you…”

“No.”

“Oh.” The third alter… the one who appeared only long enough to kill whoever was in his way. She stumbled a few steps back

He must’ve noticed her change “Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you”

She needed information, something she could bring back to Steven and Marc to help fill the gap in their head “What’s your name?”

He ignored her question “Why are you here?”

Why did she feel like she was the intruder? “I needed somewhere to go for a few days. Steven said it was okay. You can talk to him-”

“You called him? And you talked to him?”

“Yeah.. he woke up in Bath… then he was gone again…”

“That’s odd…” he didn’t seem to be talking to her “I’m not supposed to be the one blacking out…” he seemed like he was trying to figure something out. “His subconscious must’ve registered that you were calling and that was enough to pull him to the front by force.”

Sam noticed a slight Latin accent that she couldn’t quite pinpoint “what are you talking about?”

He suddenly seemed more interested in her “Have you ever noticed that? If he’s not expecting a call from you and he gets one, he always answers in a panic, he asks if everything is okay or if somethings wrong, like he’s constantly waiting for something bad to happen.”

“I mean… sometimes he answers like that but-”

“I didn’t think you’d notice at all”

Sam was offended “What is that supposed to mean?”

He leaned over the counter, drink still in hand “of course, something was wrong this time” he studied her “That’s why you’re here. Tell me”

She didn’t want to tell him, but something about having the face of the man she loved, mixed with a little fear, she spoke “I saw…Jordan, or I guess I saw a man outside my building who had hurt me before. I was scared he knew where I lived…”

“Right” he seemed to recognize the name “The Cabron who assaulted you”

Sam felt like he suddenly knew too much “What?! You were there for that conversation?”

He smiled wryly “I’m there for most things, Carina.”

Fuck. “UGH!” She grabbed the nearest blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders

He laughed like he had gotten her with a prank “Relax, I have enough courtesy to know when I’m not wanted, I leave for that.”

Sam remained wrapped up “Then you should know I wouldn’t want you around for those talks.” she glared at him

“I know, but that concerns them, so it concerns me.”

“Them? Marc and Steven?” Who the hell was this guy?

“Yes. And you concern them, so you concern me”

“What I do is none of your business? You think you were protecting them by keeping them in the dark about you?”

He took a few steps around the corner of the counter, making Sam step back “Do you realize how much stress you bring them? They are constantly worried about you. They have enough going on between the two of them, they don’t need you adding more.”

“What?”

“Steven and Marc are much more fragile than they pretend to be. Marc likes to think his job is to protect Steven, but Steven was literally created to protect Marc. Marc has seen enough for several lifetimes. They both have enough going on without you.”

“So what? You want me to leave?” she crossed her arms in the blanket “That’s not happening. We’re in love”

“Yeah” He laughed “I know, you love both of them, they both love you. And you are too selfish to leave them alone. They will drain themselves dry trying to fix you, and when you leave, it’ll shatter them.”

She only took a moment to register that he said they both love her. Steven and Marc. She’ll have to revisit that mentally. “Are you kicking me out? Cuz I’ll fucking go.”

He finished his drink, still smiling. It wasn’t comforting “No, I’m not making you walk alone in the dark while a predator is after you. I would’ve killed him myself last month, but I thought it would get Marc in trouble.”

Now she was confused “Why do you care what he did to me? You don’t even like me”

He laughed “Whether I like you or not is irrelevant. Men like that deserve slow deaths. And it’s not that I don’t like you. I find you quite funny, actually. It’s not personal.”

She threw her hands up “Jesus Christ, you are confusing as hell.”

“You can’t tell them about this”

Now it was Sam's turn to laugh “Or what? You’ll hurt me?”

“No, it's just best if they don’t know.”

“You act like you’re protecting them, you act like I’m hurting them, but you literally leave them with several day black outs, chunks of time missing, worrying what they’ve done or what will happen next. How can you say I am the one who stresses them out?”

Sam walked past him and bumped his shoulder deliberately as she passed. She grabbed the wine Steven always kept for her and poured a glass.

The man didn’t let that go either “Well there's that, for one.”

“What?” A big swig.

“Your drinking.”

She rolled her eyes, she just wanted Steven back “What?”

“You drink excessively. Then there's the fact you aren’t taking your meds, which worries Marc. Then there's the burning.”

“I stopped that,” she said defensively.

“Are you so sure about that?”

Sam was mad now “I don’t need a lecture from you. I don’t know you. Can I please have Steven back?”

He ignored the request “You don’t know me, but I know you.”

She groaned “Can’t you see how creepy that is?” She finished her drink “You have one week to introduce yourself to them, or however it fucking works, or I’ll tell them.”

