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oceaneyesinla · 3 months

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ROXY!!! hmmmmmm if you feel so inclined: platonic wound dressing after a mission with giyu? i love your giyu btw that's my guy 💜

Fallon how did you know I was desperate to write for Giyuu again?! Also, thank you I'm crying - I always worry I'm not doing his character justice!

Requests OPEN

Tending to Giyuu's Wounds

Platonic Giyuu & Reader

Divider by @/cafekitsune

You couldn’t help but sigh at the sight of Giyuu at your door, his usual blank expression on his face even as he dripped blood all over your engawa. Your eyes followed it back to the source - a thick gash in his forearm, straight through both his uniform jacket and the undershirt. The edges were jagged, and you were already mentally planning how best to repair the wound as you ushered him inside. You were relieved to see his haori was undamaged, draped over his uninjured arm. The garment was worth more to him than any treasure in the world.

He murmured a soft thanks as he passed you, settling himself into an all too familiar position on the floor, cross-legged and watching you move around your home. His sword was placed off to his right, and he handed you his haori without question, gratitude in his eyes when you handled it with care, following the familiar steps to fold the fabric and placing it on the little table you kept in the main room.

“Didn't I tell you to be more careful?” Your admonishment was not nearly as harsh as it could have been - more a gentle rebuke than true anger. Still, a little frown made its way onto his face and you tried to soothe it by running a hand over his hair as you passed to the cupboard where your supplies were kept.

“The demon was attacking a new Slayer. I was more focused on them than myself.” Of course he was. Giyuu was aloof and reserved, but you were lucky enough to know better than the front he showed the world.

He told you a little more about his latest mission as you neatly stitched the wound on his arm, and you had to hold back another sigh when he told you just where he was instructed to go. You knew full well that he was closer to the Butterfly Mansion than to your home, and there was at least one Wisteria House between his mission site and here.

You didn't ask why, though. You had, once before, when he had decided to come to you rather than his fellow Hashira or the Wisteria House where they could summon a doctor rather than a simple village healer. He had just looked up at you and explained with a single sentence, “You're nice to me.”

Your heart clenched at the memory - Giyuu had a way of saying such meaningful things without ever realising the gravity of his words. You knew his trust was hard won, and that statement had just steeled your resolve to watch over him. To be a friend, to be someone he could always turn to - even when he was injured and even when he was not.

He didn't move a muscle as you worked and he didn't complain, leaving you to hope that the pain medicine you gave him was working. Yes, he was strong, and his pain tolerance was better than any you had come across before, but that didn't mean he should be in pain. If you had your way, he would never know pain again. Unfortunately, you were no god, nor could you erase the demons that terrorised this land. So, instead, you would dose him with painkillers and tend to his injuries and try as hard as you could to heal the wounds in his heart, too - the ones you knew ran deeper than any physical scar he attained in his duties.

Once you finished your stitching - which probably took longer than needed, but he deserved your best efforts - you cleaned the wound again. The last thing he needed was an infection. Bandages finished your care, and you patted his hand when you were done, rising to your feet to begin the process of tidying away your bloodied rags and medical supplies.

Giyuu tried to get up and help you, but you fixed him in place with a glare, “Stay put, Giyuu. Are you hurt anywhere else?”

A shake of his head reassured you, and you gave him a soft smile as your hand found the crown of his head once again. He relaxed under your touch and you saw a flash of emotion cross his eyes before he looked away, playing with the torn fabric of his now damaged jacket. What he saw when he looked at you, you weren’t sure, but you hoped it brought him some small comfort.

“Come on, Giyuu.” You didn’t look back as you headed towards the kitchen, knowing that he would be trailing behind you, probably with that adorable confused frown on his face, “I’m assuming you haven’t eaten? You need to take care of yourself.”

“You sound like Granny Hinata.” Giyuu was pointedly avoiding your eyes when you turned to playfully glare at him, but the little smirk on his face gave him away. It wasn’t often Giyuu allowed himself the luxury of levity, and you let yourself bask in the light of his averted gaze, warm with hidden laughter.

You rolled your eyes, “Forgive me for caring.” You dumped the rags in his hands and pointed him towards the back room, “Go put these to soak. I’ll make a start on cooking.”

He did as you asked without complaint, and you began pulling out the ingredients of Giyuu’s favourite meal. With him coming around more often, whether to seek out your medical skills or just to check in, you kept the makings of this meal on hand.

