#adam au

[cabbt]

What if the roles were reversed?

[according2thelore]

Late Teens Omega!Dean having to breastfeed baby Adam and Sam being like, "Could you do it in another room?" or "dude, at least put a blanket on" all the while being secretly jealous of the literal infant.

That's it.

That's all I gotta say. ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

hi, anon!

FUCKK your brain!!! yes!! (this is about the adam au found here!) this definitely puts adam as a bit younger than the other posts in this au, but i am in love w this idea so harddd

putting a cut for lactation!

john never told dean he had to do it. he'd never come out and say it like that, but dean knows what's expected of him.

john didn't have to say the other part out loud either--take care of sammy--because that kinda shit is wrought up in dean's bones. he'd do it even if john begged him not to.

but this...it's unspoken. dad wouldn't ask him to do it, but dean knows how to make himself helpful.

it's an accident that it happens at all.

adam cries often, all the damn time. he's so young, barely a few months old. it's so rare for a pup to lose their mother so early, and without the proper pack bonds to support it, the pup can die, too.

dean could barely look at the kid for the first month. his presence was a constant reminder that dad had walked out on them, on mom, on the mission, to play happy families--or at least, happy man and wife--while he and sam had been left in some shithole town or another.

but...

baby adam would squall and squirm and scream at all hours of the day, tiny hands grasping for a mother that wasn't there.

in short, adam reminded dean of sam.

dean had prayed when he was younger--so, so young, right after mary died--that god would bring his mommy back, that the angels could help him take care of sammy. he'd fix bottles with a religiosity and intensity that had frightened dad at the time. dean remembered.

and here's more proof that god doesn't exist--or if he does, he's the most sadistic bastard that dean's ever had the pleasure of conceptualizing--dean's breasts started to grow.

it was unheard of.

dean presented as an omega--big fucking disappointment--a little early, aged twelve. he'd been on supps pretty regularly since then, since the heats were so debilitating and disruptive that dad had to haul sam out of the motel room by the back of his neck like a pup. dean tried to go on scent blockers a few years back, but they gave sammy a panic attack, so dean would only go on them when dad went out of town.

that being said, puberty was OVER. done with. finished.

but that damn baby got plopped into their lives, and dean's nipples started to ache. his chest got a little bigger. he was fucking...lactating. like a goddamn cow. like an omega. it was sickening.

dad doesn't ask him to do it.

But dean does it anyway, because he's a good son. he's a good pack omega (as much as the title drives dread through him), and he takes care of his pups. even when he didn't ask for them.

it's hard to stay mad at adam, when he fights his way to lifting his head, when he fights his way onto his stomach, when he wiggles excitedly when dean turns on PBS and lets the fucking wiggles cheer about whatever the wiggles get excited about.

now, dean sighs as he fumbles with the motel keys. he's been out at the dollar store, trying to piece together a coherent meal out of shelf-stable products. he's definitely going to have to go out and hustle pool after he gets adam to bed. the door finally swings open, and dean sighs in relief.

dad's been gone for about a week. caleb dropped by and snagged him for a ghoul hunt up in rochester, and so he and sammy and adam have been camped out in a motel room with cable tv and a kitchenette with a hotplate that dean can't get enough of.

sam's home from school already, propped up on the table with his schoolbag and a couple of textbooks. he looks up when dean enters, and grumbles out a tired 'hey.' sam hasn't presented yet--a late bloomer, by all accounts--but his body's been taking a beating lately regardless. dean kicks his leg as he passes, and sam grumbles irritably.

"how's the pup?" dean asks, and dean can hear the scowl in sam's voice as he mutters, 'been a fucking peach.'

sam hasn't been as willing to work through dad's indiscretions. he won't look at the kid if he can help it. dean crosses the room, over to the corner where adam's crib is leaning against the wall next to sam's bed.

dean's pretty damn good at denial, but he can't deny the way his chest cracks open--explosive, maddening--when adam lights up as dean comes into view.

he starts wiggling immediately, little arms flailing and legs kicking in a lopsided rhythm.

"hey there, pup," dean murmurs, poking the little fucker in the stomach. adam squeals in delight, and he takes dean's finger in a little chubby fist and sticks it immediately in his mouth.

dean groans.

he's hungry.

he'd been fed just before sam came back from school and dean traded out to go to the store. but clearly, the pup is a bottomless pit.

"come on," dean sighs, reaching down into their makeshift bassinet and pulling a wriggling adam into his arms. he sits down heavily on the foot of sam's bed, and shrugs out of the sleeve of his shirt. his tits are still small enough that he hadn't felt the need to bind them, but the second his tits became obvious through his shirt, he's taking bandages to them. it takes a bit of maneuvering to get adam situated, especially with the onset of adam's quiet squalling.

