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[forbescaroline]

235 FAVORITE SHIPS OF ALL TIME (ranked by my followers) 84. stef foster and lena adams foster - the fosters

[sapphiccharacterstournament]

Canon Sapphic Characters Tournament Round 2 (Bracket 3)

[amonovalis]

[lifesizehysteria]

For your drabbles. Would you like to do The fosters and hurt/comfort? Doesn't need to be too dramatic! Thank you for continuing to share!

Here, anon! This is supposed to be part of a longer one-shot that’s been sitting in my ideas folder for a couple years, so I figured why not at least get a little snippet of it out there in the world! 😊 Thanks for the prompt! Hurt/comfort isn’t my usual but I hope you like it.

“Mommy!”

Stef groaned when the hoarse yell, followed by Brandon’s hacking cough, woke her yet again. Her eyes felt like they were weighted with lead and every muscle in her body ached. Just as she was trying to wrestle her feet out from the comforter, wondering if she’d actually managed to tie herself in like the bag of garbage she currently felt like, she felt the weight of Lena’s hand on her hip.

“I’ll go,” she said gently.

“It’s fine,” Stef managed, not sure if her labored breathing was from her struggle with the blanket or the cement lodged in her sinuses. “He only wants—”

“You, I know. You’ve said that for three nights now. But you’re sick and you need to rest. You’re never going to get better if you stay up all night.”

Stef managed to free her legs and swing them over the side of the bed. It took considerable effort to get herself into anything resembling a sitting position, and when she spoke over her shoulder, she had to close her eyes to keep the room from wobbling like it was under water. “I’m used to it. He never let Mike either.”

“Just let me try. You’ll know soon enough if it’s not working.” Lena brushed the hair away from Stef’s brow and tucked the longer pieces that had escaped her ponytail behind her ear. Despite herself, Stef sagged even further forward at the delicate touch. She let Lena guide her back down onto her pillow and squinted up at her as she drew the blanket back up over her. Lena leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to her temple, and as she slipped back into an aching, unsettled sleep, Stef realized she had nothing to worry about. Brandon would be fine if he felt even half as safe with Lena as she did.

[kira-nerys-rocks]

13. What's a character or ship you haven't written/drawn yet but would like to some day?

24. What's your favourite thing about Katrina Cornwell?

Thank you for the ask <3

13. I haven't written for kiradax yet, idk why, but I'd definitely love to! I did at least make fanart for them, though most of that was commissioned xD

Oh, also perhaps Lena and Stef from the Fosters? I have neither written for them yet, nor drawn either of them. Shame on me...

24. Ehehehe, Kat my beloved ♥️

Where do I start? Where do I end? How could I pick just one thing about her?

Okay, so. I love how strong and badass she is, the way she keeps going no matter what. Screaming in L'Rell's face. Fighting even after her spinal injury and the way she's trying to comforting and grounding Tyler even though she has her own problems in that situation. I love how she doesn't just take over the captain's chair of Discovery when she's aboard but takes command more subtly, leaving space for the captain while still being in control. I love how she cares for the people around her. Worrying about her old friend Lorca, but also caring about the people under her command. I love all her knowledge and psychological background, and again, taking time to be there for spontaneous therapy sessions like she did with Hugh. Also her snarky replies? The "I don't supposed I have to tell you it's the middle of the night" when Burnham shows up at her quarters or when Hugh starts the talk by starting that she used to be a therapist and she just goes "yes, I'm aware". And there's so much more as well but my brain is not really braining right now. I just love love love her. I think I need to rewatch her episodes. Or just your Kat scene pack. I should make an edit. Aaaaah. (I don't have time right now but still)

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[beatriceeagle]

Look I know I just made a Two Nickels meme, but

[ukendeavour]

A couple that went through way too much in such a short space of time and came out stronger. #adamsfoster #thefosters #stefadamsfoster #lenaadamsfoster #teripolo #sherrisaum https://www.instagram.com/p/Ch2TO9ZN3Yp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[englishstrawbie]

"i think you should kiss me." "really?" "yeah." + AdamsFoster please 🙏🏻

Stef fidgets, pulling at the t-shirt she wears. This is stupid, she thinks to herself. She really isn’t the kind of person who does yoga, but when Lena suggested it, she said yes immediately. Apparently it will be good for her mind as well as her body – according to Lena. Ever since she caught Stef in her car, close to tears, after dropping Brandon off at the school for a get-to-know-you session before enrolling in the fall, she has been trying to find ways to help her.

