#hello elliot and congrats again!

[hornystiel]

for @justcastiel 's 2k celebration

prompts: smoke + yeehaw + light

1,6k. this one is explicit guys

Not to corrupt a falling angel even further, but somehow Dean finds himself in a dimly lit motel room alone with Castiel, offering him a cigarette.

It goes like this. They went to some cowboy-themed bar, some of the monsters there yeed their last haws, Dean’s got a shiner for his troubles and Cas keeps asking him how a cowgirl can be ‘reverse’. A typical evening.

Gradually losing his grace and wings must suck enormous balls, but at least Cas got some disappointment out of his system by beating up those poor bastards, and now they are both fuzzily relaxed back at their shitty room. Still, Cas offered to heal him, when Dean took the shirt off and plopped on the tiny squeaky bed, rummaging in his bag for a smoke, but the feeling of aching muscles, a few scratches and a cigarette in his teeth feels like home to Dean so, no, no healing.

Cas keeps looking at the cigarette with such undivided attention that Dean can’t help but ask “you wanna try one?”

And who’s Cas if not somebody who’s taking the apples from the Eden’s garden for Dean to make a pie.

There’s just one left in a pack and Dean chuckles a bit, thinking about some kind of fucked up destiny games there, because if not god then something even weirder should be looking after them. Or laughing at them. At this point it’s all the same.

Cas sits beside him, the lighter clicks and Dean shows how to inhale smoke, Cas diligently repeats after him and coughs. That makes Dean laugh maybe harder than necessary but, holy shit, they are sitting in this shitty room after a brawl in a cowboy bar and he’s teaching a billion-year-old creature how to smoke a cheap cig. And he fucking coughs. The laughter is a bit bitter, like smoke, because coughing is such a human thing, after all. 

Then it dies completely on his lips when Cas, being a good student as usual, does everything right the second time and exhales, looking up, his eyes glowing slightly. That looks unfairly hot and Dean moves closer without thinking, drawn. His brain is still rebooting because, after a few quiet moments of just watching Cas smoke and flick the ash into the ashtray, the first thing out of his mouth is “let me show you how to shotgun”.

Cas finishes his cigarette, puts it out and looks quizzically at Dean. Because of course he does, Dean’s being an idiot but it’s too late to back out, so he might as well add more depraved behavior to the mix. He moves closer again, and if Cas wasn’t that new to sarcasm and bitchy comebacks - he would’ve reminded Dean about his precious personal space now. But they are both too distracted, staring into each other’s eyes, the air around turning thick, and that has nothing to do with cigarette smoke.

Finally, Dean unfreezes and instructs Cas to close his eyes and open his mouth. Cas is about to argue but at the last moment huffs and does as told. Something’s telling Dean that this is a very rare occasion and he’s mentally puffing up with pride. Dean inhales the smoke of his smoldering cigarette, leans in and slowly exhales into Cas’ open mouth. Only, the thing is, the instructions lacked one crucial point. What to do next.

So this is how their first kiss happens.

Cas just inhales and closes the remaining distance, gently brushing his lips against Dean’s, sharing the smoke, and Dean’s been too hungry for too long to deny himself anymore. They start a bit awkward, uncertain maybe, learning each other’s touches, scratchy stubble, searching hands. Dean’s not sure how much experience with that kind of thing Cas has (he gets irrationally jealous every time he remembers the strip club, that’s why he still doesn’t know what exactly happened there besides the holy lecture), so he doesn’t rush, head still a touch foggy.

Then Cas lets out a quiet uncertain moan, as if he's not sure he's allowed to be affected this much, and that sound is the beginning of the end. He wants to hear it again, he wants to know all the sounds Cas can make when they are making out, he wants to undress him and touch skin, he wants to be touched in return. He knows he’s not allowed to want, let alone so much, but right now he doesn’t fucking care. The remaining cigarette bud burns his fingers, going out, but it has nothing on the burning inside him. 

He sucks on Cas’ tongue and the next moan is louder, Cas’ hands coming up to grip his waist tight, and the fog in his head swirls into a hurricane, and they both will be swept. Today is the day of great decisions for Dean, apparently, because his next move is to straddle Cas and shove himself into him as close as possible. Cas goes with it without a word, readjusting his grip on Dean and kissing him hard. It's still a bit sloppy, but Dean loves it even more because of it. 

Dean knows a few new things about Cas now. He knows that Cas is a biter, because he keeps nipping his lips, his jaw, neck, collarbone, carefully avoiding the bruises and scratches (he wants to punch him for it because the alternative is to cry). Dean also knows that Cas likes when Dean touches his hair, tugging a bit, because he makes soft growling sounds every time Dean does it. He knows that Cas is not shy (as if he ever was), because once he understands that Dean is in no way against being touched and groped (if he listened to his thoughts now all that’ll be here is pleasepleasplease), he slides his huge fucking hands to Dean’s ass and grinds against it, just taking. Oh and Dean also knows now what Cas’ dick feels like, pressed against him. They are not even bothering with the clothes, Dean thinks he might pass out if he spares even one moment away from being glued to Cas. Besides, it’s not like he’s not on the verge of coming already. It would’ve been embarrassing if Dean cared in the slightest. Fortunately, instead of caring he's moving sinuously on top of his personal demise, mouth opened slightly, panting and whining, because, fuck, it feels so good and he feels so alive and finally in his skin, he can't possibly stop. 

Cas is sweating and Dean thinks he hears a stray “fuck” from his lips, which throws him for a loop, but then Cas says “Dean” in his damn rough voice, breathless, and, yeah, Dean's done. He grips Cas' neck, groaning somewhere into his shoulder, hips snapping hard and fast, riding out the orgasm like a man on a mission. He hears Cas' sharp intake of breath and feels his hands petting his thighs gently, lips kissing his temple, and, jesus fucking christ, he's not done coming, he can't process these touches without a tiny heaving sob. 