A few minutes later, you heard the lightest of footsteps, signalling Giyuu’s return. You expected him to appear at your side, quietly offering to help so when he didn’t, you turned to face him. The expression he wore … he looked far younger than his twenty years in that moment, and it wasn’t at all hard for you to imagine a little boy, with ocean blue eyes and a smile brighter than the summer sun. You knew some small details of his life - there was once a beloved sister, and a treasured friend; both lost to the demons he now devoted his life to destroying. You wondered if you would ever get to witness that little boy with your own eyes, or if he was lost forever.

Then Giyuu smiled, and while it wasn’t that sunshine smile you saw in your mind’s eye, it was beautiful nevertheless; like moonlight on the water, lighting up the dark. Your lips crept up into a smile of your own, and you both fell into a comfortable silence as you worked. When you watched him devour his daikon like he hadn’t eaten in a week, rice stuck to his cheek and a smile on his face, you couldn’t help the warmth spreading through you. Never mind what others thought - this boy was worth the effort of understanding, at least to you.

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Giyuu stayed at your house that night. You refused to let him leave - forcing some spare clothes into his hands and laying out an extra futon for him. Someone had to care for him, and you were happy to step into the role for as long as he would allow.

A few days after his departure, you woke to the sound of tapping on your door. When you opened it, you had to smile - it was Kanzaburo, Giyuu’s Kasugai crow. It was sweet, the way Giyuu insisted on keeping the bird by his side, even as he grew increasingly confused and unreliable. The crow hopped up to your feet, bumping his head into your ankle before holding out his leg for you to remove the little package attached there.

You untied the neat little knot, rubbing a finger over Kanzaburo’s head as you did so. You were growing fond of him, just like you had grown fond of his Hashira. The crow didn’t linger long, flying away after another affectionate head bop, this time to your hand.

There was a note attached, and when you unfolded the paper, you found one simple phrase, ‘Thank you’

So simple, yet you understood exactly what he wanted to say. It became even more apparent when you opened the little bundle to find a ribbon in pretty shimmering fabric, just like the ones you always used to tie your hair back, and a little wooden carving of a fox. The stitching on the ribbon was slightly messy and crooked, while the carving was a little rough around the edges.

Cradling the precious treasures in your hands, you knew you would cherish them forever. To earn the trust of a boy like Tomioka Giyuu was not a gift to be taken for granted. You headed inside, already deciding just where your new fox friend would live, and already looking forward to Giyuu’s next visit.

#rox writes #tomioka giyu x reader #giyu x reader #giyuu x reader #giyuu tomioka x reader #giyu tomioka x reader

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balloonboyismyson · 7 months

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One Kiss is All it Takes (Monty Gator x Reader oneshot)

You work as a nightguard at Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex. One night, Monty sends you a message asking for help. Concerned, you make your way to his room to see if he's okay.

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The sound of your boots clunking against the tile echoes throughout the foyer. You lightly hum as you walk, flicking on and off your flashlight just to do something with your hands. Rockstar Row is probably your favourite part of the whole Pizzaplex. With all the beautiful neon signs, you get depressed that most people coming in during the day don’t really get to see them.

You scan the left wall and observe the greenrooms. It must be frustrating being them- having one of your room’s walls be a pane of glass so that everyone around can look inside like they’re zoo animals. It’s at least… something…that Management gives them a curtain to block outside viewers.

You pass Freddy and Roxy’s rooms. They thankfully seem too preoccupied with other things to notice. You know you’ll see them later tonight, so you don’t feel that guilty about it.

As soon as you had entered the ‘plex you got a message from Monty. He said he had an “issue” without really explaining what that meant. You placed your bets that he broke his glasses and needs a new pair. It’s happened a few times, but the only difference tonight is that you feel like he could’ve asked dayshift to get them for him.

Upon walking up to his room you notice an eerie silence. Usually he’s either practicing or breaking things, so the lack of movement makes you a bit nervous. Knock knock “Monty? It’s me, I got your message.” There’s a small shuffle before you can hear the thud of his footsteps getting closer to the door.

When you see him, an aura of nervousness seems to permiate from him. He always tries to act as confident as possible around you, so the shift is concerning. “Hey, Cher.” You note he still has his glasses which are perfectly intact. Even through their opacity, you can tell he’s not actually looking at you. “Is everything okay?” Your voice goes soft.