If only Lena knew that she was part of the problem. That being in her presence stirs something inside of Stef that she has kept buried for years. That the way she looks at Stef leaves her feeling torn in half and exposed. That the moment Stef laid eyes on her, she knew that her life was about to change – if only she was brave enough to let it.

She is still fighting it, in her head, at least. She tells herself that it is just because she and Mike are in a bad place that she is misinterpreting Lena’s acts of kindness – the book she gave her, because she thought Stef would like it; the recipe for meatballs with hidden vegetables in the sauce that she thought Brandon would like; and now yoga.

Stef jiggles her leg nervously, looking around at the women that walk past her and into the building. Their hands are manicured (Stef can’t remember the last time she filed her nails), their hair styled (Stef has had the same haircut for the last five years), their clothes designer (Stef found her t-shirt in the back of her closet). The feeling that she doesn’t belong here, in the company of these women – and Lena – is growing, and she is about to leave when she hears a familiar voice calling out her name.

“Stef! Hi!” Lena says. “I’m sorry I’m late, I had an emergency with a broken fence panel.”

Stef opens her mouth, but no words come out. She is too distracted by how beautiful Lena is, even when she is flustered after rushing around. Her thick dark hair is pulled back into a low ponytail, and Stef follows a small bead of sweat as it trickles down her neck and chest, into the dip between her breasts.

Stef’s face turns bright red at being so obvious and she clears her through. “Oh, it’s fine,” she says eventually.

“Shall we?” Lena says, looking towards the door.

Stef nods and follows her inside. There is little time for small talk before the class starts and Stef spends the next hour trying to figure out how to get in and out of a bow half without falling over.

“I’m sorry,” Lena says as they step back outside into the sunlight. “Maybe we should have opted for an easier class.”

Stef shakes her head, telling her not to worry. She might not have been any good at yoga, but the looks and giggles they had shared made it all worthwhile. Stef knows she would say yes to anything if it meant spending time with Lena.

“So, coffee?” Stef asks, her voice hopeful.

Lena looks at her ruefully. “I ought to get home, I kind of left the fence half falling down so that I could make it to yoga with you.”

Stef’s heart drops with disappointment, until a thought springs into her mind. “I could come and take a look at it… if you want?”

“Really? That would be great,” Lena says.

“Sure. I’m pretty good with my hands.”

Stef groans inwardly at how it sounds, but Lena doesn’t say anything, just grabs Stef’s phone to input her address. Her house is only a fifteen minute drive away and the traffic is kind to them. Lena makes iced tea, sweetening it with fresh peaches, while Stef secures the broken fence panel with rope tied to a nearby tree to stop it from falling over and doing any serious damage – it is a temporary fix until a professional can do a proper job, but Lena is grateful nonetheless.

“You have a really lovely house,” Stef says, looking around at how neat and clean it is, everything in its right place – so different from her own chaotic house.

“Thank you,” Lena says. “You know, I’m really happy that you chose Anchor Beach for Brandon.”

Stef smiles. “Me too. I think he’s really going to like it there.”

Lena leans back in her seat. “So, if yoga isn’t your thing, maybe we should find something else.”

We. The word imprints itself on Stef’s mind.

“You don’t have to do that,” she says. “I’m sure you’ve got better things to do with your time than worry about me.

“I do worry about you,” Lena says. “I don’t like seeing you upset.”

“Why?” Stef asks curiously. “I mean, you barely know me.”

Lena shrugs. “Maybe I want to know you better.”

She leans forward and wraps her hand around Stef’s. Stef watches at the way Lena runs her thumb over the sensitive part of her wrist, her breath catching in her throat as their hands move in sync, until they are palm-to-palm, their fingers interlinking. It is crazy to Stef that something as simple as a touch can ignite so many feelings in her, yet she feels her whole body react in a way that she is not used to.