They stay like this for a few more seconds, Dean coming down from the high and Cas just holding him. Ironically, this is too much for Dean to handle, so he changes lanes as quickly as possible and shoves his hand into Cas' pants. It's Cas' turn to grip him for dear life again, pushing his face into Dean's chest and moaning brokenly. Dean strokes him with ease because Cas is wet, wetter than he expected, and his own cock gives a twitch at that clear indication of how much Cas is enjoying it. It's been a while since he jerked someone else off, but it's not like Cas has a wide range of dudes who did it for him before to compare, so they are good. More than good really, because Cas is so responsive to everything Dean does that his hips occasionally lift off the bed a little and Dean's glad he's still gripping Cas' neck with one hand because otherwise he'd end up on the floor by now. Yee-haw or something. And then Cas slaps his hand on the handprint on Dean's shoulder, chokes on a moan and comes.

Dean feels on fire. The hurricane finally swallowed him and is tossing his insides around the walls of his body like it pleases. His shoulder burns, his chest burns, his eyes see nothing but a white light. Through the noise in his ears he hears a flutter and his hand blindly goes to Cas' back and, yes, something soft and electric meets his touch. It's shivering as Dean pets the feathers, some bits are missing, but Dean is sure Cas is still beautiful. Then the feeling is gone and the burn softens. It's like a warm midday sun, cradling him, soothing. His vision returns but there's no light around except for the glow of the neon sign far down the street and Cas' eyes, that are peering apologetically into Dean's very soul. 

Cas fucking blew all the lights out. And in the meantime healed all of Dean's injuries. Scratch that, Dean thinks he's healed some of his old injuries too, judging by the way his joints and ribs don't feel any discomfort anymore. Everything except the handprint. This fucking angel will be the death of him. 

Dean leans in and pecks Cas on the lips, letting him know that it's okay, he's not mad or anything. He may be falling in love even faster now, but eh. 

They don't let go of each other for a long time after it, just existing calmly in each other's arms. And when Dean finally gets up to go take a shower, Cas evidently not leaving his room tonight, he completes the day by saying - 

"So, do you wanna know more about the reverse cowgirl next time?" 

Cas chuckles and goes to join him in the shower. 

#hello elliot and congrats again! #also this one doesn't show up in the tags no matter what i do so yeah #we die like men #destiel #destiel ficlet #deancas #deancas ficlet #justcastiel2k #spn #mdni #thisisapaige #spxcekya #becauseofthebowties #usermoogs #deancaskiss #hashtag writing

[elliotsblunt]

hello! congrats on 500 babe 🎉 could you do 🐸 for the love of my life elliot? i’m obsessed with your blog

thank you so much, and yes yes of course !!

here ya go !!

Your boyfriends’ hips snapped into yours, his hooded eyes looking down at you with nothing but lust swirling within them. Swollen lips parted slightly, heavy pants left them, as his tan skin was slightly damp to him fucking your brains out. A drop of sweat rolled down his abs, causing them to tighten, as your mouth fell open to let out a high pitched moan.

The sounds of smacking flesh filled your ears, his brutal pace leading you to thrash around, not being able to stay still with the pleasure you were currently being drowned in. Suddenly, your eyes rounded when his hand flew to your throat, squeezing, “Stop fucking moving,” his teeth gritted, “—and just take it. Fucking take it, all of it.”

A building pressure began to grow within your belly, especially when he squeezed around your throat, making your walls spasm violently around him. Releasing a curse, he smirked down at you,

“My baby likes getting choked?”

Delivering a specifically harsh thrust, you couldn’t respond, making him squeeze harder. You gasped for air as your arms reached for something, anything, as his thumb began pressing down on your clit, “Fine, you don’t wanna answer, then good luck trying to cum without breathing.”

And then it crashed down on you. Your skin prickled as your body locked up, face turning red until he laughed, releasing you from his grip. When the air suddenly began to rush back into your lungs, the high intensified, making you let out a cry as he fucked you through it. When you came back down, a ringing grew in your ears, horror crossing your features when your boyfriend didn’t stop his movements.

Instead, his hand flew back to your throat,

“We’re doing that shit again.”

#elliot #elliot euphoria #euphoria #elliot imagines #elliot smut #elliot x you #elliot x y/n #elliot imagine #elliot x reader #elliot is mean

[boxesandrings]

Hello!! I just recently got into the stardew fandom and I'm notice a severe lack of Elliot content ;-; could I please get something fluffy and/or explicit with him and an afab or gender neutral farmer?? Hope you have a good day!!

Hello! It took me a while to decide if I wanted to do a smut or a fluff, but ultimately I decided a fluff, just because I love Elliott so much and wanted to see his soft and lovey side (also, I just published a smut of him on my AO3, and if you want to read it you can click here). Hope you enjoy!

Title: Dedicated

Rating: G

Summary: Elliott dedicated his novel to the Farmer, but the Farmer gets confused and thinks it's for someone else. Reassuring fluff ensues.

Characters: Elliott, nb!Farmer, Leah, Maru, Lewis, Gunther

Words: 2741

Elliott was not a nervous person. There never really was a reason for him to be— things tended to work out for him. School came naturally to him, and any poor grades were often changed for him after pleading his case to his teachers. Elliott only applied to his dream school and was accepted easily, and excelled within his program. He slept with the people he wanted, because they always wanted to sleep with him too, and when he decided on a whim to move to Pelican Town, the breezy seaside town he frequented on vacations as a child, the cabin was already there, almost as if waiting for him. Things worked out.

The Farmer, however, made him nervous. They arrived a little over a year after he did, and Elliott couldn’t help but find the newcomer intimidating. They’d spend long days out in the sun, tilling the earth or wrangling chickens. Elliott would often step out of his cabin early in the morning to enjoy the stillness of the beach, only to find the Farmer already there, holding a fishing pole. They were non-stop, powerful. Elliott couldn’t help but feel inadequate around them, his stomach fluttered every time he spoke to the new Farmer.

Their short, shoulder length golden hair and long, muscular legs didn’t make anything easier either. The first summer after the Farmer had moved to town, Elliott had been so mesmerized by the way the Farmer’s back muscles looked as they helped Willy move some barrels on the dock that he hadn’t noticed the firepit in front of his house and tripped on the rocks, breaking his wrist.

He’d never had trouble flirting with other people before; Elliott knew he looked good and drew people in with his artistic vibe, and who would be able to resist his 10,000 megawatt smile? But for some reason the Farmer was different. He’d get flustered anytime the Farmer spoke to him, but for some reason the Farmer kept coming back.