He pauses for a moment before lifting up his right arm, showing you a large hole on his inner forearm. The perimeter of it has a lot of sharp pieces with a bunch of cracks. His hand, too, has been damaged. His thumb barely has casing. “Oh my god, Monty!” Your hands move quickly to the damaged arm and carefully hold it, “What happened!?”

Monty lets out a small, uncomfortable huff. “ ‘T’s not a big deal,” He mumbles, looking as far away from you as he can. “Can you fix it?”

Your eyebrows furrow at the question. “I-I’m sorry, I’m just a nightguard, I’ve never worked with machinery.” He seems to deflate a bit at this. “I can put in a maintenance request, though.” Quickly, you use your watch to send an email to the people down in Parts ‘n’ Service so they can fix him as soon as they get here in the morning. You feel helpless and like total shit.

Briefly looking past him, you see his room’s in shambles. You’re surprised, usually he waits until closer to closing before breaking things. He notices and goes to pull his arm away. “Right, well, thanks for-”

“Hang on-” you cut him off as an idea suddenly comes to mind, “come with me.” Monty looks at you with a confused expression. “..Alright.”

Hand in hand, you walk him through Rockstar Row and take him down to the utility tunnels. Eventually the two of you come across a First-Aid Station and usher him inside and tell him to sit. “Why’d’ya take me here?”

“I don’t know anything about machinery, but I’ve patched myself up quite a few times.” You quickly scan for and find a first-aid kit. When searching inside, you see some expired alcohol wipes, a syringe with a numbing agent, and bandage wrap. You shake your head at how awful this would be in case of a human child being injured and grab the bandage wrap. You take the end off of the body and start wrapping his arm with it. “...Cher?” He cocks his head at you. “You know ’m not human, right? I can’t heal.”

“I know, but I don’t wanna just leave you hurt.” You concentrate on your task, each wrap specifically calculated to ensure there’s enough to cover the wound. Even then there’s barely enough, so unfortunately, his hand remains unbandaged.

“Does it hurt?” Your voice is quiet as you follow along the layers of bandage with the side of your thumb, barely even grazing him. Your eyes meet his.

Monty holds your gaze for a beat too long before responding. “O-Only when it first happens. Can’t feel it after that.” You squint your eyes; he’s squirming a bit. You take his bandaged arm again and gently place a kiss where the now-covered hole is. If there was a roof on the First-Aid Station, he’d have gone through it.

“Did I hurt you!?” You yelp as your hands quickly clench and retreat back to your sides. “No, no! I jus’... I didn’t expect that.” He readjusts his glasses and places his hand back down on his leg. Even for a robot his body looks stiff.

“It’s what people tend to do when they patch someone up. I’ve heard when you kiss someone’s wound, it’s much easier for your love to make its way to their heart.” He just stares at you- his jaw repeatedly opening and closing just a smidge each time. His hands begin to slightly tremble as he looks down at the bandage. “Thanks… this’ll tide me over ‘till maintenance comes.”

#Monty Gator #Montgomery Gator #Monty Gator x Reader #Oneshot #writing #FNaF Security Breach #FNaF #FNaF SB #Five Nights at Freddy's

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lobotomy-jpeg · 1 year

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"See? It's better when you tell it, mom."

[id: Digital sketch of Lady Usher and Roxie, a redraw of Jessie Willcox Smith's 1908 illustration "My Home is in my Mother's Eyes". Lady Usher sits in a white nightgown and shawl over her shoulders, hand supporting young Roxie, who is hugging her waist. Lady Usher's shawl is pale blue with faint stars on it and she's wearing a star necklace. Roxie's red hair is tied in two braids that end in little black bows. She's in Mary Janes and a pale pink dress, that matches her also pale pink socks, which have a faint flower pattern on them. On the right of the image reads "Little bits of stardust ." /end id]

#the moment i saw the original illustration i was like its Roxie and Lady Usher coded #jessie willcox smith #clip studio paint #fanart #ghost quartet #dave malloy #malloysicals #gq #lady usher #the fall of the house of usher

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fortheloveofwonderland · 1 year

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Me & You & Everyone We Know | Chapter 9 | S.R

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Chapter Summary - a night spent at Rossi’s leads to some incredibly hot sex and some difficult conversations about your future together.

Pairing - Single Dad! Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending, smut minors DNI.