"yeah, yeah," dean mocks, "keep your shirt on."

but they both let out a sigh of relief when adam finally latches. dean wants to flop back against the bed, but knows adam will absolutely bite his tit straight off if he does. dean looks down at his baby brother's face, and when adam blinks up at him, for just a moment, he looks like sammy did when he was a baby.

big, big eyes. chubby cheeks with little moles, surprisingly thick eyebrows. eyelids slanted underneath his browbone.

dean snorts. he curls a finger around adam's little cheek, so soft that dean's afraid his calluses will scratch his skin, make him bleed. adam's tiny fist, clenching at air above him, swings out and smacks at dean's hand, before wrapping a tiny hand around dean's finger with surprising strength.

"woah, easy tiger." dean laughs--coos, really--but gently lets the other fingers on his hand curl around adam's tiny fist. adam's grip slowly relaxes, and his next blink is a bit slower. "there we go, kid. bein' real good for me today, huh?"

there's something loud--a creak-snap--and dean's jerked out of whatever oxytocin high the pup's got him on to find sammy dropping the cracked carcass of a mechanical pencil from his fist. sam shakes his fist out, shoulders tense, and he starts muttering darkly.

"you okay over there, lou ferrigno?" dean calls.

sam's head whips around, and dean jerks back a bit from the spark in sam's eyes.

"dude, could you do that in another room?" he asks, teeth gritted. dean blinks. he looks around at the single motel room they share, the two beds, the kitchenette.

"the bathroom?" dean asks, incredulously. sam scowls.

"could you put on a blanket, at least?"

dean gapes.

"what the hell's your problem?" dean asks. his stomach churns. sam's never been weird about him being an omega. ever.

hell, for the first few of his heats, sam insisted on staying behind with dean to make sure he stayed fed and alive. sam's on that new-age enlightenment bullshit and insists that omegas are more than their presentation, blah blah blah. he's trying to talk dean into radicalization on a weekly basis. and now, suddenly that sam can see physical proof of dean's omega-ness, he's being a dick?

sam's so good at reading him that he can tell whatever's happening on dean's face is A Bad Thing.

"not like that," sam shakes his head. he looks so frustrated, so uncomfortable, and for the first time, dean can see the tips of his ears are burning red. "just...maybe be quieter about it, is all."

realization hits dean like a lightning bolt.

"sammy, are you--"

sam tenses, the redness on his ears flaming down to his cheeks.

"--being a prude about this?"

sam looks confused for a second, then relieved, then affronted. he sputters.

"w-what? no!"

dean coos, relief unspooling in his chest that his baby brother isn't being a dick.

"aw, it's okay, sammy," dean reassures him, "it's natural."

dean doesn't say that he used to pray he'd be able to do something similar with sammy. that he would've killed to take care of sammy like this. that sometimes--and he'll take this to his grave--he wakes up from dreams of having a six-month old sammy at his chest and feeling hollow when there is no baby in his arms.

sammy is still scowling, "just because it's natural doesn't mean i want it in my face."

dean crows.

"oh it's not in your face yet, little brother!" he hauls himself to his feet, and sam's eyes go wide, mouth dropping open.

"don't--" sam sputters, and falls out of his chair.