He kissed the Farmer almost two months ago now, their stomachs both burning and heads dizzy from the homemade pomegranate wine the Farmer had made. Elliott had been bold and messy, and instantly had regretted how he had pulled the Farmer in, but they just smiled and kissed him again, over and over until the night sky grew bright. Elliott had bought a proper bouquet the next day, and the relationship had been going well since.

Elliott scanned the museum now, looking for his partner. After his book had been picked up and published by a proper agency a month ago, Mayor Lewis had insisted upon a proper book reading and signing event. The Mayor had told Elliott it was to honor his accomplishments, to celebrate Pelican Town’s first proper author, but Elliott had the feeling it was more about the potential revenue the tourists might bring in.

The Farmer walked into the museum, their arms linked between both Maru and Leah’s, the three of them laughing as they shuffled in. Elliott waved, and the Farmer waved back, face beaming with pride. The group slipped toward the back of the crowd, leaning against the display shelves. As if on cue, the Mayor walked up to the microphone on the makeshift stage Gunther had set up in the museum and addressed the crowd, introducing Elliott and reminding the tourists of all Pelican Town’s many amenities. Elliott rolled his eyes at the Farmer who giggled with their friends, and made his way up behind Lewis.

“Thank you all, for coming today. It truly is so exciting to see that in the short time my novel has been out how many people it resonated with, how many of you traveled to see me.” He bit his lip and scanned the room, attempting to gauge the interest of the crowd. A young woman up front threw him a look Elliott could describe as bedroom eyes, and he coughed, quickly looking away.

“Well, I’m certainly excited to start this, as I’m sure you all are.” A small laugh from the crowd, agreement. “The book, as some of you may know, is Camellia Station, a romance about a stewardess who falls in love with a travelling architect, and the great distances each would go for their love.” He picked up the book. “Shall we begin?

The crowd let out a small cheer, and just from listening, Elliott could tell it was mostly from his friends in town. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ears, and cracked open the cover.

“Camellia Station.” A small smattering of cheers, this time from a larger section of the crowd. He flipped the page, his breath hitching.

To My Love.

He had forgotten he had written that, almost eight months ago when he had sent in the final draft of his manuscript. The love in question, of course, was the Farmer, who hadn’t known how maddeningly in love he was with them at the time, and still hadn’t heard the words from Elliott himself. It was so quick, and they had only been on a few proper dates.

Elliott realized he had been silent staring at the page. Only for three, maybe five seconds, but long enough. He looked up, flashing a sheeping smile. “Sorry, it’s just hard to believe this is finally happening.” Some members of the crowd laughed, and Elliott cleared his throat.

“To my love.” He flipped the page quickly, and heard the young woman in the front row sigh dreamily. “Chapter One. 'Your ticket, sir?' Ticket collector Gozman extended a gloved hand towards the young commuter. 'Ah, yes. I have it right here,' he replied, reaching into his coat pocket. Mortified, he discovered that the ticket was missing..."

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The rest of the reading went off without a hitch. At the end of the second chapter, Elliott closed the novel and looked up at the crowd, a playful smile on his lips. “As much as I’d love to continue, we must return the museum back to its generous owner, who provided us the space to conduct this event. Thank you all so much for coming to listen and share this day with me.”

The audience began to clap, some more enthusiastically than others, and Elliott blushed as he heard the Farmer’s group being especially rowdy from the back. People began to line up to purchase copies of his book or to have him sign ones they already owned. After 20 or so minutes of signatures and well wishes, Elliott looked up to see Maru, Leah, and the Farmer smiling back down at him.

“Ellie! I’m so proud of you!” Leah practically leapt over the desk to get to him, pulling him into a hug much tighter than he would have ever expected.

“Leah! Thank you. I’m so glad you all came.” He wiggled his way out of her arms and smiled at Maru. “I’m glad you were able to make it.” Maru smiled back at him and nodded.

“Of course! Wouldn’t miss it.” Maru had been a surprising addition to their friend group. Before the Farmer, it had been just him and Leah, two aspiring artists against the world. It wasn’t that they didn’t like or get along with her, they just didn’t run in the same circles. The Farmer had quickly bonded with Maru after arriving, though, and as they moved their way into Elliott and Leah’s lives, Maru came along for the ride. Now, Elliott could barely picture the group without her.

“Congrats, El.” The Farmer walked behind the table now and wrapped their arms around him, planting a kiss on his cheek. Elliott smiled, wrapping an arm around his partner.

“Were you hoping to get an autograph as well?” The Farmer pursed their lips and looked up, a pantomime of thought.

“Actually, I know the author, so I think I can just get one whenever I want.” Elliott laughed.

“Certainly.” He looked back up at the two women. “Seriously, though, I’m so glad you were all able to come today. It really means a lot to me.” Maru nodded, but Leah came right back up to the couple and wrapped them both in her arms.

“Of course! I wouldn’t have missed it for anything!” Leah brought the couple into her, her arms around both, tears in her eyes. “I love you all so much! Maru, you too! Get in here.”

Maru sighed behind them but smiled and made her way into the huddle, Leah’s arms encompassing her as well. She stood for a moment, humming quietly as she held her friends.

“Leah? Not to be the buzzkill, but almost everyone has left and Gunther is staring directly at us.” Elliott shuffled uncomfortably as the rest of the group spotted the curator. Leah let go of her friends, and began to make her way toward the door, apologizing as she went. Maru followed quickly after, and the Farmer and Elliott made their way out hand in hand.

“Yeah! I think it went super. You sounded really good up there.” Elliott stepped ahead, opening the door for the Farmer.

“Do you think it went well?” Elliott looked down at his partner. The Farmer nodded, looking at Elliott through the corner of their eye.

“Thanks.” Elliott appreciated the praise, but something had seemed off in the Farmer’s tone. Was it not actually good? Did they hate the book? Elliott felt nervous.

“Everything okay?” The Farmer paused, then turned to face Elliott, a weary smile on their face.

“Yeah! I just had to get up a little earlier this morning to make sure I had everything taken care of before the reading.” Elliott nodded, but the pit in the bottom of his stomach remained. “Are you still down for dinner at mine tonight?”