“Stef…”

Lena voice is low and soft, and the part of Stef that she hides away starts to resurface. Stef’s instinct is to push it back down and she jerks her hand away suddenly.

“I should go.”

“You don’t have to leave,” Lena says.

“I do,” Stef says. “I think… I think I shouldn’t have come here.”

Stef grabs her bag and starts to walk towards the front door, Lena in pursuit after her.

“We shouldn’t do this again.” She opens the front door, but pauses, looking back over her shoulder. “I think you’re amazing, Lena, but I have a husband, a family.”

“Are you happy?”

The question takes Stef by surprise.

“What?”

“Are you happy? With your life? With Mike?”

“You can’t ask me that,” Stef says, her skin prickling.

“Why not?” Lena says. “If you tell me you’re happy, then you can walk out that door and I won’t contact you again, unless it’s about Brandon’s education. But if you can’t do that, if you can’t tell me that your life is exactly how you want it to be, then…”

“Then what?” Stef interjects. “If I tell you that being with Mike isn’t what I want, if I tell you that the thought of going home, to our bed, fills me with dread, what happens next?”

Lena steps forwards and takes Stef’s hands, encouraging her to turn towards her. It ignites the chemistry between them once more and Stef closes her eyes, trying to fight it, but Lena is making it so damn hard.

“Then… I think you should kiss me.”

Stef’s eyes fly open and she shakes her head in disbelief. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Lena says. “I think you should kiss me and let yourself feel whatever it is you’ve buried away. Because you deserve to be loved and wanted for who you are, Stef, not who you think you should be.”

Stef’s eyes fill with tears at her words. If only it was that simple.

Lena tugs at her hand, closing the gap between them a little more.

“Kiss me, Stef.”

For the first time in her life, Stef listens to her heart instead of her head and leans in, pressing her lips against Lena’s. They are soft and sweet, and when Lena kisses her back, it is the most tender, most gentle, most loving kiss she has ever experienced.

When their lips part, a sigh of relief escapes from Stef – relief from everything that she has been carrying since she was a young girl. She hasn’t let it all go yet, but it is a start. And so, she closes the door and stays.

Romantic moment prompts

Thank you for the prompt @lifesizehysteria. Did you know that apparently today is 10 years since episode 1x04 aired?

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[mistynats]

GOOD TROUBLE | 4.02 Stef and Lena

[abcfamilydaily]

I think it's high time that somebody kissed somebody, don't you think?

[amonovalis]

[lifesizehysteria]

Getting There | An AdamsFoster Fix-it Fic

Fandom: The Fosters/AdamsFoster

Rating: T-M

Summary: A fix it fic for the faking orgasms scene in 2x16

A/N: Unless you've watched the episode recently, I suggest rewatching the scene in their bed, as well as the scene before hand when they are talking at the dining room table.

This scene has always bothered me, so I finally got around to writing it the way I wish it would have gone. This is a conversation between two emotionally mature adults who've been together for ten years and *already* know that sex does not have to be goal oriented.

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Focus. Stef took a deep breath, willing it to clear her distracted mind as she exhaled. She focused on the heat of Lena’s mouth, and her fingers gripping the backs of her thighs, and the warm, pleasant tingle beginning to spread up her abdomen, and... six years! How do you go six years without having sex with your wife? The harder she tried to stop thinking about it, the more she thought about it, and after another minute, when the pleasant tingle halted then slowly dissipated, she gave up and let herself sink down into the mattress.

Lena lifted her head, concern in her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just... I don’t know. Can’t get there?”

Lena pulled herself up onto her knees. “I wasn’t hurting you, was I?”

“No, love. You were doing everything right. It just... wasn’t working,” she shrugged.  

“Do you want to try something else? A different position or—?“

Stef looked appreciative, but shook her head. “I think I’m too much in my own head at this point. It’s fine.”

Lena tipped her head to one side. “You sure?”

“Absolutely.” She nodded, offering a warm smile for reassurance.

Lena dropped a kiss onto one of Stef’s knees and then they both shimmied under the sheet as Lena laid down beside her. Stef turned to face her, gliding her hand up her thigh and over her hip.

“We don’t have to stop, y’know?”

“…Really?”

