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petcr3 · 2 years ago

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Perchance to Dream | Eliot Spencer x Reader

summary: When Eliot’s partner doesn’t hear from him (or Hardison) during The Experimental Job, they get worried and contact the team. When the information they find doesn’t paint a pretty picture, Eliot and the reader have a somewhat emotional reunion.

word count: ~4.4k

warnings: frank discussion of sleep deprivation tor.ture, mentions of ptsd (though it is not explored in depth), mentions of medical abuse (insofar as it is depicted in the show)

a/n: i’m on my hurt/comfort shit again, but this time it’s eliot spencer flavored. very much had heal me by lady gaga on repeat in my head while writing this. funnily enough, also, eliot doesn’t mention the convo in this gif but it’s definitely on his mind, for what it’s worth.

You haven’t heard from Eliot in three days, and that spells trouble.

There are jobs where it’s expected, where cell service is bad or the cover is too deep for him to reach you, but any time other than that, the rule is every three days. Eliot always makes sure to show some sign of life, even if it’s a one word text with the agreed-upon sign off. Barring that, he has Hardison contact you to reassure you he’s all right–– or at least that he will be.

You argue with him, sometimes, that as scary as it can be, not knowing where he is or what he’s doing–– it’s what you signed up for. Eliot always counters that you didn’t know at the outset, and that’s the problem. You didn’t know what the hell you were signing up for when you took the job at McRory’s, and you didn’t know who you were getting into bed with the first night he touched you. You don’t know about the cons until they’re over and you don’t know–– don’t really know–– that he’s coming home until he crosses the threshold into your apartment.

Naturally, you have an answer for everything: that you may not have known Eliot’s past when you took him home, but you sure as hell knew the man. That you don’t need to know the details of every job because you know he and his friends are best at what they do. That you know he’ll always come home to you because he’d promised you that he would.

When you get on that particular jag, Eliot knows there’s no arguing with you, so he gives in. (Or, at least, he does his version of giving in, which consists of a sour expression and a minute or two of the silent treatment even though he’s inevitably got an arm draped around your shoulder or a hand on your knee.) For your part, you’ve learned to give him a little grace with regard to that particular insecurity. You may not agree with his idea that he’s bad news, but you can’t expect him to rid himself of it overnight. But you’re always firm: you’re with him because you want to be. Because you’ve heard the bad parts and weathered the difficulties and decided you’re all in.

Today, though, it’s particularly hard.

The fourth day is the wiggle room day. Often, if you haven’t heard from Eliot in this long, you check your phone at the end of a shift and find an apologetic text or a hasty voicemail from him or, if he’s really stretched thin, from the team’s resident hacker.

But today, for whatever reason, things at the pub are painfully slow and you’ve got little else to do but idly clean behind the bar and check your cell phone near-constantly. You’d sent the other bartender on shift home early and since it was a weekday, no one would be in the kitchen until four to start prepping for dinner. There’d been no sign of anyone, not Parker or Sophie or Hardison or even Nate, and you’d only had two customers all day, both regulars.

By a conservative estimate, you were checking your phone about three times a minute and eventually you decided you’d be of no use to anyone if your hands were shaking so bad you couldn’t pour a beer. With a flip of the sign so it read that you’d be back in twenty, you were on your way up to Nate’s apartment.

You weren’t a part of the team by any stretch of the imagination, but as the longest standing member of McRory’s staff you weren’t not a part of the team. There were certain things you were made privy to, partly because it made sense and partly because it was, frankly, too difficult to hide everything from you. With the pub acting as the de facto front offices of Leverage Inc, (as the team was still affectionately called in some circles) it makes sense to have someone behind the bar that’s a little higher up in the ranks. Sophie had trained you to become an excellent liar, Parker’s shown you a few emergency escape routes in case a job follows them home, Hardison taught you the ins and outs of the pub’s beefed up security system, and even before you started dating, Eliot had insisted on showing you some self defense, in case any criminals (not the fun kind) decided to show up.

But all that doesn’t quite extend to apartment access. You know Nate lives upstairs, and the other tenants have all come down for a drink at least once, so you’d long since figured out that the elusive Tom Baker listed in the directory was none other than your boss. Taking the elevator to the corresponding floor, you try not to storm down the hallway in abject panic. Once at the door, though, you can’t help but knock a little frantically. After a few seconds of nothing, you lift your hand again, only to be met with a somewhat bewildered looking Nate.

“What?” he asks, just this side of irritable, plucking his earbud out, “what’s going on, why aren’t you downstairs?” Over his shoulder, you can see Hardison, slumped forward over a desk, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. You ignore Nate, zeroing in on Hardison only to hear a murmured apology and something along the lines of I know this has gotta be hell for you, man, but you got this. You start forward, but Nate crowds you out of the doorway.

“Hardison,” he calls, glancing over his shoulder, and once he has the younger man’s attention, he mimes taking something out from his ear. Hardison blinks slowly at him, then straightens up, removing his earpiece once he sees you.

“Hardison, what the hell?” you cry, pushing past Nate, who lets out a blustery sigh. Hardison frowns at you, confused. “It’s been more than three days,” you continue, “and I haven’t heard a word from either of you!” The realization seems to come to him slowly, as if through a fog, and he sighs once it hits him.

“Shit,” he hisses, eyes squeezing shut with frustration, “I knew I was forgetting something.” You look at him expectantly, leg jiggling anxiously in place. “Eliot’s fine,” he says, “job’s just running a little long. We got him undercover.”

“It’s gotta be hell for him?” you protest, throwing his own words back at him–– and feeling a little guilty for being demanding like this when Hardison is clearly exhausted. But you can’t help it; even in the worst of times, Eliot and Hardison are constantly trading jabs–– If the hacker is extending that much of an olive branch, it means they’re about to be on the ropes… if they aren’t already.

“He’s fine,” Nate says, a little more firmly than kindly, before Hardison has a chance to go on. “He’s just undercover doing a sleep study. You know how he is. Why don’t you go back downstairs, huh?” He fixes you with a look, and though it’s a little stern, you also get the sense that he’s pleading with you to get out of their hair.

“Just let me talk to him,” you try. Nate almost laughs.

“Listen,” he says, “that’s about the last thing Eliot needs right now.” As much as the sentiment irks you, you know Nate is right. If Eliot knows you’re worried about him, it’ll distract him from the con. “Let him focus on the job,” Nate appeals, as if he’s reading your mind. “The sooner we get done what we need to do, the sooner you get him back, all right?” After studying him for a few moments, you grit your jaw and give a curt nod. You start to leave, but you catch Hardison’s eye on your way out.

“I need another update tomorrow,” you say. “Please?” Hardison nods gravely.

“He’s all right,” he says, “you know I’d tell you if he wasn’t.” He holds your gaze for a moment, and for all the frustration you feel, you nod. Of all of them, you know Hardison will give you the truth.

Back downstairs, the kitchen crew has arrived and is getting set up for the dinner rush. It winds up being surprisingly busy, considering the slow morning, but you’re grateful for anything to keep your mind off of Eliot and whatever the hell it is that he’s dealing with.

The next day you’re on the closing shift. You receive a text from Hardison around noon telling you that Eliot is okay. You thank him profusely before getting started on the things you need to get done before work. Finally, around the time you have to leave for your shift, you’re starting to feel better. Maybe this job is a tougher one, but with communications smoothed out, you feel reassured. It won’t be the first time Eliot has come back to you a little worse for the wear. And if he’s actually doing a sleep study like Nate said, maybe he’ll find out a few useful tidbits of information. A happy accidental byproduct.

The day is actually going pretty well until you practically crash into Sophie on the sidewalk outside the pub.

“Oh, bloody Nora!” she cries, one hand pressed to her chest as you bend down to pick up your keys, similarly startled. When you straighten up, you can tell right away that something’s wrong. Sophie may be an expert grifter, but you’ve caught her unawares.

“Sophie?” you ask, “What’s going on?” She studies you for a moment, biting her lip, and eventually sighs.

“Now listen, I’ve got to go or the whole thing is blown, just–– they’re all safe now, Parker’s taking care of Hardison and Eliot’s out of the experiment, all we have to do is––”

“Experiment?”

“It’s… really, all things considered, it’s not that bad, it––”

“Sophie,” you cut her off again, “please just tell me.” She frowns.

“Eliot went undercover into a university experiment where they were…” she sighs, “they were running sleep deprivation torture on groups of homeless men.”

Your eyes widen and you swallow thickly. Eliot hasn’t told you everything about his time in the army–– in fact, you doubt he’s told you most of it–– but he’d told you about sleep deprivation torture. How he’d been on the giving and receiving end of it, how he wouldn’t wish it on anyone, how he only understood just how evil it was once he’d been through it himself. And now he’s going through it again.

You notice, distantly, that Sophie has taken hold of your arm.

“I need to go, or the whole job could fall apart.” She levels her gaze at you. “Listen to me,” she says seriously, “Eliot is okay. Hardison’s okay. We’ll all see you tonight.” And with that, she’s off, leaving you struck dumb in the street.

Everyone at McRory’s can tell you’re on edge. You deliver the wrong orders to the wrong guests, you pour pints that are all foam. The crowd tonight is mostly regulars, which you’d be grateful for if you weren’t so preoccupied. Your coworkers pick up some of the slack, knowing you must be worried about Eliot. They don’t know exactly what he does, and no one believes any of the lies he spouts–– you keep telling him to stick to one, but he only grins and shakes his head: now where’s the fun in that?–– but they’ve all been around long enough to have seen him coming in black and blue, cut up, or worse. There are all kinds of theories floating around about the team, though none come close to the reality–– or at the very least, those who have figured it out are smart enough to keep their mouths shut.