Elliott cheered up almost instantly. How could he have forgotten dinner?

“Of course! Let’s go, straight away!” He grabbed the Farmer’s hand and began to strut, his chest puffed out in a caricature of strength. The Farmer laughed, almost tripping as they tried to keep up with Elliott’s stride.

Once at the Farmer’s home, Elliott pulled up his hair and began the task of preparing dinner. Without a proper kitchen in his cabin, Elliott’s culinary prowess was wasted. In the Farmer’s renovated kitchen, however, he relished any chance to show off his skills. The Farmer opted for a shower while he prepared their meal, claiming to be covered in grime from the morning on the farm, but something in Elliott’s stomach twisted again, unsure if his partner’s words were true.

Lost in his thoughts, Elliott didn’t notice when the Farmer appeared behind him, wrapping their arms around his stomach as they peaked around his shoulders to watch the action on the stove. “Whatchya cooking?” Elliott twisted to kiss the Farmer’s head and inhaled deeply, promising to commit the smell of the Farmer’s shampoo, cedar and smoke, to memory.

“I’m just putting the sear on some snapper that I bought from Willy this morning, would you be a dear and get the wine from the fridge?” The Farmer nodded, and their arms slipped away as they padded to the fridge. Elliott heard the pour behind him; the ting of the neck of the bottle against the glasses. The Farmer walked back up beside him, holding one glass between them.

“Do you want a taste?” Elliott nodded, expecting the Farmer to hand him the glass, but was surprised when the Farmer lifted the glass to his lips, a serious and intent look in their eyes. Elliott drank from the glass without breaking eye contact, attempting to play it cool, even as he gripped the handle of the pan tighter. He felt another tinge in his stomach, but this one wasn’t from nerves.

“Why darling,” he said, his voice dangerously low, “it’s not yet time for dessert.” The Farmer smiled, their lips still pressed together and kissed Elliott’s cheek and turned, making their way to the table. Elliott turned his attention back to the fish and turned off the burner and began to plate, unsure now if the meal would be eaten right away after all.

As he carried the plates over to the table, the Farmer smiled and scratched their head. “I feel bad, I really should have cooked tonight. It’s your big day after all.” Elliot sat next to the Farmer, kissing their forehead quickly on his way.

“Nonsense. I love to cook, and any day I get the opportunity to only makes the day better.” The Farmer smiled, but Elliott noticed that their leg continued to bounce quickly underneath the table. He bit his lip. “Darling-”

“El, did I— oh.” The couple paused, eyeing each other.

“I just wanted to ask if everything was okay.” Elliott pursed his lips. The Farmer chuckled nervously and ran a hand through their damp hair.

Elliott blinked and set down his fork, confused. “What?” The Farmer leaned forward, regret in their eyes.ing your reading today, did I… was I the other person, like did my presence impact your last relationship?”

Elliott blinked and set down his fork, confused. “What?” The Farmer leaned forward, regret in their eyes.

“I’m not saying something happened or that you cheated or anything, I would never imply that, but I know when I came here I was kinda flirty and obviously you were into that but I thought you were single.” The Farmer was animated as they rambled, their hands waving about. “And I mean I’m happy to be with you, I prefer it this way, but I’d feel terrible if I somehow caused stress in your relationships at all—”

Elliott grabbed the Farmer’s hands and pulled them in toward him, drawing their attention back in. He shook his head, confused.

“Darling, I don’t— What are you talking about?” The Farmer bit their lip and looked down again.

“At the reading, the dedication… I mean, it was sweet, but you sent in the final draft, what, almost a year ago now? And the story was very good, you know I think that, but I couldn’t help but think about that and how… if I was some kind of topic of stress in whatever… you know.” The Farmer looked back up, eyes misty.

Elliott laughed. He couldn’t help it. This is what the Farmer had been stressed about? He could understand if, certainly, but their own nerves almost seemed silly compared to his. The Farmer tilted their head, waiting for Elliott to answer.

When he finally calmed down, Elliott shook his head and picked his fork back up, studying his food as he cut off a piece of the fish. “No, it’s been… my last true relationship was many, many years ago, long before I came to the valley.”

“Oh.” The Farmer nodded, but Elliot could hear the confused tone in their voice.

“The dedication was for you.” He looked back up at the Farmer, smiling. The Farmer blinked and opened their mouth to speak, but Elliott cut them off. “I know, but… in all honesty, I truly think I’ve been in love with you for a long time, dear.” The Farmer smiled now, the misty look returning to their eyes.

“Oh, El.” They giggled and moved their chair closer to his, and slid a hand around the back of his neck.

“I really do believe from the moment I first saw you, I fell for you,” Elliott continued. “You had my heart.” The Farmer let out another small giggle and leaned forward, pulling Elliott’s head in toward theirs for a kiss, deep and soft and tender.

When they pulled away, the Farmer leaned their forehead against his. “I love you too, Elliott.” They chuckled and bit their lip, eyes scanning his. “I know I don’t have some grand gesture or… beautiful speech to tell you with, but I do.” Elliott nodded, and kissed his partner again.

Elliott stood up, his arms still around the Farmer, pulling them up with him. He pulled the Farmer in flush against him, their bodies pressed together as he tried to continue to kiss them, unable to maintain the connection as he fought his smile.

“That’s alright darling, your love is grand enough.” The Farmer laughed as Elliott tried to pull them into an even tighter embrace..

“My Love.” The Farmer smiled as they studied Elliot’s face. Elliott’s hand made its way to the Farmer’s cheek, stroking the skin with his thumb.

“My love.”

#elliott sdv #sdv elliott #stardew elliott #sdv fic #fic request #requests open #sdv requests #stardew fluff

[wastelandcth]

No rush or anything but are you posting any cute blurbs for fathers day with cal? If you dont have any requests take this one as one!🥰🥰

hello yes! happy father’s day to all the dads and the dad’s we create in our lives! i got inspiration off of this video of pedro pascal (who i love with all my heart) and his nephews so i hope you all enjoy!