Warnings - drinking, swearing, tipsy and horny reader, fingering, handjobs, public sex, car sex, slight cock warming, penetrative sex, protected sex, angst.

WC - 7.1k

Chapter 9 - As it Seems

Well in this life you must find something to live for,

'Cause when the darkness comes a callin',

You'll go back to where you were before.

'Cause this life is as,

Fragile as a dream, and,

Nothing's ever really,

As it seems.

Rossi had happily agreed to let Spencer and you use his cabin for a weekend away, but he wouldn’t be Rossi if it didn’t come with a stipulation.

He was fine with the two of you using his cabin, if he met you first.

Luke and Garcia had agreed to sit the girls for the evening and had taken Roxy with them over to Spencer’s that Friday night.

The girls adored their Aunty Penelope and Uncle Luke and were ecstatic to spend the evening with them.

So that was how you ended up on the doorstep of an extremely grand house in DC, wearing your best black satin dress and heels, hand sweating in Spencer’s.

“My entire apartment building could fit inside the house.” You swallowed a lump in your throat as Spencer rang the doorbell.

“Yeah it’s pretty daunting the first time you see it. But I guess I’ve gotten used to it.” He chuckled breezily, giving your hand a squeeze.

You looked him up and down out of the corner of your eye.

He looked positively fuckable in his deep burgundy shirt, black tie and slacks. You felt a heat flood between your legs and you wondered why the two of you hadn’t skipped dinner in lieu of other activities.

Sensing you looking at him he turned, an amused smirk on his lips.

“Mind out of the gutter, angel.” He winked at you. “At least for now anyway.”

You opened your mouth to reply but suddenly the door was opening and an older man with completely silver hair and beard and the kindest eyes you’d ever seen, was smiling at you both.

“Spencer!” He practically cheered and Spencer let go of your hand so he could embrace Rossi.

Rossi gave him a kiss on each cheek, looking pleased to see his old friend.

“It’s good to see you kid.”

“And you Dave.” Spencer stepped back and placed his hand on your lower back, edging you forward. “This is Y/N.”

“Benvenuta!” He exclaimed, placing his hands on your shoulders and kissing both of your cheeks too. “It’s very nice to meet you Y/N.”

“Likewise sir.” You chewed on your lip nervously.

“Oh come on now, sir makes me feel old. Call me Dave. Come inside.” He stepped away from the door and motioned you both in. “Krystall sends her apologies but she’s gone to visit Portia for the weekend.”

“Ah that’s a shame.” Spencer guided you with a hand on your back towards the door.

He felt your body tense as you moved closer to the house. He thought it was adorable how nervous you got around his friends.

You were usually so confident so seeing this side of you allowed Spencer a glimpse into another facet of your personality, another thing that made you who you are.

You weren’t normally uneasy around new people, you’d spoken to him just fine when you’d met.

So the only logical explanation for your anxiety around his friends was because you were scared they wouldn’t like you.

And you wanted them to like you because you liked Spencer.

Rossi ushered you in and closed the door and your wide eyes and slack jaw as you took in the entrance way wasn’t lost on either man.

The floor your heels clacked on as you walked was a stunning cream marbled with grey swirls. An expansive staircase with large dark oak bannisters rose to the second floor.

Intricate and what you could only assume was very expensive pieces of art hung from the walls. The ceilings were high and vaulted.

Rossi took your coats and hung them on a large, ornate silver coat rack.

He motioned you through to the kitchen where you were met the delectable smell of frying bacon and garlic.

The kitchen was just as grand as the entrance way, with every possible kind of appliance dotted around the large marble countertops.

But it was clear they all went to good use.

Rossi quickly moved to the stove to stir the pasta sauce before turning back and giving you both a large smile.

“Carbonara alla Rossi, I didn’t think to ask Spencer if you ate meat.” He shrugged sheepishly.

“I do.” You nodded. “I eat pretty much anything.”

“Favoloso!” He clapped his hands together before slinging a dish cloth over his shoulder. “Can I get either of you a glass of wine?”

“I’ll have one with dinner but I’m driving.” Spencer replied, wrapping his arm around you again, his palm resting on your lower back.

His warm touch allowed you to relax a little.

“Y/N, please tell me you will join me for a pre-dinner glass of vino?” Rossi looked at you expectedly.

You glanced up at Spencer as though you needed permission to drink and Spencer chuckled.