With your relationship with Eliot being pretty much an open secret among the staff, no one bats an eye when the team straggles in and you go flying into the hitter’s arms. “Eliot,” you say, breathless, “thank god.”

He receives you with a quiet grunt at the impact, and where he might normally be a little wary at such a public display of emotion, you feel him sigh, relaxing into your touch.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he murmurs against your hair.

“Hi baby,” you croak in reply, the sound muffled against his shoulder. Eliot presses a kiss to your temple and you force yourself to pull away and look at him. The others file past you, and you reach for Hardison with one hand, catching his arm. Eliot lets you out of his hold, and though you miss the contact, you’re stunned to see Hardison is more bruised and battered than Eliot. “Holy shit,” you mumble, “what happened to you?”

“Joined a frat,” he says with a tired smile. You frown, concern pulling at your features as you look him over. “Don’t worry,” he says, giving your hand a squeeze, “your boy and my girl got me all patched up. I’m good.” He winces. “Or I will be.” You nod, letting go of his hand.

“Thank you, Hardison,” you say, “Really.” He winks.

“Any time, chica. I’ll see you later, all right?”

“See you,” you reply, already seeking Eliot’s touch again before you’ve even turned back to look at him. He takes your hands and studies you.

“How’d you find out what was going on, hmm?” he asks gently, thumb running over your knuckles. “You never get this worried unless someone gets in touch.” You sigh and lean into him again.

“Well, when I didn’t hear from you or Hardison, I got worried. I stormed up to Nate’s apartment and then I ran into Sophie, and…” You shake your head. “I just had to know you were okay.” He nods, though the look in his eyes is a little far away.

“I’m okay,” he says, though his voice is a little rougher than usual. You frown.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He hesitates, like he’s about to say more. He takes your hands in his, looks down at them like they’ll do the work for him. After a moment, it comes.

“Hey,” he says, “think you could, uh… take me home?”

The question practically strikes you down where you stand. Instead of doing what you want to–– instead of wrapping him in your arms and marching him out to your car, you throw a nervous glance over your shoulder.

“I–– I’m on shift,” you offer hoarsely, but before you can manage an apology, your coworker Natalie (who has been standing a little closer to the proceedings than you may have liked) interrupts.

“Are you kidding me?” she quips, “Jake’s already on his way to cover you. Get the hell out of here.” Gratitude and relief flood your features all at once.

“Really?”

“I already clocked you out, like a minute ago, so. Go. Seriously.” You look back to Eliot, who has the decency to look a little sheepish, and then skitter over to the bar to wrap your friend in an awkward hug across the lacquered wood.

“Thank you, Natty. I owe you one.” She waves you off.

“Oh, whatever. Cover my Saturday morning sometime next month so I can actually go out on a Friday.”

“Done.”

“Then we’re even,” she replies with a wink. You turn back to Eliot and he nods at the two of you.

“I’ll meet you outside,” he says, and you hurry to the back to get your things.

When you step out into the cool air, Eliot is leaned up against your car, waiting, brow furrowed in thought.

“Hey,” you say quietly, though you know the odds of startling him are slim to none. He looks up, and though he seems weary, he smiles at you. “I never got to give you a kiss,” you continue, “if you want one.” His smile widens a little at that.

“C’mere,” he says, the word caught halfway between an invitation and a plea. You lean in and take his face in your hands, pressing your mouth to his and he meets your tenderness with searing heat. You gasp softly against his lips, fingers of one hand sliding back into his hair, his hand fitting snugly against the small of your back. He kisses you like he’s afraid it will be the last time, leaving you breathless when he pulls away to rest his forehead against yours.

“Whoa,” you manage. Eliot lets out a clipped chuckle.

“Sorry,” he says, stealing another kiss, this one only a chaste peck, “sorry, I…” He shakes his head, the ends of his hair tickling your cheeks. “Felt like I was never gonna see you again.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you counter, “that was… I needed that. Trust me.” You offer a small smile as you skim your thumb across his cheek. “Now how about we get out of here, yeah?” Eliot gives the slightest of nods, a hum of agreement, but it’s a moment before he can make himself let go of you to head for the passenger seat.

The drive isn’t long, and Eliot tilts his head back against the seat and shuts his eyes. You don’t know it, but this is the first time since the university that he’s felt safe enough to do it for more than a few seconds. He doesn’t sleep, though, only listens to the quiet sounds of the road, the barely audible hush of your breathing.

With a little luck, you’re able to park close to your building, and Eliot hovers close as you make your way into the apartment. An almost tangible relief settles over the both of you once the lock slides home, and Eliot settles heavily onto the couch as you step out of your shoes. Wordlessly, you climb astride his lap and he pulls you close, face buried against your chest. His hair’s a little tangled as you start to comb your fingers through it, but you’re patient with the knots, coaxing them free so you don’t hurt him. He thumbs absent circles at the base of your spine in fits and starts, sometimes stopping and just letting you comfort him.

You can’t be sure how much time passes like that, Eliot’s breath warm against your skin, your hands in his hair, but eventually you’ve got all the knots out. You press a kiss to the crown of his head.

“Hey,” you whisper, “you hungry, sweetheart?�� Slowly, he lifts his head, hair mussed adorably, thanks to your involvement.

“I could make something,” he says, expression a little foggy, though you don’t think he’d actually fallen asleep while you held him.

“Like hell you can,” you counter gently, “you’re not lifting a finger tonight. We can do takeout, hm?”

��All right,” he concedes, looking up at you fondly.

“What sounds good?” Eliot unwraps his arms from around you and begins to trail his hands lightly up and down the length of your forearms as he weighs his options.

“Indian?” he says after a moment, “Maybe Thai?”

“Ooh, let’s do Indian; that sounds good.”

“You got it, sweetheart.” You can’t resist ducking down for a quick kiss before you disentangle yourself from Eliot’s lap, swiping your phone off the coffee table.

“You want your usual?” you ask, opening up the delivery app. Eliot is up right after you and he steps behind you and slings an arm around your waist, kissing the top of your shoulder. Warmth blooms in your chest.

“Please,” he says. “‘M gonna go take a shower. That all right?” You twist your head so you’re looking at him.

“Of course it is.” He kisses the crease that forms in your brow, then your nose, and with that, he strides off into the bathroom.

You wish he didn’t feel like he had to ask permission. Sure, this may be your apartment, but it’s as much his now as you are. He’s made a home here and in your heart, and you know he knows you’d give him anything he asked for–– and feel fuller because of it.

You also know that Eliot is a man who feels he needs permission to walk this earth. You know that every day he struggles to forgive himself for the things he’s done, asks penance for every good thing he accepts into his life now. As you change into your pajamas, you wish you could make him understand just how deserving he is. Of life, of happiness, of love.

When the doorbell rings, the water has shut off, and you buzz in the delivery driver. You’re doling the food out onto plates when Eliot pads into the kitchen, having traded his everyday garb for sweatpants and a t-shirt.

“Feeling better?” you ask, turning from your work to take him in in all his cozy glory. He hums the affirmative and stands beside you to finish making his plate. Once you’re both settled at the table, you finally broach the subject.

“El, do you wanna talk about it?” He gives a noncommittal shrug, takes a forkful of food.

“What’d they tell you?” He doesn’t look at you.

“Not a whole lot,” you admit, “but I know you just went through at least a couple of days of sleep deprivation.” You don’t say the word torture, but then you don’t really need to. Eliot nods. He doesn’t say anything for a moment.

“Kept telling myself it’d be easy. That I’d done it before and there was a clear end in sight.” He looks up at you meaningfully, now. “Somebody to come home to.” You frown, bottom lip pinched between your teeth, and nod. “But that’s the thing about it; you lose time, start feeling delirious. Had the team in my ear the whole time, but…” He shakes his head. “It was a little too much like bein’ back there for my taste.”

You don’t know exactly where this particular ‘there’ is, but you know there are a few dark places Eliot goes when he’s sleeping, or even sometimes when he’s awake. His trauma isn’t easy for him to talk about, but you know he grapples with it often.

“Place was recruiting guys out of homeless shelters–– buncha rich kids offering three meals, a place to stay, and 50 bucks a day. Said they were studying PTSD, fuckin’ animals.” He’s getting more impassioned as he continues, but his voice is still quiet. “Pickin’ vets up off the street just to make ‘em relive the worst moments of their lives, trying to figure out how to break people––” Eliot cuts himself off, grits his teeth, and takes a slow breath. He looks at you, expression melting from angry to rueful. “Same kid behind it all had his frat beat the hell outta Hardison once they found out who I was. Got the location where they were keeping him outta the interrogator down there in less than two minutes.”

“Sounds like he got what was coming to him,” you say evenly. Eliot scoffs, and you can feel the way he deflects the vitriol away from you and onto himself.

“I’m no better’an them,” he says bitterly, not meeting your gaze, “not really. Gave me an excuse and I did the same thing they were doing.”

“El,” you say, “come on, that’s not true.” He makes himself look at you again. His eyes shine with guilt.

“Isn’t it?”

You stand up and drag your chair closer to his and then sit back down, putting a hand on his knee.

“Not for a second. Baby, you’re comparing yourself to men who used their power to abuse people already down on their luck. You did one bad thing to a very bad man, and you did it to save your friend.” He avoids your eyes again, jaw working silently. “And it’s eating you alive!” you cry. “Look at me,” you plead, “look at me.”