“Mhmm.” Stef’s voice rumbled deep in her throat as her hand inched higher.

When Lena spoke, her words were thin and breathy, her head already feeling a little fuzzy. “Because we don’t have to if you’re not feeling it.”

“I don’t know about it,” Stef said, leaning closer so her lips almost brushed Lena’s, “but I’m certainly feeling you.” She grinned as she captured Lena’s lips, and was eagerly received.

As Stef’s hand reached her breast, cupping it while she rolled her nipple beneath her thumb, Lena sighed into their kiss. She felt like she could float away so she rolled onto her back, pulling Stef on top of her, anchoring her to earth.

When Lena pushed her hips up against her, Stef slipped her hand back down beneath the sheet. With the lightest touch to her thighs, Lena spread her legs, and although she wasn’t expecting her to be ready quite so quickly, that was all the invitation Stef needed. She used the arm beneath Lena to lift her shoulders, exposing her neck so she could draw her tongue across it at the same time as she sunk her fingers into the wet heat of her inner folds.

Lena was overwhelmed by sensation—the slick caress of Stef’s fingers, the scrape of teeth against her throat, the burning trail from her lips and tongue across her chest, the desperate rush of her own breathing that was her only relief to the building pressure. Her hands grasped at Stef—her shoulders, her hips, her hair—as if she were trying to be everywhere all at once but nothing was enough. She was already close but her head was spinning, so she closed her eyes tight, focusing just on the rhythmic circles of Stef’s hand. She gripped the pillow behind her with one hand, pressing down harder, her body tense against the edge she couldn’t quite get over.

“Did we lose it?” Stef asked as she looked down at the concentration etched in Lena’s face.

“No. Just… a little more…” she reached down to guide Stef’s hand, “yeah. Stay right there.” Stef did as she was told, keeping steady, and rebuilding momentum as Lena’s hips rocked down against her again. Determined, Lena pulled Stef down to her, burying her face into the crook of her neck, but Stef could already tell. She was trying too hard, trying to hold onto what was already gone. After another minute, Lena’s grip loosened, and as her body stilled, so did Stef.

“We lost it, didn’t we?”

Frustrated, Lena blew out an exhale. “Yep.”

Stef dropped her head against Lena’s temple for a moment before rolling over and flopping onto her own pillow. Lying side by side, they both heaved a defeated sigh.

The quiet pressed on them, neither sure of what to say. It wasn’t the first time this had happened, but it was the first time it happened to them both on the same night. It was Lena who broke the silence.

“I think I had too much wine.” Her tone was flat, sounding as disappointed as she felt. “Maybe next time we should have sex before dinner. Or maybe we should have dinner. And less drinks.” Because squeeze pouches of applesauce really didn’t qualify as a meal. Especially when they’d had an entire bottle of wine.

“I think… there was just a lot of pressure tonight and—”

“All the pressure to have sex tonight was coming from you.” It came out sounding more like an accusation than she’d meant, but it was true nonetheless.

Stef sighed. “No, I know, that’s not—I just mean… I couldn’t stop thinking about Hope and Kim not having sex for so long, and then it, it started to feel like I was, I don’t know, trying to prove some point instead of just enjoying it.”

A weighty silence passed before Lena slipped her hand beneath Stef’s in the space between them, lacing their fingers together. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I know it’s been hard lately. Especially with how long it took to start having sex again after losing Frankie.”

“Sweetheart, you were grieving. We both were.” She squeezed Lena’s hand as she spoke. “I don’t fault you for that. We both needed time, and I wanted you to have however long you needed.”

“I know, but… even now sometimes, I can be completely in the mood, then half way through it’ll hit me all over again. Suddenly my body doesn’t feel like mine anymore and I have to stop. And then I feel guilty for ruining it because it’s already so hard for us to find time with everything else going on.”

“My love, you don’t ever have to feel guilty for that. I’m just glad you feel safe enough to be honest with me when it happens because I don’t ever want you to feel pressured or, or like this is some obligation you have to fulfill—”

“I don’t. I never have.” Her cheeks puffed out as she blew out a sigh. “But I have to admit, sometimes I miss when sex didn’t come with all this baggage and we could just enjoy each other.”