Father’s Day

Calum loved Father's day, ever since he became a day he couldn't wait for the day to roll around where he could use it to his advantage. Father's day meant that he could ask for his favorite breakfast and for all the cuddles in the world and it was illegal to tell him no. But as his family of two turned into a family of three and eventually into a family of four, father's day became a day where he was allowed to spend it with his kids and no one was allowed to take that from him. He got to spend a full day being spoiled by his family and it was all because he was a dad, it was the most amazing thing that had ever happened to him.

Getting two high energy kids into a car and ready for a day out was a struggle in itself, adding the fact that Calum was just as hyper as their two kids was an added stress factor to his wife. But once all four of them were in the car, they were set off on a Father's day adventure that she had planned for a week now.

He glanced back at his two kids who were in the backseat currently fighting over who got to sit next to Calum at the movie theatre later today. Elliot, the nine year old that had made Calum a father in the first place was debating that since he was the older he got first choice. He was a carbon copy of Calum, dark brown curls that covered his brown eyes whenever he let it grow out too long. He loved sports and music and loved to hang out with his dad. He was good at school, which is something Calum was convinced he'd gotten from his mother. The little girl who was fighting back next to him, claiming that she was the favorite was Ophelia, Ophi for short. She was five years old and obsessed with her father, she was his biggest fan and would be stuck to his side if she could. Her brown curls reached her shoulders now and she'd been obsessed with space buns ever since Calum had mentioned the special screening of Star Wars they'd be going to see today.

Pulling into his favorite breakfast spot near the beach, Calum felt his stomach rumble. His two kids had become crankier as the drive went on, their excitement of the day no longer beating their hunger. Following behind their parents as they walked into the restaurant, the smell of pastries and morning food brought all their senses to life.

"Bum bum bum!" Calum's voice echoed throughout the parking garage, the two young kids following after him as they shook their head. Calum's phone was held up above his face, recording the four of them as they made their way through the garage, "You guys! You're not excited enough!" he laughed and glanced back at his family, "We're not okay! We're not okay!" he shouted into the phone before he stopped the recording, laughing as his two songs groaned and followed him onto the elevator.

"Dad I just don't understand why you're so excited to watcha movie about space, you don't even like space." Elliot whined, shaking his head as he leaned against the wall of the elevator. "Plus, it's an old movie, who even watches Star Wars?" he whined, groaning as his mom nudged his shoulder and shook her head.

"I think it's gonna be cool!" the little one Ophi, said excitedly as she reached out to hold Calum's hand tightly, running a few steps behind him as they stepped out of the elevator. "Mommy and daddy always talk about this! Daddy was Bacca!" she giggled and shrugged, bouncing along Calum's side as they walked to the theatre.

Calum chuckled as the kids raced up to their seats, both of them shoving each other out of the way before they both left a seat inbetween them. Calum sat down in the empty seat, his lap filled with popcorn and candy that not only he enjoyed, but that his kids did as well. His wife joined them, sitting down next to Ophi, who she had never seen so excited over a movie before but she knew how excited Calum was and that meant Ophi was just as excited.

Calum's wife glanced over at her family, laughing quietly to herself as the kids expression matched Calum's as the space battle raging on the big screen. The three of them gasping as the movie ended and they all three clapped excitedly, sining along to the Star Wars theme song as they walked out of the theatre, both Elliot and Ophi holding Calum's hand tightly. His wife couldn't help but smile fondly at them, using her phone to record the three of them marching along to the car, the two kids talking over one another.

"Daddy was in the movie! He was Bacca!" Ophi said exctiedly, "That was you, right?" she giggled as she climbed into her car seat, letting Calum buckle her in.

"Of course that was me!" Calum laughed and kissed her forehead as he tightened the seatbelt. He made sure that Elliot was buckled in before he got into the driver's seat, "So I'm guessing we liked the movie, everyone?" he asked as he pulled out of the garage, laughing as the kids cheered.

As he drove them back home, the sunset making the sky an orange color that reminded Calum of the first date he had with his wife, he couldn't hel but feel lucky. He had a life he'd never imagined for himself, he had found the love of his life in the middle of chaos and they'd had the perfect family. He had two kids who he would travel to the end of the world for, he'd do anything for the two sleeping figures in the backseat, the sunlight shining against their brown skin that matched his.

Later that night, when the kids had finally gone to bed after Calum's favorite dinner had been devoured and they'd spent some time outside chasing Duke, Calum finally sat down next to his wife on the couch. His arms slinging around her shoulder and pulling her close, his lips pressing a kiss into her hair. He was surprised when a small box was placed in his lap, a small red ribbon on top.

"What's this, darling?" Calum asked softly, looking down at her and chuckling as he held the box in his hand. She simply laughed and nudged his shoulder, beckoning him to open it.

"A father's day present to the best dad I know." she chuckled and kissed his cheek, "Open it, worked really hard on it." she said with a laugh, tucking her feet under herself as she looked at him excitedly.

"You're pregnant?" he gasped, his brown eyes being met with a black and white picture. His fingers traced over the bean shape he'd seen twice before. The sonogram meant that Calum was going to be a father again, it was something Calum hadn't been expecting, they weren't really planning on having more children but now as he held a picture of his unborn child he couldn't help but feel excited.

"I thought it'd be an appropriate present for today, congrats daddy." she whispered in his ear, pressing a soft kiss to his earlobe. Calum grinned, picking her up and spining her around as he heard her laughing as she held onto him. And as Calum laid in bed next to his sleeping wife, the bedsheets covering their bodies, he couldn't help but think how this was one of the best Father's day he'd ever had.

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Jack Archer: Paternal instincts

Jack was walking out of the bureau, feeling a bit tired after a long day at work. He decided to soak up the fresh air of Romania before the flight to the Czech Republic. Jack walked down the streets of Brasov looking at the buildings and the people. 

All of a sudden, a woman ran towards him holding a baby wrapped in a pink blanket. "ia-l! ia fata"! She pleads. She then gave the child to him and ran off. "Wait! I don't want your baby"! Jack yelled.

All of a sudden, the baby started crying. "Hey, hey, hey, shhhhhh. Hey, it's okay, we'll figure this out together"! Jack said to the baby. The baby stopped crying.

"Okay, I should probably get you somewhere warm and safe". He says and walks back to the bureau.

45 minutes later...