He does and your gaze is like sunlight. The warmth feels so good he can’t stand it.

“Bad people don’t worry about the things they’ve done,” you continue, “Bad people–– truly bad people–– don’t feel remorse the way you do. Bad people don’t break their backs to help people like you do. Bad people don’t love like you do… so fiercely. And so much.” Eliot is staring down at his plate, brow furrowed so deep it looks almost painful. But he nods. A little bit, he nods.

You don’t know if it’s because you’ve gotten through to him or because he wants you to feel like you have, but slow and steady has always won the race with Eliot. He reaches down to take your hand and continues eating dinner with his left. You drag your plate over, keeping your fingers laced with his, and finish your own food with your right.

Eliot insists, gently, on doing the dishes, and though you spend a few moments with your arms wrapped around him from behind, cheek pressed against his back, eventually you shuffle off to start getting ready for bed.

By the time he’s finished up, you’ve got the covers turned down on his side while you’re tucked under on yours, sitting up, waiting for him. He stands next to the bed a moment, looking apprehensive.

“What can I do?” you ask quietly. “To make it easier, I mean. Is there anything I can do?” His lips quirk into a small smile.

“You’re already doing it, sweetheart.” Eliot takes a breath and turns out the bedside lamp, crawling into bed beside you. As you lower yourself so you’re laying down, he holds out his arm, offering you your usual spot nestled against his chest. You lay your head down and he tucks his arm around you. Finally, you both feel like everything is right again.

“You sure you don’t wanna be the little spoon for a change?” you whisper, though you’re already making yourself comfortable–– an arm draped over his stomach, one ankle tucked between both of his.

“Nah,” he replies, leaning his cheek against your hair, “missed you. Missed this.” Carefully, you tilt your head back and place a soft kiss to his lips.

“You know you’re safe with me,” you say, though it sounds more like a question.

“I know.” He means it.

“I love you, Eliot.”

“I love you too, baby.”

“If you need me, wake me up, all right?” you say as you settle back into his chest.

“I’ll try––” he stops himself. “I will.”

“Good,” you whisper. It gets quiet, then, and you focus on the sound of Eliot’s heartbeat, the warmth of having him in your bed again, his arms around you. Eventually, you drift off to the sound of his slow, even breathing.

In the years that come, you’re fairly certain you can count on one hand the times Eliot has fallen asleep before you. This night is one of them.

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make-me-imagine · 2 years ago

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What You Want the Most

Plot: Forgetting it's Valentines Day, you end up with Eliot at HQ cooking dinner together. As you spend the evening together, the tension between you builds to a breaking point.

Prompts: 'A and B end up spending Valentines together even though they aren't a couple (but they do have crushes on each other)' + 'Cooking dinner together'

Pairing: Eliot Spencer x Gn!Reader *Use of Y/n a few times

Requested By: @spuffyfan394 and @youngcroissantturkeyworribler (2nd prompt was requested by both of you)

Warnings: Kissing towards the end. Mention of "drinks" but no alcohol specifically is mentioned.

Words: 2k

Walking into Leverage HQ, you looked around expecting to see the others littered around the room, talking, arguing, or playing games. But instead you were met with silence.

You lingered in the entrance, confused for a moment, before you heard a clatter coming from the kitchen. Walking closer and peering in, you saw Eliot and felt your heart jump a bit.

"Eliot?" You called out, watching as his eyes quickly shot towards you.

His mildly defensive demeanor quickly faded as a smile crossed his face "Hey Y/n, what are you doing here?"

You smiled and shrugged as you leaned on the counter nearby "I came over to see what was up, since I haven't heard from anyone. I wasn't expecting everyone to be gone, what's going on?"

Eliot paused as he peered at you for a moment, an amused smile playing on his lips.

You rose your brow "What?"

"You do know what today is don't you?"

You blinked a couple times as you tried to remember if anything special was happening. He smiled a bit more as he crossed his arms.

"Give me a hint?" You said with a smile and he chuckled

He shook his head with a laugh "It's Valentines Day."

You opened your mouth in realization as you tilted your head back "Ohh, right, forgot about that." You laughed softly at yourself as you scratched your head.

"Clearly" He chuckled "Though I'm surprised you didn't have plans." His voice seemed to change as he said that, and you couldn't help but notice.

"Why's that?" You asked curiously.

He peered over at you as he continued to take out a few dishes "Aren't you seeing someone, that guy...Chuck?"

"Chris?" You asked with a laugh before you shook your head "No, couldn't get over the fact that he doesn't like Queen." You said with an obvious note of sarcasm.

"Well, that is a good reason." He said with a soft laugh.

You smiled as you stared down at the ground "No, I just didn't feel it, he's not right for me."

'He's not you.' The thought ran through your head.

Eliot looked over at you "Well I wasn't gonna say it." He said with a soft tone, making you smile as you looked over at him.

'Good' he couldn't help but think, he hated the idea of you with someone else.

He cleared his throat as he threw a towel over his shoulder "You hungry?"

You looked down at the ingredients he had laid across the counter. "I could eat."

He motioned his head for you to come closer "Good, you can help."

You smiled as you walked over, your heart fluttering in your chest. You weren't expecting to suddenly be spending Valentines Day with Eliot, but it was the best thing that could of happened.

Eliot slid the vegetables over to you on the cutting board "Julienne" he said before he moved over to the stove.

You started to wash everything as you peeked over at him "So, why aren't you doing anything tonight?"

You saw a smile cross his face as he shook his head as he looked over at you "I am." He motioned to the kitchen "We're cooking dinner together aren't we?"

You couldn't stop the smile that spread across your face, and you hoped that the obvious heat crawling up your neck and face was not obvious.

He didn't look at you long and you were glad, you feared your feelings would be to obvious if he kept looking.

Going back to the cutting board, your heart was a mess in your chest as you thought about it more. You had feelings for Eliot, you had for a long time now. And now, you were cooking dinner together on Valentines Day, sure it wan't intentional and it just kind of happened, but it was still making you nervous.

As you stared down at the vegetables, you paused 'Julienne' you knew what that was, so why was your mind blank?

Eliot glanced over at you, seeing you staring down at the vegetables with a blank stare. He smiled to himself before he walked over and spoke softly obviously catching you off guard.

"Did you forget what a julienne cut is?"

You side-eyed him "No."

He rose one brown as you sighed.

"Yes."

He chuckled as he moved behind you. You felt your breath catch as your whole boy froze. You felt him right behind you, chest gently pressed against your back as his hands came around from behind you.

Placing his hand over your hand that held the knife, he grabbed a nearby pepper. Slowly he pressed your hand to chop the pepper the correct way.

You watched closely, trying to focus, aware of his face just beside yours, breath just grazing your cheek. You felt him look at your profile before he spoke

"Thin strips, julienne."

You nodded in understanding as you looked over, your eyes locking with his. You felt it, the electric like tension that seemed to buzz between you, did he feel it too?

"Thank you" You muttered out as you forced yourself to look back down at the pepper.

Eliot stared at you for another second before he reluctantly removed his hands from yours before going back over to the stove. His own heart was pounding heavily in his chest. Having you that close to him, it took everything to not pull you even closer.

After a few moments of silence, your heart finally slowed down a bit. You spared a look over at him and noted the way he was so careful with his cooking. You wanted to do this with him more. You enjoyed it, it felt comforting.

"I'm done." You said as you looked down at the divided vegetables, all cut in what you hoped was the proper way.

Eliot walked over and looked down at the cutting board before he smiled and met your eyes "Perfect"

You smiled in return taking them over tot he stove with him. Watching as he prepared a dish to go in the oven, he turned and wiped his hands.

"That'll take a while, let's go sit somewhere."

"It's nice outside." You suggested and he nodded as he gabbed some drinks "Outside it is then."

As you went out to the patio, you looked up at the now dark sky. The sun had set shortly after you arrived, and the stars were beginning to pop out. It was chilly, but not cold, you were sheltered from any cold breeze by the walls around you.

Sitting down, you smiled in thanks as Eliot slid you a drink.

"What did Parker and Hardison decide to do tonight?" You asked with curiosity.

Eliot shook his head "I'm not sure but I think it involved alligators."

You rose your brow "So Hardison's dead then?"

"Might be" Eliot chuckled.

You laughed along as you leaned back in your chair before you peered up at the sky again.

Eliot watched you for a moment "You really forgot it was Valentines Day?"

You smiled at yourself "Yeah I always do." You looked at Eliot and saw a curious gaze before you shrugged "I've only had two Valentines, first one was in high school, we went to a Valentines dance together. Caught him making out with my friend in the bathroom."

Eliot winced and you continued.

"Second time was not long before I joined you guys. We were in a serious relationship, or at least I thought we were. First Valentines Day, he was out of the county. Second one, I prepared his favorite meal, set up candles and flowers, wore a great outfit, and waited. But he never showed. I texted and called, only to get a pretty short text reply a few hours later. 'I'm sorry but I'm not coming back. I decided It's not gonna work out between us. Thanks for the fun times." You laughed dryly "Hell of a way to break up with someone."

Eliot sighed as he tapped his drink against the tale.

You added on softly "Ever since then I just never saw the point."

"I'm sorry. You deserve better than that."

You nodded "Yes, I do."

He smiled at that before he sat up a bit straighter "Three."

"Huh?"

"You've had three Valentines."

You stared at him in confusion for a moment before he reiterated "High school cheater, scumbag, and me."

You smiled as your heart skipped a beat "It's not the same though is it?"