dean laughs so hard that he dislodges adam, who retaliates by punching dean straight in the tit. little fucker.

~~~

as far as i can tell, folks use "pup" and "baby" interchangeably in omegaverse, so that's what i've done here. baby adam is NOT a small dog, lmao.

on another note, little does dean know, anon, that sam is absolutely ON FIRE with jealousy, watching dean coo over adam and pick him up and cradle his little face. sam hasn't been able to tear his eyes away from dean's chest since his milk came in, hasn't been able to focus on anything else.

the second he hears dean cooing, and adam's little peals quieted, he's bent in half, tearing at his hair. can't even explain it, really, until he presents, until his new knot throbs in his pants when dean--smelling like a fucking dream--feeds their the kid. it drives him mad. it eats him ALIVEEE.

his stomach is hollow and his head bangs like a drum and his palms itch because he needs dean like he needs to breathe and something else is taking up his mental real estate. dean shouldn't get to sound like that with anyone else. adam shouldn't get to have parts of dean that he can't.

argh! thank you for this prompt, anon! i hope you enjoyed! :)

-lizzy

[minishflea]

Toddlers are handfuls lol, poor Adam

Gift/Fan art for @cabbt adam au fic (even though these are the rottmnt designs)

Love this fic, is a slow burn with trauma and healing (sorry im shit at compliments ;v; )

[gummysnowflakes]

Traditional sketch of @cabbt’s Ellie cause it’s been WAY too long. ❤️

[atomicmindz]

A close friend of mine has written this amazing fic called Adam (go read it!!!), and I just HAD to draw a fanart for it, so here you go!

[uraverageimp]

Ok, so uhm, finally finished!

I got lazy with the design lmao- (and also got too lazy to finish the rest of the chain)

I'm proud of the eyes tho, so pritti!! :3 ♡♡☆

ok anyways-

So In this AU, Adam was a fallen Angel (was fallen before exterminations exists) bc ????? I don't know the reason, this was just a poorly thought of AU that came to me like a vision when I was tired, barely awake and sleep deprived at 3AM. Idk abt that but I'm sure I'll come up with a good reason maybe in about 4 months or so- anyways, back on track.

After his fall from grace, he gets desperate to get back on his feet, so he makes a deal with this woman who let's call B (cuz she's a bitc-) and B owns a talent agency and Adam is pretty good with the guitar so she offers to be his manager in exchange for his soul (I think that's how it works? Idrk and Idrc abt logistics, this is just a silly AU I made) and Adam accepts her offer and starts working as a singer/guitarist in a band with 3 other dudes called "__". (I'm trying to come up with a clever name but nothing seems to be going on in this mind of mine. Pls help)

He gets popular and is pretty much well known. He sleeps around a lot (he has extreme hypersexuality) has a terrible alcohol, cigarette and drug addiction, is depressed, has severe anxiety and PTSD, abandonment issues, dependent, trauma, etc... all those good character ingredients that makes them much more flavorful.

His relationship with B is an open one but B can get very possessive at times. B has sharp nails, she would sometimes grab Adam very hard that it scratches him and during sex would scratch him that results to him bleeding.. a lot.. everywhere- (he has many scars from B and SH). During fights, B would always bring up the fact that if it weren't for her, taking him in, giving him a job. He would still have been on the streets and/or dead by now (which is true) so Adam's basically powerless and indebted to her. And ig that's all that i could think of saying for now, I'm pretty sure i had a lot more to say but I think i lost it somewhere.. I swear I just put it here... ah- anyways-

Conclusion: B is a gaslighting, manipulative, lying narcissistic bitch.

And Adam has 10+ mental illnesses/issues and a shit load of trauma that not even therapy can fix

TL;DR: Adam is a rockstar and is in a deal he can't escape. He's also in an abusive relationship with the woman holding his soul/his manager. :3 (He also has a shit ton of trauma)

Uhm I'm very bad at explaining so sorry if you don't understand it much 😭

Also, sorry if the color coding is annoying, i got carried away TT _ TT

[the-kings-tail-fin]

Adam Weathers is given the chance of a lifetime (besides racing) to be the first car on mars. He says?... Cal says?... small fic or head cannons? :3

He’s dead, yo.

His freed spirit can go to to Mars and beyond. There’s a universe waiting for him.

[kylo-ren-writes]

Lost

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Adam Driver

Request: anon requested:

“I see a ton of Kylo x Reader floating about. What I really want is a fiction where Kylo meets Adam Driver. Now that would be hilarious 😂”

Warnings: uhhh, I have no idea honestly, maybe just a warning for this whole fic because I probably totally got Adam’s personality wrong. But I wanted to give this a try, so I hope it’s somewhat enjoyable!

A/N: this... is probably the weirdest thing I’ve written, but tbh I love it! And sorry if I didn’t get Adam right, I feel weird writing him, but I tried! Thank you for the request anon, you’re amazing!

Kylo Ren scrunched his face up in confusion as he lifted his head up from the floor, slowly using his limbs to lift his body up at the same time. He couldn’t recognize his surroundings, they were nothing he had ever seen before, with painted walls and vanities with makeup and special fx makeup scattered on top. Not that he knew what any of that was. Around the smallish room were tall chairs and dark costumes that made him look down at his own outfit.

Kylo had pulled himself off of the floor and before he could inspect the familiar articles of clothing further, he was interrupted by an even more familiar voice behind him.

“Hi there...” The familiar voice trailed off and Kylo whipped around, gloved hand instantly grabbing for his lightsaber- which was not there.