“Do let me stop you, angel.” He rubbed your back a little.

You nodded and turned back to Rossi with a smile.

“Merlot please, if you have it.”

“If I have it?” He chuckled heartily. “My dear, I have a wine cellar full to the brim with wines from before you were even born. I’ll be right back. Make sure my pancetta doesn’t burn!”

Rossi hurried off and Spencer turned you so you were facing him.

He stroked your hair back from your face and looked down at you with a soft look in his eyes.

It was a new look, one you couldn’t place. Usually when he looked at you his eyes were full of lust but this was different.

“He’s eccentric.” You whispered, having to tiptoe to kiss him even in your heels.

“That’s certainly one way to describe him.” Spencer laughed against your lips. “I like this. You meeting my friends.”

Your heart swelled at the happiness emanating from him as he kissed you again.

“I like it too.”

He certainly wasn’t ready for you to meet his kids but this was a nice start.

He kissed you once more, a little deeper than before and you both didn’t notice Rossi reentering the room until you heard a cry.

“Aye! My pancetta!”

***

Lily was half asleep on the living room floor, lazily stroking Taco’s belly. Daisy sat cross legged on the couch trying to listen into her Aunty Penelope and Uncle Luke’s chatter in the kitchen over the sound of the TV.

Roxy was on the couch with her, her head resting in Daisy’s lap while Daisy absent-mindedly scratched behind her ear.

Eventually she pushed herself up, gently moving the large dog aside and padding towards the kitchen.

Penelope and Luke had their backs to the door, fussing over how to make the best hot cocoa.

Penelope was insisting they boil the milk in the pan but Luke was adamant it was just the same in the microwave.

“It’s just lazy!” Penelope grumbled.

“It doesn’t taste any different.” Luke argued.

“We’ll see shall we? You make your heathen cocoa and I’ll make my delicately light and fluffy cocoa and we’ll see which the girls prefer.” She gave him a challenging look through her thick pink frames.

“Oh you are so on woman. Just you wait. You’re about to be a very sore-”

“Does my dad have a girlfriend?” Daisy suddenly spoke up causing Luke and Penelope’s backs to go rigid.

She saw them exchange a look before turning to face her.

“Uh…sorry?” Penelope squeaked a little.

Daisy cradled her cast and gave them a look that said, I’m not an idiot.

Their expressions, no matter how hard they tried to hide them, told her the answer.

“That’s a yes then.” She smiled a little.

“Uh…” Luke looked at Garcia before looking back at Daisy.

He had a lot of nieces and he knew to find out the facts before he admitted to anything. He felt a little like an unsub being interrogated.

If he found out why Daisy thought that, he might be able to counter her points.

“What makes you think that?” He moved across the room towards her.

“I grew up around profilers, Uncle Luke, I know what you’re trying to do.” She raised an eyebrow at him. “I saw a lady leaving the house last week and dad kissed her.”

Luke looked at Garcia over his shoulder and she just shrugged.

He exhaled before looking back at the teenager.

“Right. I don’t suppose I can spin that another way, can I?”

“Nope.” Daisy giggled. “So it’s true? He has a girlfriend?”

“It’s…he’s dating.” Garcia scurried over on her too high heels. “He met someone. She’s lovely.”

“She’s very pretty.” Daisy nodded. “Is he happy?”

Luke and Garcia both melted at her question. It was too adorable that all Daisy cared about was her fathers happiness.

“I think so, kid.” Luke smiled at her.

“I want him to be happy.” Daisy nodded. “Why hasn’t he told us?”

Again Luke and Garica looked at each other, subconsciously trying to work out the best way to answer that.

She was so much like her dad and there was no lying to Spencer. He always saw right through them and no doubt his daughter would too.

“They’ve just met. It’s still early days. But I’m sure at some point he will tell you. But after your mom…he’s scared.” Luke tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“I just want him to be happy.” She repeated.

“He is, sweet pea.” Garcia wrapped her arm around Daisy and bowed her head to kiss her hair. “Just give him time, ok?”

“And maybe don’t tell Lily yet.” Luke added.

“Ok.” Daisy agreed with a small smile. “Lily’s terrible at keeping secrets.”

Garcia ruffled her hair a little with a laugh.

“You still want cocoa?”

“Yes please!” Daisy cheered.

“Go in the living room with your sister.” Luke patted her back.