“Carefull, Carina, you don’t want to make an enemy out of me.” he was still smiling that smile, like he was 10 steps ahead of her at all times.

She scoffed “Is that a threat? You gonna fucking kill me? I’m not keeping a secret from Steven.”

“Except your secrets, right?” he seemed agitated

She leaned onto the counter, facing him “Yeah. Because their mine.” she grabbed a bottle from the medicine cabinet “Here’s what I’m going to do. I’m gonna take some meletonin and I’m probably going to have the craziest fucking dreams of my life after whatever the fuck this interaction was. I’m going to sleep on the couch and you are going to stay the fuck away from me, I’m going to work in the morning and you have until I get back to explain yourself to them.”

He narrowed his eyes “You said I had a week.”

Crossing her arms, Sam replied indignantly “Yeah but now you’re pissing me off. I don’t appreciate you insinuating I don’t really care about them or that I’m using them.”

“You aren’t sleeping on the couch.”

“Well I’m not sleeping with you.”

“I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“No-” before she could argue, he had walked to the couch and was laying down.

“Go to bed.”

She was going to fucking kill him. “Good night” She may be mad, but her manners had a life of their own.

He didn’t respond. There was silence. “My name is Jake Lockley”

“Samantha Waters”

#moon knight fanfiction #moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #moon knight smut #steven grant smut #jake lockley #moon knight series #moon knight fluff #fanfiction #oscar issac

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mpregspn · 7 months

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what happened last time with the sam icons and the sammy sundays though 👀

the block lists........ wincesties dni banners....... sammy safes.........

#ask #anon #fun time overall but. weird time #sammy safes were “samgirl” blogs where sam was supposed to be safe from wincest shippers #quotation marks bc i don't know where did they come from or where did they go. only ever seemed to talk about s1 sam anyway

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wexarethewalkingxdead · 1 year

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Get to Know the Muse

three things they love: red roses, old books, and a nice pair of comfortable jeans

three things they hate: people that think they are better than her, double standards, and men that think she can't handle herself

three things they need: their gun, knife, and her cool head

three things they want: her vibrator, Chinese takeout, and their old apartment

three things that scare them: walkers, being alone, and not having her gun

three things that thrill them: shooting walkers, riding in a car with the windows down, and running for fun and not to survive

three favorite foods: Chinese takeout, pizza, and fettuccine alfredo

three favorite smells: freshly mowed lawn, lilacs, and her Dad's aftershave

three favorite holidays: Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter

three favorite people: Amy, Shane, and Dale

three things they love: singing, horses, and her Daddy's hugs

three things they hate: being alone, skinning fish, and shooting walkers

three things they need: her Daddy, Maggie, and her journal

three things they want: her Mama, her horse, and normal life

three things that scare them: walkers, being alone, and being torn apart by walkers

three things that thrill them: singing, learning an instrument, and outrunning walkers

three favorite foods: fried chicken, tacos, and hot dogs over an open fire

three favorite smells: fresh hay, horses, and breakfast cooking on Sunday mornings

three favorite holidays: Christmas, Spring Break, and Valentine's Day

three favorite people: Her Daddy, Maggie, and Glenn

three things they love: Sophia, cooking, and protecting people

three things they hate: people that are mean to those that are weaker than they are, losing people they love, and not being able to protect people better

three things they need: Sophia, forgiveness, and retribution for those that harm those she cares about

three things they want: Sophia, peace for those they love, and Daryl

three things that scare them: losing Daryl, other people that are not those she loves, and dying alone

three things that thrill them: killing walkers, shooting her bow and arrow, and riding on the back of Daryl's bike

three favorite foods: chocolate chip cookies, banana nut muffins, and macaroni and cheese

three favorite smells: Daryl's leather jacket, early spring mornings, and vanilla

three favorite holidays: Halloween, Christmas, and Easter

three favorite people: Sophia, Henry, and Daryl

three things they love: Sammy, old books, and writing on a typewriter

three things they hate: bigots, those that are meant to kids/animals, and being alone

three things they need: Sammy, other people, and a good book

three things they want: a peaceful, happy life for Sammy, a full belly, and a warm bed

three things that scare them: losing Sammy, being alone without Sammy, and not having enough to feed and take care of Sammy

three things that thrill them: surviving, being a parent, and learning something new

three favorite foods: Chinese food, authentic Mexican food, and spaghetti

three favorite smells: lilacs, Old Spice aftershave, and baby shampoo

three favorite holidays: Easter, Halloween, and Christmas

three favorite people: Sammy, Josey/Evan, and their Mom

three things they love: Carol, being in nature, and his old truck

three things they hate: bigots/assholes, being lied to, and ramen noodles

three things they need: Carol, his crossbow, and for those that he loves to be safe/warm/fed