"How do you mean?"

"We're not dating." You said softly hoping the regret behind that statement wasn't obvious "We're friends."

Seeing Eliot's face become a bit more serious, you feared you showed too much.

Deciding to cover it up a bit, you put on an amused tone and leaned back "Besides, you never even asked."

Eliot stood up and you felt your chest clench. Pulling out the chair beside you, he moved it to face you. Sitting down, he leaned forward as he stared at you more intensely than you were prepared for.

"What are you doing?"

"Asking you." He replied quickly, but with a soft tone.

You felt short of breath as he reached forward and grabbed your hand, wrapped his own around them.

Looking back into your eyes he smiled softly "Will you be my Valentine?"

You forced out a soft laugh "Quit joking around Eliot."

You tried to pull your hands away, convincing yourself he was just joking, but you hesitated when he gripped his hands around yours tighter and pulled them back towards him.

You locked eyes with him, confusion written on your face as Eliot's gaze became more sincere. You felt it again, that electric tension between you, but this time, you didn't doubt that he felt it too.

"I'm not joking." He shook his head lightly "I want you to be my Valentine. Hell I've wanted to ask you for years, but...I always thought you would say no."

"Why?" You asked with a strained whisper.

You didn't deny it, you couldn't, how could you? If he had asked, you would have said yes, of course you would have.

"Because I'm Eliot Spencer. And you deserve better, you deserve more."

You shook your head, always hating how he saw himself compared to how you saw him. "I've never met better than you Eliot. And even if I did why would I want it?"

You saw shock cross his eyes for a moment before he smiled, a light scoff coming from him. "But I-"

"I would have said yes. Every time." You added on, not allowing him to say more, not allowing him to bring himself down anymore.

"You're the one who deserves better, who deserves more, but you never let yourself see that." You continued, never removing your eyes from him. "I couldn't be with Chris because he wasn't you."

Eliot seemed to be left speechless before he let out a soft breath, lowering his head he brought your hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to it.

He met yours eyes again "And I've never stayed with anyone because they were never you."

You couldn't help the smile that came to your face. Eliot felt his chest tighten as he took a breath. All this time you were waiting right there for him. He couldn't let you, not anymore.

Holding your breath as Eliot reached towards you, his hands gently cupping your face as he pulled you closer to him. You met him as his lips pressed against yours.

It was a gentle, yet desperate kiss. Something you both had wanted for so long. Slowly the kiss deepened, became more passionate as his hand cupped the back of your head. His other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your hand wrapped around his wrist as you leaned into him.

Breaking away, breathless, your foreheads pressed together, your eyes locked and the tension was still strong between you. Smiles stretched across your faces as you held each other, finally able to both have what you wanted the most. Each other.

xx End xx

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @imaginesfire, @rexit-mo, @onuen, @witchygagirl, @alexxavicry

Leverage/Eliot Taglists: @groovy-lady, @aaannabbanana, @peoniarose, @fablesrose, @spuffyfan394, @malindacath, @winnifredburkleismyhero, @that-marvel-simp, @gatefleet, @bthtallmadge2

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Camera Roll: While Dating Eliot Spencer

Camera roll while dating Eliot Spencer

Requested by: @witchygagirl; I hope you like it!

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @imaginesfire, @onuen, @rexit-mo, @witchygagirl, @alexxavicry

Leverage+Eliot Spencer Taglist: @groovy-lady, @aaannabbanana, @peoniarose, @fablesrose, @spuffyfan394, @malindacath, @winnifredburkleismyhero, @that-marvel-simp, @gatefleet, @bthtallmadge2,

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Headcanons: Taking care of each other when you are hurt (Eliot Spencer)

Headcanon Prompts: Taking care of them when they are hurt + Them taking care of you when you are hurt.

Requested By: @spuffyfan394

Pairing: Eliot Spencer x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of injuries/wounds, blood, pain, stitches, etc.

Taking care of him:

Eliot gets hurt a lot, like A LOT.

Pretty much on every con he's a part of.

So he is used to having to take care of his own injures.

When you joined the crew, before and after the two of you began dating, you would insist on helping him when he was hurt.

He wasn't used to someone trying so hard to help him, and wanting to, that it made him feel vulnerable in a way.

At first (before you were in a relationship) you just tried to be helpful. Bringing him bandages, cleaning solutions, bringing him stuff when he was having difficulty walking or getting places.

You never treat him like a child, or like he can't handle the pain. Which he appreciates, because he is not one to be coddled.

That being said, he does love when you are gentle with him, because you do not want to add to his pain.

Once you were in a relationship, and more comfortable physically, that is when you started to be more proactive in helping him when he was hurt.

You would change the bandages that were more difficult for him to reach. You'd help him clean off an blood after an injury. You'd tie back his hair if he was too hurt to mess with it.

You would give him massages when he was sore, had pulled muscles, or was suffering from his chronic pain from past injuries.

Sometimes you insist on running him a hot bath to soak in after a rough job.

He enjoys these baths, even if you make it a bubble bath, though he insists you never tell Hardison he enjoys a nice hot bath. (Because we all know Hardison would have a field day with this and probably by him rubber ducks just to piss him off)

You learned how to take care of serious wounds after you joined the team, including doing stitches. For those jobs when things go very wrong.

The first time you had to help Eliot with a knife wound, he watched you stare intensely at the wound stitching it up.

You were delicate enough not to add any needless pain, but you were thorough. He was impressed, and touched at your need to help him.

Later he asked you how you learned to do stitches, and you told him you learned from an old "acquaintance" who owed you a favor.

When he asked why you learned, you told him you learned for moments like this.

You learned in case he ever needed you.

This only made Eliot love you all the more.

Taking care of you:

Fortunately, you do not get hurt nearly as often as Eliot does.

But when you do get hurt, Eliot becomes protective and your own personal nurse.

He also always feels guilty when you get hurt, as he thinks he should have protected you - even in situations no one could have stopped.

You learned fairly early on that words only ease his guilt somewhat.

What helps him more, is you allowing him to help you.

Bandaging you up when needed, giving you proper medications or treatments. Just letting him help you recover.

He can over react a little, not really letting you do much.

Making you too much food to make you feel better, watching your every move to make sure you don't strain yourself.

And if the tam tries to get you back in a con too early? Uh-uh, he wont let that slide.

Eliot also tries is best to distract you from any pain you might be in. He will tell you a story, or jokes to make you laugh or smile.

He is surprisingly gentle with his care, as he never wants to be the one to cause you pain.

Eliot will softly kiss your bandages, and kiss your forehead/temple, and hands, if you are hurting.

He also draws you hot baths, using your favorite oils, salts or bath bombs. He will even light a couple candles for you.

And he always asks if you want him to join you; mostly as a joke, but also not really.

If you are seriously hurt, he will sit outside the bath with you, helping you, gently cleaning your arms and hair, something you have done for him a dozen times before.

Also, just putting this in here - anyone who hurt you, will definitely live to regret it.

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @imaginesfire, @onuen, @witchygagirl, @alexxavicry

Leverage/Eliot Taglists: @groovy-lady, @aaannabbanana, @peoniarose, @fablesrose, @spuffyfan394, @malindacath, @winnifredburkleismyhero, @that-marvel-simp, @gatefleet, @bthtallmadge2

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Stress Relief

12 Days of Christmas: Day 2

Plot: After a stressful con, Y/n decides the best way to relieve some stress, is a good ol' snowball fight.

A/n: Christmas is not mentioned in this drabble, so out of 5, it is a 0 on the Christmas scale.

Pairing: Eliot Spencer x Gn!Reader + Crew Shenanigans

Warnings: A brief kiss, but that's all :)

Words: 909

As your feet crunched through the snow underfoot, you buried your hands in your pockets to keep them warm.

The others marched in front of you, bickering with each other about nothing as the stress of the con finally sank in. Most everything went wrong and everyone was tired and ready to fly home.

"Look look-" Sophie began, stopping as she lifted her hands up "The con is done, it may have gone wrong in a lot of ways, but it's done. We won, I know we are all tired, but let's stop bickering please."

As Sophie talked, attempting to calm the team down, you looked down at the snow. Sliding your foot around in it, an idea popped into your head as you looked back up at the stressed faces of the others. It could go very wrong, or exactly right.

"Well what do you want us to do Sophie?" Parker asked, her voice on edge.

"We just need to find something to do that will relieve some of this stress we've built up from the con."

Finally speaking up, you kept your eyes locked on Sophie. "I couldn't agree more!"

As Sophie spun around, a smile on her face as she began to thank you for agreeing with her, her face quickly morphed into that of surprise when a wad of snow smashed against her chest.

You saw the other's faces twist with surprise as some of them held back startled laughs.

Sophie stared at you for a moment, stunned. Quickly, she reached down and began grabbing a handful of snow

"How dare you!" She began, though you saw the smile she was attempting to hide.

Grinning as you stepped back, dodging the poorly formed snowball she threw at you.

"Snowball fight!" Parker suddenly yelled as he began scooping up snow.

"Oh, oh, we doin' this?" Hardison asked before he quickly scooped up some snow as well.

Seeing the stress immedietely disperse from their faces, Sophie looked back at you and smiled with a soft nod of her head. You smiled in return, noticing Harry winding up his arm behind her.

"Uh oh.' You muttered out.

As a snowball hit the back of her head, she turned around with a gasp.

"Oop-" Harry mumbled out, quickly running as Sophie began to chase him.

"Dammit Hardison!" Eliot yelled as Hardison dumped an armful of snow onto Eliot's back.