Jack was thinking about what to do next while cradling the baby. He put the baby down on his well made bed and grabbed his phone. He went through his contacts until he found the number he was looking for. He held the phone towards his ears while watching the sleeping baby.

"Hello"? A voice answered.

"Lars! Buddy! I'm in a sticky situation"! Jack exclaimed.

"What's going on dude"? Lars asked.

"I was walking around Romania, until this lady came out of nowhere, gave me her baby, and ran away". Jack said.

"Woah! That's something you don't see everyday". Said Lars.

"I know NOTHING about babies! I don't know what do with her"! Jack exclaims.

"Come by my room and I'll get you the formulas and diapers". Said Lars.

"Thanks bro"! Jack said.

"By the way, you should probably alert Chief Ripley about this". Said Lars.

"Alright. See you in a bit". Jack said and hanged up.

He put the phone in his pocket sighed. "You ready to go on a little trip"? He asked the baby. She just stared at him. Jack smiled and picked her up, he started heading down to Lars' lab.

As Jack walked in, he saw a bottle of milk and a couple diapers laid out on the table.

"Hey bro"! Jack said. Lars looked back to see him and the child. "Awww, she's soooo cute"! Said Lars.

"I know, but I don't know what to do with her"! Jack says giving the baby to Lars. "Well, have you called Chief Ripley yet"? Lars asks.

"Not yet, I should probably do that". Jack says as he walked out of the Lab with his phone.

After one painful call later, Jack returned the lab where Lars was feeding the baby. "So what did Chief Ripley say"? Asked Lars. "Carmen is going to start looking for the mother. But she needs some DNA from the baby". Said Jack. "I'm on it". Said Lars. "Thanks dude". Said Jack.

"Do you want to feed her"? Lars asks him. Jack hesitated, but reluctantly agreed. Jack sat down on the couch and Lars taught him how to cradle her and feed her properly.

"Wow, you are good at this"! Said Lars. "How did you do it Lars. How are you good at handling your kids"? He asks.

"Well it wasn't easy, but with the help of Angela, I manage to get everything under control". Said Lars. "Thanks again dude". Said Jack. Lars smiled and started working on the DNA. Lars grabbed a cotton swab and took the saliva off the baby's bottle. He matched the molecules and chromosomes to get a match and then sent the information to Carmen. "And done"! Lars muttered.

15 minutes later...

As Jack was almost done feeding the baby, Chief Ripley came in. "Well I'll say Jack, you could make a great dad". She says. "Yea, that's not happening". Said Jack. "Anyways, I have bad news, I got a call from Carmen and the mother has been murdered". She says. Jack was shocked. "Poor thing, she's going to grow out without parents"! Said Lars.

"Is there any other extended family who could take her in"? Jack asked. "Well, Ingrid is starting to reach out to them as we speak. So I guess we have to stay in Romania a little longer than expected". Said Chief.

"Time to solve another murder"! Said Jack. "Actually, I'm putting Carmen on the case, you should stick with the baby". Said Chief Ripley. "But Chief I- "No but's Jack. That's an order". Ripley said and walked away.

All of sudden, the baby started crying. "Oh dear God". Jack sighed. Lars chuckled and went back to work.

For the past few days, Jack had to wake up every 2 hours at night to either changer her diaper, or to calm her down. Jack came into work looking very tired while holding the baby with a  baby carrier.

As he was walking to Lars' lab, Elliot was laughing at him as he was passing by. "Wow! Pretty boy decided to turn paternal"! Elliot laughed. "Haha funny Elliot! Well, as soon as this case is over, we are handing her to an orphanage". Said Jack. He then walked away from Elliot.

Hours later, Carmen solves  the murder of the baby's mother. Turns out, her boyfriend was her killer.

He was abusing her and the baby right from the start. She tried away from him with the baby, but he found her trying to get away. and started to chase her into the streets.

When he found her, the baby wasn't with her. He asked her where it was, she said she gave her baby to someone who could take care of her better than she can and hopes he could give her a brighter future than she can. He murdered her with his pocket knife, leaving his DNA behind on the handle.

The murder was sentenced to 50 years in prison with no chance of parole.

As Chief debriefed everyone, Jack felt relieved. He can finally give the baby to her actual family. As everyone left the room, he gave the baby to Marina so he could talk to Chief Ripley and Ingrid in private.

"Hey, any news on the extended family"? Jack asked. "Well, all of her family is either deceased or incarcerated. But there is this one more person I haven't spoken to yet. I am to meet with him today". Said Ingrid.

"Who's the guy"? Said Jack. "His name is Darius Nistor. He's the victim's brother. He owns a wine company, he's financially stable and has no criminal record. So she'll be perfectly fine". Said Ingrid. "That's good news"! Said Jack. "Well, let's hope he'll take her in. Until then, you might want to keep the kid for one more day". Said Chief Ripley. "Yes ma'am". Jack says and left.

He went into Marina's office to pick up the baby. As he walked in, he saw Marina cradling the baby. She looked up to see Jack.

"She's so adorable"! Marina exclaimed. "Yeah she is". He says as he sat down next to her. "So any news on the family"? She asks. "Well, Ingrid is meeting up with the victim's brother. So I have to watch her for one more night". Said Jack. "Aww, aren't you going to miss her"? Mariana asks. "Well yeah, but at least there will be no more waking up in the middle of the night, trying to calm her down". Said Jack. "Oh Jack." Marina laughed. She looked at the clock on the wall and looked at him. "Well it's getting late, we should probably head to bed". She says giving the baby back to Jack. She lead him out of the office and they walk back to their designated rooms.

Jack woke up to the baby crying. He sighed and turned on the lights. He got up and saw the baby crying her eyes out. He picked her up and started to cradle her. "Shhhhh, it's okay". He cooed. He sang a lullaby his mother sang to him when he was young, and it put her to sleep. He smiled.

He put the baby on his bed and distanced himself  so he won't crush her. He looked at the baby. She was sleeping peacefully.

He realized, that he loved this baby. It felt like he completely connected with her. He wanted to keep her around more. But unfortunately, he has to give her to her new family tomorrow. He turned off the lights and went back to sleep.