three things they want: endless bolts, food for Dog, and for those he loves to be protected always

three things that scare them: losing the kids, losing Carol, and losing Rick

three things that thrill them: riding a motorcycle, shooting his crossbow, and surviving

three favorite foods: squirrel, Carol's cookies, and fish cooked on an open flame

three favorite smells: campfires, Irish Spring soap, and mint toothpaste

three favorite holidays: Doesn't have any

three favorite people: Carol, Rick, and the kids

three things they love: Carl, Judith, and his Colt Python

three things they hate: Negan, the Governor, and being lied to

three things they need: Carl, Judith, and those that people care about to be safe

three things they want: for his kids to survive and have a happy life, endless bullets, and shelter

three things that scare them: losing his kids, being alone, and being unable to get back home

three things that thrill them: shooting his Colt Python, riding on the back of Daryl's bike, and taking care of business

three favorite foods: fried chicken, pancakes, and corn on the cob

three favorite smells: baking bread, chocolate, and this old perfume that Lori used to wear that he's forgotten the name of

three favorite holidays: Christmas, Thanksgiving, and Fourth of July

three favorite people: Carl, Judith, and Michonne

three things they love: beer, steak, and chocolate muffins

three things they hate: rice, tomatoes, and people that pretend to know more than they actually do

three things they need: his Glock, his fists, and a good night's sleep

three things they want: sex, beer, and endless bullets

three things that scare them: being alone, being a father, and letting someone in

three things that thrill them: shooting his weapon, punching someone, and riding a roller coaster

three favorite foods: donuts, hamburgers, and birthday cake

three favorite smells: freshly mowed lawn, his body wash, and Axe body spray

three favorite holidays: Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Halloween

three favorite people: Carl, Lori, and Rick

three things they love: reading, painting, and making costumes with her Mama

three things they hate: men that hit women, broccoli, and mushrooms

three things they need: her Mama, hugs, and Carl's laugh

three things they want: to be safe, to know how to survive, and to never be alone again

three things that scare them: being alone, the dark, and losing her Mama

three things that thrill them: learning new survival skills, hunting, and learning to drive Daryl's motorcycle

three favorite foods: deviled eggs, Chinese takeout, and pizza

three favorite smells: pizza, Baby Soft perfume, and baking cookies

three favorite holidays: Halloween, Christmas, and Spring Break

three favorite people: Her Mama, Carl, and Daryl

Tagged by: @officergrimes-muses Tagging: Anyone that wants to do this one!

#.dash games [muses]#.headcanon [andrea]#.headcanon [beth]#.headcanon [carol]#.headcanon [charley]#.headcanon [daryl]#.headcanon [rick]#.headcanon [shane]#.headcanon [sophia]

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maximotts · 1 year

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I'm so sorry you're stuck in Sunday forever and that people are being cowardly and cruel. I just stopped by to wish you well and a safe journey ❤️ And some sort of flowery love in all of the bull you've had to put up with

I’ve been freed from Sunday! I’m back to my normal time which bleh, I miss Sammi, but I survived three cramped af flights 💀 I ended up being awake for 30 hours and slept for 15 when I finally got in oof

But thank you, I hope you’re having a wonderful start to your week 💖💖

#pegasusflight77 #answered.#nothing is real to me anymore I’m so out of it lmao

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debbiechanclub · 2 years

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lmao don’t be scared. i just wanted to voice my opinions and see if you agree with me since twitter is a scary place to do that yet i have one that i actively use 😵‍💫

respectfully, this was the worst aew ppv i’ve watched. most of them would’ve been fine on dynamite (i.e jericho vs danielson, the house of black tag match, ruby/ortiz vs sammy and tay). the matches were too short and i hated most of the match outcomes.

the womens match was a bit underwhelming, especially when toni won. the crowd didn’t even react for her and i felt so bad 😭 i liked how they have a reason to do a jaime/britt storyline and i’m glad they didn’t put the title on britt again bc i won’t be able to handle another title reign of hers 🧍🏽‍♀️

i didn’t pay much attention to moxley vs punk but i’m so glad mjf came back, im totally looking forward to him possibly being champion now that he won the ladder match. and have you seen the videos of cm punk going off in the scrum? i want to talk about that 😭

i am so sorry if this is a long ask, i have so much to say askdkjf

-💌

Hahaha phew! I'm glad this wasn't anything weird.

Anyway, I'd be afraid to say this on Twitter, too 😵 But my inbox is always a safe space for respectful discourse!