You let out a yelp of alarm as a snowball hit you in the arm as Parker ran towards you. You couldn't hold back your laugh as you quickly ran away, grabbing snow in the process.

Retaliating with a snowball, Parker yelled in glee as the snowball hit her square in the stomach, followed by one hitting her back from Breanna.

Throwing a snowball at Breanna, she pointed at you, with a challenging glare as she threw her own.

Just dodging the snowball that glided past your head, you ran around to a bench, using it as a shield. Being preoccupied with Breanna's assault on you, you failed to notice Hardison joining the fray, and Eliot nowhere to be seen.

As you arched your arm back to throw a snowball, arms looped around your waist, followed by a yell. You yelped in surprise, recognizing Eliot's presence, you laughed as he pulled you into the air.

"Trying to hide huh?" He asked, amusement lacing his voice.

"Hey!" You laughed out as you threw back the snow that had been in your hand.

You heard Eliot sputter out as the snow spread across his face.

"You little-" Bringing you down to the ground with a thud, you let out an alarmed laugh as Eliot began piling snow on top of you.

"No, Eliot!" You yelled out between laughs as you attempted to retaliate by throwing the snow back at Eliot.

He chuckled as he tried pinning your arms down. Both of you flinched as a bombardment of snowballs came flying at you.

"Hey!" Eliot yelled as he looked over, seeing all of the others peppering the two of you with snowballs.

"That's not fair!" You yelled, rising from the ground as Eliot let you go.

Eliot shifted from trying to drown you in snow, to holding out his arm to smack the snow away as it flew towards you.

Quickly, the two of you started grabbing snow, quickly firing at the others, making them laugh and run away.

As they fled, continuing their attacks on one another, Eliot looked back at you, a smile stretched along his face.

"Snowball fight was a smart distraction."

You shrugged with a smile "Seemed like a good idea in the moment."

Reaching his hand up, he brushed snow from your head before he gently grabbed your scarf and pulled you closer to him.

"It was." He said softly before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

Pulling away, he smirked and motioned his head towards the others as he spoke "Now, what do you say we teach these punks a lesson."

You grinned and nodded "Sound's good to me."

As you and Eliot loaded up your arms with snowballs, you ran towards the others. Spotting you, they all yelled in surprise, and turned their attention to you as they attempted to dodge your attacks.

None of you cared about the looks and attention you got from passerby's, as the tension and stress from the con melted away, and was replaced by joy and fun.

xx End xx

Short but sweet!

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @imaginesfire, @onuen, @witchygagirl, @alexxavicry

Leverage/Eliot Taglist: @groovy-lady, @aaannabbanana, @peoniarose, @fablesrose, @spuffyfan394, @malindacath, @winnifredburkleismyhero, @that-marvel-simp, @gatefleet, @bthtallmadge2

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Eliot Spencer Masterlist

I wanted to shorten my Leverage Masterlist so I thought I would put all of my Eliot stuff in a separate post since he is the majority of what I have written.

If you notice any missing or incorrect links, please let me know!

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Camera Rolls/Mood Boards:

Camera Roll while dating Eliot

Camera Roll while on vacation with Eliot

Headcanons

‘Childhood headcanons’ (general)

‘Friendship headcanons’ (platonic)

‘Dating Eliot Spencer’ (fluff)

Spending Christmas with the team (Eliot x Reader Relationship; fluff)

Eliot x Reader who is small but a good fighter (general)

Eliot teaching you how to cook (cute)

Eliot comforting you after a nightmare (comfort/cute)

Taking care of each other when you’re hurt (comfort/whump)

Flirting (cute/funny)

Oneshots/Fics

Ship Drabble (Reade Insert) - ‘Sick Day’ (comforting)

“I saw you over here all alone..” (platonic/angst/comforting)

“Ready” (fluff)

“Is that blood?””It was an accident” (humor/fluff)

“Please don’t hurt me like this” (angst)

‘Need’ - (NSFW 18+ only please)

‘Being Hardisons sister & he finds our your dating Eliot’ (humor)

‘Scary Stories’ (humor)

‘Stuck in a snowstorm’ + ‘Christmas Baking’ + ‘Christmas Morning’. (fluff/romantic)

Question/Confession (fluff)

Comfort and Carving (Halloween; cute/comfort)

Gif Drabble; ‘Hurt’(comfort/gen)

’Pumpkin Spice’ (cute/gen/halloween)

Ship Drabble: ’Asleep’ (cute/fluff)

’Always Will Be’ (jealousy fic/angst/fluff)

'Not So Unrequited Love’ (mild angst/fluff)

’Stress Relief’ (fun/cute/snowball fight)

’My First Valentine’ (fluff/cute/drabble)

'What You Want the Most' (fluff/light romance/Valentines Day)

Eliot surprises the reader with their favorite dish for their birthday

Gif Imagines

‘Kissing him and leaving him speechless’

‘Eliot reminding you that you are beautiful’

‘Playing with your hair while you draw’

‘Eliot getting worried about you’

“Eliot struggling to say ‘I love you’‘

‘Giving you his jacket because you’re cold’

‘Eliot trying to write you a love letter’

“Saying ‘I love you’ when he thinks your asleep’

‘Having a nightmare, and asking to sleep with Eliot’

‘Eliot walking in on you dancing and singing’

‘Eliot asking your father Sterling if he can marry you’

‘He gets upset when you get hurt saving him’

‘Eliot seeing you in a dress for the fist time’

‘Eliot teasing you’

‘Being Hardisons best-friend and dating Eliot’

‘Eliot being an overprotective brother’

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My First Valentine

Prompts: "What are these for?" "Valentines Day." "Why?" +"I've never had a Valentine before." "Well you do now."

Pairing: Eliot Spencer x Gn!Reader

Requested By: @youngcroissantturkeyworribler and @spuffyfan394 (got double of the second prompt)

Warnings: A brief kiss. Use of Y/n one time.

Words: 609; super short I know, sorry

You'd think you would have figured it out, seeing as the streets and windows were littered with more flowers, and pink and red foil hearts than any other time of year. But your mind never paused on Valentines Day for longer than a couple seconds. So it was not as obvious to you as it was to some, that Valentines Day was just around the corner.

Before Eliot, you never had a partner who seemed to care enough to romance you on the hallmark holiday.

You'd say you didn't care, that you didn't need chocolates, flowers or fancy dinners, but you always wanted, at least once, to know what it was like. The topic came up once, before you and Eliot had dated, but you never thought it would have stuck in his mind.

Turning at the sound of someone walking up behind you, your eyes immediately landed on the bouquet of dark red roses in Eliot's hand.

He had a soft smile on his face as he handed them to you.

You felt your heart leap in your chest as a grin spread across your face.

"Wow." You muttered out as you took them.

Eliot was not averse to buying you flowers, but there was always a reason. Even if that reason was just to see you smile.

You locked eyes with him. "Thank you Eliot."

He smiled a bit bigger as you smelled them, closing your eyes momentarily as the scent wafted over you.

"What are these for?" You asked softly.

Eliot's face fell into confusion for a second before he let out a soft chuckle "Valentines Day."

Seeing the confusion cross your face, before realization took over, Eliot almost laughed. Beneath the humor though, he had to admit, he felt a bit angry, that you had become so used to not experiencing this, that it slipped your mind entirely. The anger was of course not at you, but those who failed to show you proper appreciation in your relationships.

You deserved more than that. But he was glad he was with you now so he could show you everything they failed too.

"Oh." You said with realization as you looked over at the calendar. "Is it that time already?"

Suddenly you felt a circus of thoughts and motions bubble over as you looked back at Eliot.

"I didn't realize. I didn't get you anything."

Eliot, used to this side of you, gently rested his hands on your shoulders.

"You don't need to get me anything Y/n. I don't need anything except you, coming with me, to have some dinner. That's all I want."

As he smiled sweetly at you, you felt a sense of comfort wash over you. He always had a great way of calming you.

You looked back at the flowers and smiled softly "I've never had a Valentine before."

He smiled "Yeah, well you do now." Leaning forward, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before placing a second kiss to your lips.

Pulling away, he slipped his hand into yours and began to lead you out of the doors of the Leverage office.

"And those flowers ain't the only thing I got you."

"Oh no." You said with realization.

"Oh yes."

"But I didn't get you anything! Eliot!" You whined, making him chuckle.

Squeezing your hand a little tighter as he pulled you along, he smiled to himself. As soon as he knew your first Valentines Day as a couple was coming up, he made plan after plan to shower you with the gifts and traditions of the holiday you never had anyone care to share with you before.

xx End xx

Short and sweet hope you liked it~

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @imaginesfire, @rexit-mo, @onuen, @witchygagirl, @alexxavicry

Leverage/Eliot Taglist: @groovy-lady, @aaannabbanana, @peoniarose, @fablesrose, @spuffyfan394, @malindacath, @winnifredburkleismyhero, @that-marvel-simp, @gatefleet, @bthtallmadge2

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Pumpkin Spice

13 Days of Halloween: Day 4

Plot: You help Eliot do some holiday baking, but you can't help but grow tired of Pumpkin Spice everything.

Pairing: Eliot Spencer x Gn!Reader (Y/n used once)

Warnings: None

Words: 738; I promise not everything is going to be a drabble! lol

A/N: I don't actually have anything against Pumpkin Spice (its not my fave flavor), but, it is ridiculous how much it takes over in the fall lol.