Stef shifted onto her side, her face full of understanding. “I know, love.” There was warmth and love in her eyes as she held Lena’s gaze, and her thumb stroked back and forth over the softness of her palm. “Is that what happened tonight? You thought about Frankie?” Her question was gentle, and the care in her voice created a bloom of tenderness in Lena’s chest.

“No.” She shook her head, smiling. “I think this really was just too much wine on an empty stomach.”

Stef laughed despondently. “Yeah, well, at least you didn’t psych yourself out about lesbian bed death while in the middle of having lesbian sex.” She rolled her eyes closed, shaking her head at herself.

Lena pressed a smiling, sympathetic kiss to Stef’s lips. “You have nothing to worry about,” she said as she pulled back to look her in the eye. “You know that, right? We’re fine. Even with the really hard year we’ve had, we’re still finding time. It’s okay if it’s not as often as it used to be.”

Appreciative of the reassurance, but still feeling a bit unsettled by the whole thing, Stef smiled as she squeezed Lena’s hand again. “Do you just want to cuddle for a while?”

“Are you just going to fall asleep on me?”

“Not right away.” She winked, making Lena laugh as she leaned in to kiss her. “C’mere,” she said, patting Lena’s hip to encourage her to turn over.

Lena shuffled backwards, appreciating the warmth of Stef’s skin against her back. The weight of her arm draped over her waist was so familiar and comfortable, she felt like she was melting into her as Stef pressed kisses to her neck, and jaw, and shoulder. Closing her eyes, Lena sighed, not even aware of the smile pulling across her lips.

“We’re not losing our spark, are we?” Stef asked softly.

“Do you think we are?” Lena asked, careful not to let her surprise sound like defensiveness. At the moment, with the way she felt just lying in Stef’s arms, that seemed unimaginable, but she was willing to admit to herself that she’d had similar worries in the last year. Life had gotten harder, and their relationship always felt like the only thing that could be put on the back burner, because it was the one thing she thought she could trust to still be there when all the fires were put out. Of course, that hadn’t stopped her from worrying that maybe, while getting all those other fires under control, they would come out on the other side only to realize that they’d accidentally extinguished their flame as well.

“No. It’s just… In the beginning when everything is so exciting because it’s new… it’s intense and, and everything just comes so easily. Sometimes, I worry that being comfortable and settled will turn into complacency, and we won’t notice until it’s too late.”

Lena didn’t respond right away, and Stef grew tense in the quiet that settled over them, feeling more vulnerable and unsure the longer it dragged on.

When Lena finally spoke, it was with a quiet reverence. “I still get excited every time you walk through the door at night. It may not be new, but it’s better. Because we’ve seen each other at our best, and our worst, and we still choose this life over and over again. The way our love thrives in the day-to-day is my favorite part of us, and I’ll happily take it over new passion every single day for the rest of my life.”

This time, it was Stef who let the silence linger. She considered what her wife was saying, and the events of the evening, and all the way back to the beginning of their relationship. She realized how right Lena was. The familiarity and security of their love was what had sustained them for so long. It was what made them stronger together, and it was why, when she stopped worrying about what anyone else might think, it didn’t matter how often they were having sex, or if sometimes an orgasm was elusive, or if intimacy sometimes just meant talking and cuddling until they fell asleep. What mattered was that they were still happy, still growing closer, still finding peace in one another, even on the hardest days. After all, a spark can only ignite a fire. It takes so much more to keep it burning.

“For the record, I’m happy anytime we get to be together, finish or not.”

Lena smiled. “Me too.”

“And this right here?” She nuzzled Lena’s neck, pulling her closer. “This is my favorite part.”

“Of us?”

“Of everything.”

[natanscott]

MARIANA ADAMS FOSTER  

The Fosters (2013-2018) 4.06 “Justify”

BITCHES GET SHIT DONE

[singinprincess]

SHERRI SAUM as Cressida Gordon | SVU 23.16

[ukendeavour]

How Stef says no to her no one knows #sherrisaum #teripolo #adamsfoster #thefosters #stefadamsfoster #lenaadamsfoster #steffoster #lenaadams https://www.instagram.com/p/CkQiMkDtuTx/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=