The next morning, he came in the office and into the briefing room. He set the baby car seat in the corner. And took his seat. "I have some bad news. I met with Mr. Nistor yesterday and he refused to take the baby in". Said Ingrid. Everyone was shocked. Jack's eyes were wide open. The Chief Ripley added on. So, with that being said, she will have to be put in an orphanage. The chief's words were blurred out as Jack's thoughts were spinning around. Then he spoke up. "I'll adopt her"! He exclaimed. Everyone looked at him. Elliot started laughing hysterically. But he stopped when the chief glared at him. "Are you sure Jack? I mean the adoption process is pretty long". Ingrid asked. "I want to"! Said Jack. Then the Chief smiled. "Well then, I guess she has found a new family". She says.

3 months later....

Jonah popped the champagne bottle as they celebrated Jack's success in adopting the baby. "Congrats my dude! Welcome to parenthood"! Said Lars. "Thanks dude". Jack said.

He looked at the baby and smiled. "She's finally my kid"! He thought. The baby giggled and tried to take his sunglasses. "Awwwww, she's going to grow up to be a wonderful person". Said Carmen. "I'm just praying that she won't end like pretty boy". Said Elliot.

"So Jack, are you finally going to tell us what you named her"? Grace asked. "Well, I decided to name her after her mother". Said Jack. "Her name is Catrina Archer". He announced. "Awww what a cute name"! Said Carmen. They continued to party until midnight.

As Jack got home, he put her in her crib. He looked at how beautiful she is. "We are going to have so much fun together.

"Welcome home Catrina".

[timeoutforthee]

Like It or Not (Chapter 8)

Summary: Logan, Patton, Roman, and Virgil are all struggling in their recovery. Their doctors, Thomas Sanders and Emile Picani think they can help each other out.

Aka Group Therapy AU

Trigger Warnings: mentions of disordered eating habits, bullying. 

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“Logan…? Are you trying to...untangle your spaghetti?”

Logan glanced up at his mother before going back to his plate.

“Yes,” he said, unphased, pulling another noodle from the pile on his plate. He uses his fork and knife to stretch it out straight across his plate. It lines up almost perfectly with about fifteen other noodles.

His dad sighed. “Are you actually going to eat it after you do that?”

Logan paused.

“Maybe.”

His mom and dad look across the table at each other. Usually they were accepting of their son’s...quirks, but this? This might have been too far.

“Logan? Could you maybe just eat the damn spaghetti?” Kurt Crofter asks, wondering when exactly his son had become...this, and why he wasn’t back to normal yet.

“I would like to,” Logan says, stretching another strand across his plate, “But I have to do this first.”

“You have to?”

“Yes.”

Kurt looked over at his wife again, this time in desperation. Madelyn Crofter decided it was time to use her best coping skill: denial.

“So, honey, are you nervous about school tomorrow?”

“Not particularly. I hope some of the course material proves to be at least a bit challenging, since they are, in theory, supposed to be college-level.”

“And your electives? Are you excited for those?”

“Did you sign up for the computer course like I suggested?” Kurt asks. He sees his son hesitate for a just a second, and he narrows his eyes slightly, “Logan?”

“Well, I actually decided to take Psychology.”

“Why?”

“My therapist keeps throwing around terms and such that I don’t understand. I’d like to know how my-” Logan hesitates. “I’d like to know, chemically, how my brain is working, and why it’s different from others. I...think it would help. Plus, as you know, I am not used to not understanding.”

“Logan, this is a minor glitch in your overall life. In a few years, you may not even remember it,” his dad tells him, “Yet you want to put your career on hold due to it?”

“See, I would understand forgetting if it was a one or two appointment approach like we originally assumed it would be. But I have been in treatment for about eight months and it doesn’t seem to be ending any time soon, so I couldn’t-”

“Wait, why is it not stopping soon?” Madelyn asks, “How long are you going to be doing this? Will you be able to concentrate on school?”

“I entered treatment while I was in school, so I would assume-”

“Yeah, but now you’re going into junior year, Logan, do you know how important this year is for college?” Kurt asks.

“You have made that clear,” Logan mutters, and now the pile is completely stretched out on his plate, every piece lined up in a row. But it’s still not good enough. Carefully, Logan raises his knife and cuts the first noodle into thirds.

Irritated, his dad stands up and goes to the sink, getting rid of his own plate.

“Honey?” his mom asks.

“You deal with it,” he growls, heading upstairs.

Madelyn sighs, turning back to her son, who is concentrating on his plate.

“Don’t you think it’d be easier to just...cut them all at once?”

“I can’t do that.”

She looks up at the ceiling. Okay. Back to denial.

“What about your friends? Are you excited to see them?”

“I’ve told you multiple times. I do not have friends. I do not want friends. I do not need friends.”

“What about the boys in your...what was it...group? Group therapy?”

Logan pauses. He supposes, technically, he could call Patton, Roman, and Virgil friends. It was an interesting situation, because they had access to some of his best kept secrets, and he had theirs, but he didn’t have much more information. They would be at school tomorrow. Probably even Virgil, since he mentioned he was transferring. That...might change this year. Just slightly.

^

Who wanted to die?

Virgil didn’t even mean that in an angsty way. He meant it in a someone-is-texting-me-at-five-in-the-morning-on-my-first-day-of-a-new-school-and-therefore-clearly-has-a-death-wish way. His phone had not stopped buzzing on his night stand.

A smart person, he realized, would just reach over and silence it. But he knew once he had the phone in his hand, he’d get curious and actually read the damn things. Well. Time to stop fighting it.

Virgil picked up his phone, hissing when the phone’s light shone in his eyes.

Hey.

I’m assuming you’re still pissed at me, since you haven’t texted. And that’s fine.

I guess.

I just had to do something, V. I was scared for you. I wish I could say I’m sorry.

Virgil groaned. It was too damn early for feelings.

I am sorry for breaking your trust though.

Anyway. That’s not what this text is about. I meant to just text you and tell you good luck at your new school.

Congrats, you got out of this place.

And don’t worry about me. I know you worry about everything and everyone, but I have Kai and Lauren to watch out for me now. Also I’m still broken up with Mitchell.

Virgil still doesn’t respond, but he can see that Elliott is still typing on their side.