The smell in the kitchen was an almost overwhelming aroma of pumpkin, cinnamon and nutmeg. The counter was littered with a variety of muffins, strudels, cookies, cupcakes, breads and cakes, all to be taken down to the bar to be sold.

When Eliot had asked you to help him, you were perfectly happy too, finding the domestic bliss of baking and cooking together to be a main comfort of yours. But now, as you took out another tray of pumpkin spiced desserts, you almost grimaced.

"Is there a reason everything you made is pumpkin spice? I haven't seen a single other flavor yet."

Eliot smiled and shook his head "Every person that's wanted to buy a dessert asks for Pumpkin Spice, so that's what they are getting."

"What about the other fall flavors?"

"Like?"

"Apple? Caramel? Cranberry? Pomegranate? Actual pumpkin. It's not just pumpkin spice season. I'm tired of pumpkin spice everywhere I turn. All I see is pumpkin spice this, pumpkin spice that. You know yesterday, I saw pumpkin spiced Spam. SPAM, Elliot."

Elliot chuckled to himself as you ranted, watching you with an amused and adoring smile.

"I'll be glad to never eat or see anything Pumpkin Spice ever again."

"Yeah well I'm with you on that, I'd be happy to never bake any again."

Hearing your name called by Sophie, you took off your apron "If Sophie offers me another Pumpkin Spice latte I might riot."

Eliot snickered as he handed you a tray of muffins for you to take with you.

Kissing you on the cheek he smiled "Deep breaths."

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Smiling to yourself as Hardison and Parker bickered about something, you saw Eliot come from the kitchen.

Seeing a tray of left-over desserts from earlier, you felt your stomach twist. Catching Elliot's eyes, he smiled knowingly at you as he set the mix of cupcakes, cookies and strudels down.

As Parker went in for the tray, Eliot quickly grabbed something from the tray, before she could grab it.

Grabbing a small plate, Eliot set the desert on it before setting it down in front of you. Your eyes landed on the strudel, and you could immediately tell it was not like the others.

Eliot sat in the chair beside you, his hand slipping around your waist. You turned the plate lightly as you looked over the strudel one more time. Looking over at him he smiled softly.

"Apple?" You asked, and he nodded.

You smiled as a warm feeling grew in your chest. Eliot pressed a quick kiss to your temple "Made just for you"

"Why does Y/n get an apple one?" Parker mumbled, mouth full of pastry.

"Because." Eliot answered simply.

Parker glared softly at him before snatching up another cookie and returning to her conversation with Hardison.

Turning over towards Eliot you spoke softly "But why do I?"

He smiled softly at you "Because I wanted you to have something to enjoy too."

You smiled and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "Did you really only make one though?" You asked with a sense of uncertainty, he never just made one small portion of anything.

He shook his head lightly as he leaned in, whispering "I hid the others so Parker wont find them."

You smiled in amusement as you glanced over at Parker, who had luckily not heard you.

"Good idea." You said softly with a short laugh.

Grabbing a knife, you cut the strudel in half. Handing him one half, he smiled as he took it. Gently tapping the strudel's with each other in cheers, you bit into the strudel. The warm apple and cinnamon flavor coated your mouth.

Leaning into his shoulder, he held you close, as you enjoyed your specially made dessert. Looking back over at the others, you listened to them discuss whether or not you should turn the pub into a haunted house for Halloween.

Eliot leaned in a bit as he whispered "We need to make more pumpkin spice desserts tomorrow."

"Nooo" You groaned as you laid your head against him, making him chuckle. You let out a soft sigh. "I'll help, but only if you make me something else non-pumpkin related."

"Cinnamon rolls?"

You frowned lightly and shook your head.

"Apple muffins?"

"Hmmm, no."

Eliot smiled, "Cobbler?"

You thought for a moment before you nodded, glancing over at him. "Yeah. Cobbler"

He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek "Alright, it's a deal."

xx End xx

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire, @onuen, @witchygagirl, @alexxavicry

Leverage/Eliot Taglist: @groovy-lady, @aaannabbanana, @peoniarose, @fablesrose, @spuffyfan394, @malindacath, @winnifredburkleismyhero, @that-marvel-simp,

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Always Will Be

Plot: When finding out you are going on a con with Quinn, Eliot starts to get jealous, fearing you may have feelings for him.

Requested By: Anonymous

Pairing: Eliot Spencer x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of jealousy (not toxic). A brief kiss.

Words: 1k

A/N: Religieuse's are a type of French pastry.

Hearing you come down the stairs, Eliot looked up to see you. Curiosity and confusion washed over him as he saw you dressed for stealth, with your bag in hand.

He eyed you closely "Where are you off to? We're not on a job."

You set your bag down for a moment as you adjusted your jacket "I got a call from Quinn earlier, he needs help on his con. It shouldn't take long."

Eliot felt his chest tighten a bit. This was the third time Quinn has asked for your "help" on a con in the last two months.

"Quinn certainly seems to be getting into quite a bit of trouble recently. You need me to back you up?"

You smiled and shook your head "Its a two person job, and he doesn't need another hitter, he needs me."

Eliot smiled, but it didn't meet his eyes. "You two are pretty close now it seems."

You started to pick up on the change in his tone. "About as close as the two of you are." You feigned a pout "Aw, are you jealous he doesn't want to hang out with you?"

Eliot rolled his eyes "No, obviously not." He rushed out in an annoyed tone.

You giggled softly under your breath, but felt a tug at your heart. Something was certainly getting to him.

"Just- be careful, I'll be here if you need me."

You smiled, and felt that tug again. "You always are." You commented softly before grabbing your bag and heading out.

Eliot watched you leave, letting out a soft sigh. "Always will be." He muttered under his breath.

The tightness in his chest persisted, and only grew the longer you were gone.

Hours passed and Eliot checked the clock again. Looking down at his phone, he let out a sigh. You had only responded to his texts with a brief 'I'll be back soon'. Where you okay? Did the con go wrong? Was it even a con?

Eliot's frustration grew the more he thought about you spending time with Quinn. Quinn had things Eliot didn't. He didn't get angry as quickly as Eliot did. He was better at showing his emotions.

Eliot wouldn't be surprised if you developed feelings for the blonde hitter. But the idea made Eliot's chest ache.

Sophie watched Eliot as he aggressively wiped down the counter. His brow was knit, his jaw clenched.

Sophie spoke with a casual toe, watching Eliot closely. "Y/n sure has been gone for a while, I wonder what they're are up to."

Eliot's motion hesitated for a moment before he continued to wipe the counters. "Y/n said the con would be easy."

Sophie hummed under her breath "Maybe they went and got dinner."

Eliot picked up on Sophie's tone. He had heard it a dozen times before. She was prying.

Looking up he frowned "Don't do that."

Sophie feigned innocence "Do what?"

"Pry, you're prying."

"I'm not prying. I just happened to notice how Y/n absence effects you. And, how it effect you when they're with Quinn."

"It doesn't effect me!"

She tilted her head "Doesn't it?"

"Sophie. Don't"

"You're jealous."

"I am not jealous." Eliot said with offense.

She smiled "You think Y/n enjoys spending time with Quinn. You're afraid they might not come back to us one day. Might not come back to you."

"Sophie!" Eliot said with a warning tone.

Sophie tilted her head again, but her gaze was soft.

Eliot's hardened gaze slowly began to soften a bit. Finally he let out a sigh and spoke, his voice was soft, almost vulnerable. "I wouldn't blame them if they did."

"I wouldn't do that."

Eliot spun around in surprise, seeing you standing in the doorway, your face knitted in concern. Looking back at Sophie she shrugged, telling Eliot that Sophie had known you were there.

Eliot held his breath as he turned back to you. He heard Sophie leave the room behind him.

"Do you really think I would leave the team for Quinn?"

Eliot opened his mouth but nothing came out. Closing it, he took in a breath before he shook his head "No, no you wouldn't leave the team, but-"

"I wouldn't leave you either."

Eliot's eyes caught yours as his chest tightened.

You set down the bag you had in your hands and walked up to him. "Was Sophie right? Are you jealous of the time I'm spending with Quinn, and not you?"

Eliot began to defend himself, to shut down and block of the emotions again, like always. But he stopped himself short. Looking down at his feet he shook his head lightly and sighed.

"He'd be better for you than I ever could." He admitted with a soft voice.

You felt your stomach tighten with his words. All this time you wondered if Eliot had any feelings for you, now you knew he did. But you also knew the insecurities that came with those feelings.

"Quinn is my friend, but I could never feel anything for him. Let alone anything close to how I feel about you."

You saw the hint of surprise wash over his face.

"I mean-" You turned around and walked over to the bag you brought back with you "I don't think I would ever be willing to stand in a line for almost two hours just to get Quinn his favorite Religieuse's."

Eliot's eyes dropped down to the bag in your hand. A small smile played at his lips. "That's why you were late?"

You smiled and shrugged your head.

Eliot's smile grew as he walked up to you, his eye's never left yours. Gently taking the bag from your hand, he set it down before gently taking your hand in his.

"I'm not the best at this, you know that." He let out a soft laugh as he gently caressed your hand.

"Yeah, I do. But you don't need to be."

He gave you a questioning gaze. "But you need to know how much I-"

You cut him off "I do." You smiled "You're always there when I need you."

He smiled "And I always will be."

Gently placing his fingers under your chin, he leaned in, you met him as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. Sending butterflies shooting through you.