Kylo looked down at his waist where his lightsaber was usually kept, giving it a confused look before he looked up at the stranger who had startled him.

It was a man, with the same height as him, dark hair, pale skin, with moles that dotted his face in random places. The stranger was wearing odd looking clothing, bluish looking pants with a grey shirt and a dark grey jacket type of thing over top. Kylo didn’t know what the hell this odd looking man was wearing but he found himself already glaring at him.

However, all negative thoughts over this peculiar stranger in front of him were halted as he remembered his predicament. He didn’t know where he was or rather how he got here. The last thing he could remember was fighting with Rey over that blasted lightsaber in his ex masters throne room. Was this a work of the force?

“Where am I?!” Kylo demanded while taking a step forward with his usual hunched, menacing stance used to scare off annoying officers, with the hard glare he had on his face. Although the stranger looked unaffected by Kylo’s harshness. Maybe it was hard to look intimidating towards someone that was the same exact height as you.

The stranger smiled and reached out a hand towards Kylo. “Hi! I’m Adam Driver!” He smiled nervously, laughing awkwardly.

Kylo looked down at his outstretched hand and glared at it, then looked back up at the stranger, glaring just as hard.

Adam dropped his hand slowly with a nervous laugh and put his hands in the pockets of his unzipped dark grey sweater. “Uh, you’re in a dressing room...” Adam responded, remembering the man’s question from before. “Are you lost? The set is just-“

“Dressing room?!” Kylo spat, cutting Adam off.

Adam ran a hand through his dark hair nervously, “Yeah...”

Kylo stood up taller, trying to seem bigger than the man of the same size before him. “Why am I in the place where you dress yourself?”

“O-oh well, uh, it’s not just me, uh, other people use it too, to uh, put on there costumes.” Adam responded and gestured over to the rack of clothing Kylo had noticed earlier, then putting his hand back in his pocket, sucking in his bottom lip.

Kylo looked over to where Adam had pointed but it only made him more confused. He looked back at the man before him and clenched his fists, the leather straining underneath the force of his grip. None of that mattered, what mattered was getting back to what he had been doing before.

“How do I get back to the Supremacy?” Kylo asked, his stare level with Adam’s.

Adam smiled lightly, amused. He couldn’t figure out if this stranger was acting or on drugs. “The... Supremacy...?” Adam asked slowly. What was a Supremacy?

“Yes!” Kylo narrowed his dark brows. Why was he smiling? What was so funny?! “How do I get back to the Supremacy?!” Kylo demanded once again.

Adam cocked his head to the side, confused. “What is a... Supremacy?” He asked. “Do you mean the set? Because if so, the set is just...” Adam turned his body to point behind himself, but turned back when he heard a growl come from the strange man. He once again dropped his hand back down to his side but let it hang there, rather than put it back into his pocket.

Kylo leaned over towards Adam, glaring at him. “No! The Supremacy!” Kylo stressed and growled again. “If you won’t tell me, I’ll just take it from you!” Kylo lifted his gloved hand up and towards Adam.

But strangely... nothing happened. Kylo couldn’t see inside Adam’s mind. He tried harder, his face contorting into a frustrated focused expression, while Adam just gave Kylo a weird look.

Adam’s eyes flitted between Kylo’s gloved hand and his contorted face. “Uhh...” he trailed off, not knowing what to make of this situation.

Kylo dropped his hand, giving up and letting out a frustrated growl. He stepped back and turned around, suddenly wishing he had his lightsaber so he could slash at everything in this room.

Adam watched Kylo and pursed his lips together and moved his eyes to the floor. Kylo whipped back around with less of a glare and rather more of a grimace. Adam looked back up at Kylo with a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

Kylo narrowed his eyes. “Stop doing that.” He demanded.

Adam let out another awkward laugh and furrowed his brows. “Stop doing what?”

“That.” Kylo seethed, annoyed.

Adam lifted a dark brow, not understanding what he was doing that caused this stranger such distress.

Kylo rolled his eyes. “Smiling, you’re smiling. Stop it.”

This only caused Adam to smile again and he chuckled at Kylo’s moodiness.

“Now you’re laughing at me.” Kylo glared, clenching his fists.

Adam laughed. “No! No... uh... haha, no I just...” Adam shook his head and cut himself off with a couple coughs. “Um, do you know how you got here, or...”

“I woke up here.” Kylo spat.

“Did you fall asleep?” Adam asked, curiously.

Kylo sighed angrily. “One minute I was some where else, the next minute I woke up here-“ Kylo pointed behind himself, “-On the floor in your... dressing... room.”

Adam raised his brows. “O... kay...” he trailed off. “Um, are you supposed to be here?”

“I’m supposed to be crushing the Resistance!” Kylo yelled, raising his voice.

This only caused Adam to be even more confused. “The... Resistance?”

Kylo released another growl and ran his gloved hand through his hair roughly, pulling at it, as he looked off in another direction. “Must have been the force.” He thought out loud.

Adam let out a small laugh. “The force...”

“What?!” Kylo moved his eyes back onto Adam at hearing him laugh again.

Adam quickly covered it with a cough and flickered his eyes between Kylo and the wall behind him. “Sorry, um... nothing... I can show you around? Maybe you’ll recognize something familiar?” Adam offered, pressing his lips into a line.

Kylo considered his offer and narrowed his eyes at Adam. Almost pouting, he mumbled a “Fine.” Before tilting his chin up.

“O-Okay... um... this way.” Adam gestured, stepping aside for Kylo to go ahead of him. But when Kylo wouldn’t move, instead opting to just glare at the man, Adam went ahead instead, exiting the room first.

What the hell had he gotten himself into?!