I'm gonna be honest with you: I fell asleep sometime during the HOB match, woke up to Punk winning, and promptly turned off the stream and went back to sleep 🙃 My biggest complaint about AEW PPVs is that they're way too long and try to do way too much. I'm a 34-year-old with a baby; I'm not staying up on a Sunday past 11 😂 But I get what you're saying; if there weren't so many matches, the ones that make the card could be longer and better, and then maybe it would feel like a PPV -worthy show instead of Dynamite and all the Darks mashed together 🙃 Like, wtf was that Christian vs. Jungle Boy match, and why was it on the main card instead of Pac's match?

And speaking of the women's title match, I've been waiting 10 years for Jamie to turn on Britt, and honestly THAT was the story of that match, which is why Toni winning seemed a little lackluster. That probably wouldn't have been the case if she'd taken the title off of Thunder Rosa as originally intended, but then people probably would have been mad because Thunder's reign has been HELLA misbooked so. Kind of a lose-lose for Toni.

But speaking of titles not being the main crux of the match... Dark Order vs. The Elite. They 100% could have had Hangman accidentally cost Dark Order the match in the semifinal and allowed Best Friends to go on to the final and get their moment as God intended. But no. Best Friends just do all the work and get none of the recognition.

As for Punk and MJF returning, I'll have to get back to you on that, because like I said, I went to sleep (no pun intended 😂). But I cannot WAIT to see how much of a train wreck the scrum was.

#asks #💌 anon

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That's what I was going to say! Your Casey gives very "traditional" vibes, maybe because of the wedding and last name but also idk because of the religion and going to church thing lol the 3 kids and wealthy lifestyle. Very old school 🥰

Hey Nonny,

You know, Casey and Tobias are contradictions in many ways, and that's by design. We tend to put people into boxes and think they live within those walls. But people are complex and unique, and they're not always what we expect them to be.

Casey wouldn't consider herself traditional. She would never describe herself that way. She grew up struggling in a diverse neighborhood in Philly. She saw how inequitable the world was firsthand... even within her own (extended) family. She moved to a wealthy suburb... and hated it. Tobias being wealthy was not a plus to her... not at all (there is a fic about that forthcoming.)

Her goal in life was to make the world around her more fair and just. Healthcare for all is her main mission. She knows it's an uphill battle, but she's going to do all she can to get there. She's an ardent feminist and fights for women, the lbgtq+ community of which she is a part, and for racial equity and social justice.

She always wanted a family but did not plan on having one so soon, and it honestly terrified her. One of the reasons she didn't completely freak out was because Tobias was so relaxed about it, so "We've got this, and we get to do this our way... no rules." Their family is everything to them... nothing matters more. But "traditional" families (as they're viewed in the U.S.) probably wouldn't approve of a lot of things they do and how they live (and neither one of them loses any sleep over that! lol)

Taking Tobias's name when they married was partially because she was expecting Samantha. She liked the idea of sharing a family name - but she didn't think it was necessary. It's also a testament to how much she loves and trusts Tobias because it's not something she would have been comfortable doing at other points in her life. But she's so confident in their relationship. She believes in them so much that she wants to do it, even though he makes it very clear that he doesn't expect her to.

When it comes to religion, Tobias was the one who was one who found that important when they met. Casey considered herself agnostic. Surviving the chemical attack and giving birth to Sammy changed that for Casey, though she admits that no one knows for sure, even after. With Tobias, he absolutely did not live a pious life, but the foundation growing up in his Church still was important in his life.

This was also by design. The black church in America is very different from other churches. It's often a cornerstone of the community. It provides a safe place and a sense of identity in a hostile nation. It played a huge role in the civil rights movement and continues to play a role in the fight for equity today. I HC that his mother's grandfather was a prominent pastor in their community, and while her father did not follow in his footsteps, their church remained an important part of their life, and they were actively involved.

By the time Tobias is in med school, he's only attending Church on holidays or when he visits family in DC, but the lessons he learned there are ingrained in him. He does turn to God during difficult times - but he never put the expectation on Casey that she should. But when she starts coming around to that on her own, he does support her.

They don't make church every Sunday after the girls come along, but they go frequently. I think they go more once they move to DC, and they can attend his family church. They're very open-minded, they are NOT Bible thumpers at all, and they really don't care for people who are. I see them as more spiritual than religious, but this plays a role in their life, and in turn, their children's.

Casey & Tobias are showing that families are different. They are a loving, devoted family, and faith is a part of their life, but they're open-minded, they have a liberal approach to raising their girls, and they don't fit a mold - because you don't have to.

MUCH more than you probably expected in an answer, lol, but again, don't get me talking about my babies - especially what makes them who they are. Thanks so much for your ask.

#tobias carrick #casey mactavish #casey carrick #tobias x casey #asks answered

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