From the balcony above, Sophie smiled before he softly shook her head and left "Finally" She mused with a smile.

xx End xx

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @imaginesfire, @onuen, @rexit-mo, @witchygagirl, @alexxavicry

Leverage/Eliot Taglist: @groovy-lady, @aaannabbanana, @peoniarose, @fablesrose, @spuffyfan394, @malindacath, @winnifredburkleismyhero, @that-marvel-simp, @gatefleet,

#Eliot Spencer #Leverage #Eliot Spencer x Reader #eliot spencer/reader #leverage x reader #leverage/reader #eliot spencer oneshot #eliot spencer one shot #oneshot #one shot #eliot spencer imagine #leverage imagine #leverage oneshot #eliot spencer fluff #eliot spencer jealousy fic

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make-me-imagine · 2 years ago

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13 Days of Halloween 2022 Masterlist

All the links to the fics I released for 13 Days of Halloween in 2022.

Let me know if any links don't work or are missing!

Not all fics are strictly Hallowen based, but some are just spooky/suspense stories. *Those that say Halloween in orange next to it, are based on Halloween

(Main Masterlist)

Day 1: 'Stranded' - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x GN!Reader (creepy/suspense)

Day 2: ''Tis the Season' - Evan "Buck" Buckley x GN!Reader (gen/humor/cute/Halloween)

Day 3: 'Mischief' - John Sheppard x GN!Reader (gen/fun/cute/Halloween)

Day 4: 'Pumpkin Spice' - Eliot Spencer x GN!Reader (cute/fluff/gen)

Day 4 (Bonus): Marvel Halloween Scenario Game (Multi-Character/Halloween)

Day 5: 'What happens in the haunted house..." Jake "Hangman" Seresin x GN!Reader (humor/fluff/Halloween)

Day 6: 'Something Wicked This Way Comes' - Christopher Pike x GN!Reader - (suspense/creepy/action)

Day 7: 'Locked In' - Malcolm Bright x GN!Reader (humor/cute/Halloween)

Day 8: 'Ghost Stories' - Goodnight Robicheaux x GN!Reader (thriller/humor/fluff)

Day 9: 'Ghost Hunting' - Eddie Diaz x GN!Reader (thriller/humor/creepy/Halloween)

Day 9 (Bonus): UQuiz - 'What Autumn/Spooky Season "Thing" Are You?" (Halloween)

Day 10: 'Halloween Party' - Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia (cute/fun/Halloween)

Day 11: 'Shadows' - Darry Curtis x Gn!Reader (creepy/suspense)

Day 12: 'You Are What You Reap' - Enterprise Crew X Reader Antics and Established Erica Ortegas x GN!Reader (fun/suspense/gen/Halloween)

Day 13: 'Careful What You Wish For' - Stephen Strange x GN!Reader (suspense/horror/humor/Halloween)

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make-me-imagine · 3 years ago

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Requests

Status: CLOSED

Alright, requests for all of my fandoms are open. Send some in while you can, they will not be open long!

Writing Prompt List #1 *210 prompts (fluff/romance; angst/emotional; Misc/Humor; & Scenario Prompts)

Writing Prompt List #2 *200 prompts (fluff/romance; angst/emotional; Misc/Humor; and Scenario Prompts)

Sensory Prompts #1 *125 prompts (nature ambiance; fluff/relationship; angst/sad; scary/horror; comfort; and Misc.)

Sensory Prompts #2 *around 130 prompts (nature/outside ambiance; relationship/fluff; angst; scary/horror; comfort; and Misc.)

Rules Page *Basic Rules: - I only write 'x reader' inserts; no ships or oc inserts - GN!Reader only - I do not write specific body types, or for other specific physical characteristics, since I try to keep my inserts as neutral as possible - No nsfw; no pregnancy/children, no readers/character fics below 18

You can request for fics/oneshots or headcanons.

You can send in your own plot, and/or 1-3 prompts. Feel free to mix and match from the prompt lists!

Full Fandoms List Below Cut:

9-1-1 (FOX show)

Evan “Buck” Buckley Eddie Diaz Det. Lou Ransone Howard “Chimney” Han

The Boys:

Serge “Frenchie” Hughie Campbell Billy Butcher

Bridgerton

Anthony Bridgerton Benedict Bridgerton Simon Basset Colin Bridgerton *maybe others?

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Spike Angel

Criminal Minds (I have only watched seasons 1-11)

Spencer Reid Aaron Hotchner Derek Morgan

Doctor Who

Ten Eleven Twelve

Elementary

Sherlock Holmes *I have not watched the whole series so I wont write much for in-show plot points

Firefly

Malcolm Reynolds Simon Tam

Lark Rise to Candleford

Daniel Parish Fisher Bloom Sir Timothy Midwinter Alf Arless Mr Rushton

Leverage

Eliot Spencer Quinn Alec Hardison

Magnificent Seven Tv Series (1998-2000)

Chris Larabee Ezra Standish Vin Tanner Buck Wilmington

The Mandalorian + TBoBF

Din Djarin Cobb Vanth Boba Fett (prefer platonic)

M*A*S*H (Tv Series)

Hawkeye Pierce BJ Hunnicutt Trapper John

Merlin (BBC)

Merlin Arthur Gwaine Percival Lancelot

Moon Knight

Steven Grant Marc Spector Arthur Harrow

Person of Interest

John Reese Others; platonically is preferred

Prodigal Son

Malcolm Bright Gil Arroyo

Shadow and Bone:

Kaz Brekker Matthias Mal Alexander/Kirigan ?

*I have read the Grishaverse books, so I am willing to write around that plot. But the characters will be in character for the show, and the characters will be written as 20+ as their ages are not stated in the show but it feels as though they are aged up in the depiction.

Sherlock (BBC)

Sherlock Holmes Greg Lestrade Jim Moriarty

Star Trek: Discovery

Christopher Pike Gabriel Lorca (willing to write for an alternate ‘Prime’ version of Lorca) Sarek Spock **I’m in the process of watching Disco and am currently on Season 3. I will be watching Strange New Worlds when I can. **please make sure to specify which Spock you are requesting for (Disco or AOS.)

Star Trek: Enterprise

Captain Archer Trip Tucker Malcolm Reed

Star Trek: Voyager

Chakotay Tom Paris

Stargate Sg-1

Jack O’Niell Daniel Jackson Jonas Quinn Cameron Mitchell

Stargate Atlantis

John Sheppard Carson Becket Ronon Dex

Supernatural *Have only watched seasons 1-9

Sam Winchester Dean Winchester Castiel Gabriel Gadreel Balthazar Crowley Lucifer Caine

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale Peter Hale

Vampire Diaries & The Originals

Elijah Mikaelson Klaus Mikaelson Damon Salvatore Kol Mikaelson Lorenzo “Enzo” St John Finn Mikaelson

**Never watched The Originals’, so I only know the Mikaelsons from TVD.

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- - - - - Franchises/Movies - - - - -

MCU:

Original Avengers:

Tony Stark Steve Rogers Thor Bruce Banner Clint Barton Natasha Romanoff

Others:

Bucky Barnes Sam Wilson Helmut Zemo Loki Heimdall Vision Scott Lang Peter Parker (Garfield and/or Hollands; aged up) Dr. Stephen Strange T’Challa Agent Ross Shang-Chi Peter Quill

*** Feel free to ask about other MCU characters; I will write for most (depending on if I like the request as well) ***

X-Men

Original Timeline Movies: Logan/Wolverine Scott Summers Kurt Wagner “Nightcrawler” Viktor Creed “Sabertooth”

First Class Timeline: Charles Xavier Eric Lehnsherr Hank McCoy Alex Summers Azazel Peter Maximoff “Quicksilver” Warren Worthington III “Angel”

**Many of the younger characters ages are not obvious in the First Class movies, so everyone will be written/suggested as 20+

The Eternals

Druig Ikaris Kingo

Venom (1 & 2)

Eddie Brock

Deadpool (1 & 2)

Wade/Deadpool Ajax/Francis Cable Domino

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Star Wars Universe

Episodes I-III

Anakin Skywalker Obi Wan Kenobi

Episodes IV-VI

Luke Skywalker Han Solo

Solo: A Star Wars Story

Han Solo Lando Calrissian Dryden Vos

Episodes VII-IX

Finn Poe Dameron Ben Solo/Kylo

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The Hobbit/Lotr

Thranduil Thorin Kili Fili Bard Legolas Aragorn Eomer Faramir Elrond

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Fantastic Beasts: ((JK Rowling is a bigot and anything I write regarding the wizarding world is of my own imagination and a continuation of a world I want untainted by her bigotry))

Newt Scamander, Percival Graves *So far I have only seen the first movie

**I will possibly write for characters from Harry Potter or Marauders, such as the Weasley twins, Malfoy, Cedric, Remus, Sirius, etc. But if I do, it will be after they leave Hogwarts and are 18+.

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Star Trek AOS

Cpt. Jim Kirk Dr. Leonard McCoy Spock Montgomery “Scotty” Scott Pavel Chekov Hikaru Sulu Khan *please make sure to specify which Spock you are requesting for (Disco or AOS.)