I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry and I’m not I know your aunt is taking better care of you and I did the right thing I think but sometimes I don’t know and I just want you to be happy and I hope you are. I’ve tried asking Picani how you are, to just see if you’re still alive and at your aunt’s, but that breaks confidentiality, so

That was a ramble. I’m sorry.

I’m going to go before I make things worse.

But I miss you. And I hope you text me back, eventually.

Virgil is tempted, he really is. Partly because of what Elliot said, partly because they got up at five to text it to him. They haven’t spoken to each other in two months, and Elliott is right, Virgil has been worrying about them.

But there’s still something that stings whenever he thinks of what happened. He knows, deep down, that it wasn’t their fault, and if they swapped places Virgil would have done the exact same thing. He should be the bigger person and text them saying he forgives them.

Instead, he turns off his phone.

^

Logan freezes at the entrance of his English classroom.

He hadn’t seen the other three all morning, and for a second it felt just like every other year. Yet, there Virgil was, sitting in a desk, headphones in and eyes closed, just like the first day of group.

The problem was that it was only now occurring to Logan that they had never discussed their interactions in the “real world.” How had they missed that? Most likely because they hadn’t hit school yet, but still. It really should have come up. What if Virgil didn’t want to talk to him? What if they all had their own friends? What if being around each other just made their disorders worse? What if-

Virgil cracked one of his eyes open, and looked directly at Logan. They stared at each other a bit, before Virgil jerked his head to the side, nodding at the empty seat next to him. Oh. Okay then.

Logan slid into it as Virgil popped his headphones out.

“You know, I didn’t know the teachers allowed you to have those.”

“They allow you to have anything as long as you don’t get caught.”

“Ah. I see,” Logan paused, “So I can ask a question that some may consider to be ‘blunt’?”

Virgil raises an eyebrows, “Go ahead.”

“You claimed you were not smart, yet you are in AP English.”

“Yeah, I’m just as confused about it as you are. I don’t know, I had to take these tests so they knew what classes to put me in, and when I got my schedule, they had stuck me here. And my aunt was too excited to do anything.”

“Well, yes, it is an exciting thing.”

“I can tell, you seem to be jumping for joy.”

Just then, the bell rang, and their teacher walked to the front.

“Hello, everyone,” A woman with red-framed glasses greeted them, “I’m Mrs. Spencer, and I will be your teacher this year.”

^

Logan picks up his books and carefully slides them back into the bag. He and Virgil didn’t get a chance to talk during the class, but he’s wondering if he’s made plans for lunch already. He usually spends it in the library helping the librarian organize, but he figures it’s time to start actually eating at lunch, and he’d prefer not to do it alone. He glances over at Virgil, just to see his slumped over on his desk.

“Uh, Virgil?”

“I can’t do this, I am stupid.”

“You know, you keep saying that, I’m not sure I believe you.”

Virgil turns his head slightly, just enough so he can hiss at Logan.

“I’m sorry, did he just hiss at you?” their teacher says, coming over cautiously. Most of the class has cleared out by now, already rushing down to the cafeteria.

“Yes. But it’s okay, not very unusual.”

“O...kay,” Mrs. Spencer starts to say something else, but she’s interrupted by someone shouting her name.

“Mrs. Spencer!” Virgil and Logan look up to see Roman walk through the door, “You will not believe-” he cuts himself off, “Oh. Hey guys.”

“Shouldn’t you be at the cafeteria?” Virgil asks.

“Oh, uh, this is actually the room I eat in. If that’s still okay,” he rushes to add, looking over at his former teacher. She nods and he relaxes.

“Are your friends joining us?” she says, looking at Logan and Virgil.

“I, uh…,” Roman is going to say no, because why would they want to eat with him? But he’s going to take a wild guess and say they hate the cafeteria as much as he does, so instead he just raises his eyebrows and says, “Do you guys want to?”

“Yes,” Logan says, quickly, not giving himself time to overanalyze.

Virgil sighs, “Sure. But first, we should see if we can find Patton.”

^

It’s fine!

Everything’s fine! It’s fine that he stayed up too late last night bingeing! It’s fine that his yearbook friends didn’t have enough room at their table! It’s fine that they keep glancing over their shoulders to look at him with pity from the table over! It’s fine that he hasn’t found Roman or Logan or Virgil!

They wouldn’t want to sit here anyway.

And that’s fine! It’s really, really-

“Hey Fatton!”

And Patton freezes, like ice water has been poured down his spine. Okay. It might not be fine.

Cameron Burk slides in across from him. One of his friends plops in next to Patton so he’s blocked in. He forces a smile on to his face. No, it’s going to be fine.

“Hey, guys. How’s the first day going?” Because he can’t be mean. He can’t be mad at them for saying what everyone else is saying.

Cameron laughs.

“Oh, it’s great Fatton,” and Patton forces himself not to flinch. He wishes for that name to go away, but it’s followed him since middle school, resurrected every year by none other than Cameron himself, “Why are you all alone, hm?”

“He’s not.”

Cameron practically jumps out of his skin, whirling around in his seat. He’s met with an icy glare that cuts through him. Who...who the fuck was that?

“Who the fuck are you?” Cameron stands up. At his full height, he towers over this kid, but he just raises an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“I’m Virgil. I’d ask who the fuck are you, but it’s irrelevant.”

Patton glances between the two as Cameron’s friend laughs next to him. That earns him a glare.

“I’m Cameron fucking Bu-”

Virgil presses a finger to his lips, and it catches him off guard enough that he actually shuts up.

“Maybe you didn’t hear me the first time,” Virgil bares his teeth in a smile, a warning, “I don’t fucking care about who you are. But I do care about you staying the fuck away from my friend.”

Charles furrows his eyebrows, before glancing behind him at Patton. He looks back at Virgil, in his black, ripped skinny jeans, black hoodie, with his purple hair.

“...friend?”

“Yes, friend.” But that’s a new voice, coming from...Roman Prince?

What the fuck is going on?

Patton is standing up now, walking over to the two.

“You know, guys, maybe we should go.”

“Good idea,” Virgil says, but he and Cameron are still glaring at each other. Patton puts a hand on Virgil’s elbow, and guides him away, following Roman.

Roman pauses, “Don’t forget your lunch, Patton.”

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