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The Outsiders

Darrel “Darry” Curtis Maybe: Sodapop Curtis Dallas Winston ^^Aged Up

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Pirates of the Caribbean (1-4)

Captain Jack Sparrow Will Turner James Norrington Elizabeth Swann/Turner

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Magnificent Seven (2016)

Joshua Faraday Billy Rocks Goodnight Robicheaux Vasquez Red Harvest

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Maleficent I & II

Conall, Borra, Diaval, Maleficent

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The Man from U.N.C.L.E

Napoleon Solo Illya Kuryakin

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Kingsman: The Secret Service and The Golden Circle

Eggsy Unwin Hamish Mycroft “Merlin” Jack Daniels “Whiskey”

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Jane Austen/Period Movies:

Pride and Prejudice (1995 & 2005) Characters: Mr. Darcy and Mr Bingley (other characters if requested)

Mansfield Park (1999 & 2007) Character: Edmund Bertram

Sense and Sensibility (1995/2008) Character: Edward Ferrars

Emma (2009 & 2020) Character: Mr. Knightley

Persuasion (2007) Character: Captain Wentworth

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Outside Characters:

Actors who have multiple characters outside of the listed fandoms that I am willing to write for!

Charlie Hunnam:

Arthur (King Arthur: Legend of the Sword) Raymond Smith (The Gentlemen) William “Ironhead” Miller (Triple Frontier) **Will also write for Ben Miller

Oscar Isaac:

Santiago “Pope” Garcia (Triple Frontier)

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make-me-imagine · 2 years ago

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13 Days of Halloween 2022 - Schedule

Below is the schedule of what I will be releasing for this years '13 Days of Halloween'

If you want to be tagged in any of these, let me know~

Not everything is strictly Halloween themed, some is just spooky/suspense stuff.

--- Starting October 19th, Ending October 31st ---

Day 1: 'Stranded' - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x GN!Reader (creepy/suspense); POSTED

Day 2: ''Tis the Season' - Evan "Buck" Buckley x GN!Reader (gen/humor/cute); POSTED

Day 3: 'Mischief' - John Sheppard x GN!Reader (gen/fun/cute); POSTED

Day 4: 'Pumpkin Spice' - Eliot Spencer x GN!Reader (cute/fluff/gen); POSTED

Day 4 (Bonus): Marvel Halloween Scenario Game (Multi-Character); POSTED

Day 5: 'What happens in the haunted house..." Jake "Hangman" Seresin x GN!Reader (humor/fluff) - POSTED

Day 6: 'Something Wicked This Way Comes' - Christopher Pike x GN!Reader - (suspense/creepy/action) - POSTED

Day 7: 'Locked In' - Malcolm Bright x GN!Reader (humor/cute) - POSTED

Day 8: 'Ghost Stories' - Goodnight Robicheaux x GN!Reader (thriller/humor/fluff) - POSTED

Day 9: 'Ghost Hunt' - Eddie Diaz x GN!Reader (thriller/humor/creepy) - POSTED

Day 9 (Bonus): UQuiz - 'What Autumn/Spooky Season "Thing" Are You?" - POSTED

Day 10: 'Halloween Party' - Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia (cute/fun) - POSTED

Day 11: 'Shadows' - Group x Reader and Established Darry Curtis x Gn!Reader (creepy/suspense) - POSTED

Day 12: 'You Are What You Reap' - Erica Ortegas x GN!Reader (fun/suspense/gen) - POSTED

Day 13: 'Careful What You Wish For' - Stephen Strange x GN!Reader (suspense/horror/humor)

#13 days of halloween #13 days of halloween 2022 #halloween 2022 #halloween schedule #top gun maverick #star trek strange new worlds #stephen strange #911 (fox)#elliot spencer #stargate #marvel #malcolm bright #darry curtis #goodnight robicheaux #mag7 #halloween fics

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make-me-imagine · 3 years ago

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Comfort and Carving

Pairings: Leverage Team & Reader; Eliot Spencer x GN!Reader

Warnings: Brief mentions of blood due to accidentally cutting hand with a carving knife.

Word Count: 1.2k

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire Eliot/Leverage Taglist: @peoniarose, @spuffyfan394, @groovygirlie, @fablesrose Requested Taglist: @alicenwrites

*This is just some casual family-like fun with a little fluff thrown in **I know Parker is really good at drawing/art, but I love the idea of her just being really bad at pumpkin carving lol.

"Okay, think we got enough pumpkins now?" Eliot asked as he set down the tenth pumpkin on the table with an annoyed sigh as he dusted off and wiped his hands clean.

You smiled in amusement as Parker practically skipped over, humming a bit she eyed the pumpkins "Probably not." She said seriously making Eliot roll his eyes.

"Well I'm not gonna be the one to go get anymore, if you want more you go get 'em." Walking over to you, he sat beside you on the couch, placing his arm around you as he leaned back.

"Why do you want so many anyways Parker?" You asked.

"Because I want the office to be spooky!" She said excitedly with a grin while holding up a butchers knife.

"Hey! Go put that back! You are NOT using my knives for this!"

Parker pouted "Then what am I supposed to use?"

"Go buy some carving knives!" Eliot said exasperated.

Parker huffed out and set the knife down "Fine." She said with an air of annoyance and disappointment.

You chuckled a bit under your breath as you leaned back against Eliot, who pulled you close to him.

- - -

After finally getting Parker's desired amount of pumpkins, and four sets of carving knives. You, Eliot, Parker and Hardison all sat down around the table.

"This is gonna take us forever Parker." Eliot complained as he eyed the almost twenty pumpkins on the table.

"Right?!" She said with a grin.

"No, babe, that's not a good thing." Hardison said.

"Oh..." She said softly before shrugging her shoulders and pulling a pumpkin towards her.

You smiled and shook your head before pulling a pumpkin towards you, having no real idea of what you were going to carve. Flipping through the book of stencils, you pulled out a scary face, deciding to start with that while you thought of something more original you could carve.

And after what felt like the entire day, you had carved four pumpkins, Eliot four, Hardison three, and Parker was on her sixth, though she refused to show you any of the ones she had carved.

"The rest of the pumpkins are gonna have to be just plain decorations Parker." You said while a yawn escaped your mouth.

"Yeah, I know." She said a bit bummed as she continued to carve into her last pumpkin.

Looking back at your final pumpkin, you carved away at the more precise parts, trying to not the accidentally punch out the tooth of your last jack-o-lantern.

As another yawn forced it's way out, you accidentally missed the pumpkin with the carving knife, and instead sliced your finger, making you gasp out of surprise. "Ouch." You hissed out as you looked at your finger.

Eliot, having looked up at the sound of a gasp, saw you looking at your finger. Reaching over, he gently took your hand "It's just a small cut." You said as he looked, seeing some blood well to the surface.

Standing up, he began to walk towards the bathroom, "Best to clean it out anyway's."

"You could wipe the blood on your pumpkin and make it scarier." Parker said without looking up from her own pumpkin.

You stared at her silently before looking over at Hardison who was sharing your perplexed and grossed out look. You both shook your heads, ad you let out a small chuckle.

Eliot, sitting back down next to you, grabbed your hand again "This might sting a bit." He said as he wiped the cut with a small alcohol wipe. You closed one eye in a wince of pain before it subsided rather quickly. Placing a small bandage on the cut, he brought your hand up to his face and pressed a gentle kiss on the bandage "There, all better." He said with a familiar softness in his voice as he smiled at you.

You smiled in return "Thanks."

"Finished!" Parker yelled, making all three of you jump in surprise.

"Don't do that Parker!" Eliot said in frustration out of hatred of being scared.

Simply laughing, well cackling would be a better description, she grabbed her pumpkin and placed it next to the other five. Spinning them all around to face the three of you, she stared at you with glee as you all looked at the pumpkins.

"...What are they?" You asked after a few moments of silence.

"What, you can't see it?! It's us! Look, this one is me, this one is you, then Alec, Eliot, and then Sophie, and Nate!"

You stared at the pumpkins, trying to figure out the similarities. You found the longer you did, the more you saw, but, they still barely looked like people's faces. You nodded your head anyways "You know what, I see it now."

She grinned and nodded her head as he looked at Hardison who nodded his head in silence.

"What? What are you talking abo-Ow!" Eliot was cut off as you elbowed him in the side. Eyeing him, he rolled his eyes a bit before smiling at Parker who simply grinned gleefully at her creations.

After carving out one last piece to your final pumpkin, you picked it up and set it by the rest. Lighting a small tealight candle you placed it inside. You looked at the various pumpkins you had all carved. They ranged in carved faces, animals, and a few movie references from Hardison, not to mention Parker's portrait carvings.

You smiled at them as they flickered before turning back to Eliot, as he placed his last pumpkin down beside yours. "Even though there were so many, this was still pretty fun." You commented.

He smiled softly at you before planting a kiss on your cheek "Yeah it was. But don't say that to Parker, or she'll try to make us carve the rest." He said as he wrapped his arm around your side, as you both made your way back to the table.

"So, tonight we can watch scary movies and eat a bunch of candy!" Parker said with excitement.

Eliot shook his head "We should also consider eating an actual meal Parker, you've been eating candy all day."

"Bah! Who cares about that!" Parker said dismissively as she waved her hands at him.

You saw Eliot raise his brow before shaking his head, getting ready to argue.

You chuckled "How about we order out some food Parker, we can have candy later." You broke in before an argument could start.

She scrunched her nose before looking up at you, thinking for a moment she shrugged "Fine."

You and Eliot shared a look before you smiled amused as Parker ran back over to the pumpkins, taking pictures. Surely to send to Sophie and Nate.

"Come on." Eliot said as he tugged on your hand, dragging you over to the couch to sit down. Letting out a comfortable sigh, you leaned against him as he flipped through his phone, looking for a place to order food from.

Feeling content, you leaned your head on his shoulder, embracing one of the few days you've had with him recently that did not involve being on a job. And looking over at Hardison and Parker who were adjusting the pumpkins, you smiled, happy and content in the life you had made for yourself with this family.

I hope you liked it! <3

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