“Ok!” She turned towards the door but as she reached it, she turned back to look at the grown-up’s. “Oh Uncle Luke?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“You’re bonkers if you think microwave milk is going to taste the same as boiled milk.” She shot him a cheeky grin before hurrying back into the living room.

“Son of a bitch.” Luke laughed.

“Told you.” Garcia grinned smugly. “Saucepan please.”

***

“You got shot in the leg?” You glared wide eyed at Spencer over your wine glass, a slightly amused smile on your lips.

“It wasn’t as bad as he’s making it out to be.” Spencer rolled his eyes.

“You used a cane for months, kid.” Rossi laughed.

“Ok so it was kind of bad. But it was a long time ago. And it only hurts every so often.” Spencer tried to downplay it.

Dinner was incredible and after a few glasses of wine your nerves had eased up. Rossi had made you feel so welcome which also helped you relax.

You were now in his impressive study, sinking down into a large leather armchair with Spencer on his own next to you.

He’d reached across the space between you and had been holding your hand the whole time.

You finished the remains of your wine while Rossi swirled his scotch around his glass.

“I tell ya, the stories I could tell you about Reid-”

“Let’s save that for another time, shall we?” Spencer cut him off. “I’d rather it we didn’t scare Y/N off.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell you all the good doctors' gory secrets one day.” Rossi winked at you.

Spencer patted your hand and you nodded, leaning forward to put your empty glass on the coffee table.

“I should get back and relieve Luke and Garcia of babysitting duty.” Spencer let go of your hand and pushed himself up from the chair.

You followed suit, as did Rossi.

“How they think the team doesn’t know they’re dating is beyond me.” Rossi chuckled.

He led you out into the entrance way and handed you both your coats.

“Thank you so much Dave, dinner was wonderful and it was so nice to meet you.” You smiled a little dreamily, Spencer could see the alcohol had gone to your head a little.

“The pleasure, my dear, is all mine.” He gripped your face and kissed both of your cheeks with gusto.

As you slipped on your coat he gave the same treatment to Spencer.

“She’s great, kid. Don’t let her go.” He whispered into Spencer’s ear.

“Duly noted.” Spencer smiled warmly.

He opened the door and placed his hand on your lower back to guide you towards it.

“Buona notte.” Rossi waved the two of you off.

You waved back and started down the stairs ahead of Spencer.

“Reid?” Rossi called him before he got too far.

“Yeah?”

“The two of you are welcome to my cabin anytime.”

“Thanks Dave. Goodnight.”

“G’night kid.”

Spencer hurried down the stairs after you, taking hold of your hand and bringing it to his lips before he brushed them over your knuckles.

You swayed a little in your heels as you looked up at him.

The moon was peaking between the clouds and caught your eye as you looked at him.

It caused your eyes to sparkle in such a magical way Spencer almost lost his footing. That paired with the smile tugging at the corners of your lips, the one you seemed to reserve just for him, lit a fire in Spencer.

And at that moment on Rossi’s driveway, he found himself handing over all the remains of the shattered fragments of his heart to you and praying to a god he didn’t believe in that you were the one who could help piece them back together.

***

You rambled on on the drive home, your tipsy words making Spencer laugh as he drove.

You were animatedly gesticulating with your hands as you spoke, almost hitting him a few times.

He tried to remain focused on the road but your wild arm movements kept garnering his attention.

“I’m going to get in an accident if you don’t calm down.” He chuckled, easily grabbing both of your wrists in one hand and placing them in your lap.

“Sorry.” You chewed your lip. “I’m a little tipsy.”

“I can tell.” He returned his hand to the wheel with an amused smile.

“A little tipsy.” You repeated, turning your body in the chair so you could look at him. “And a lot horny.”

Spencer almost swerved the car off the road and gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles instantly turned white.

“Fuck, Y/N.” His cock was immediately awake. “Don’t say things like that. My girls are home.”

“Didn’t say we needed to go home.” You reached over the centre console and palmed his already hardening cock through his slacks.

His toes curled in his shoes and he hissed.

“Fuck.” He swallowed, tightening his hold on the steering wheel. “W-what are you suggesting?”

“A dark alley and a bad idea.” You pressed your palm against his erection and he jolted a little in his seat.

“You will be the death of me.” He growled. “Thank fuck I put those condoms in my bag.”

He was quick to locate a dark and desolate side street, barely able to see through the lust clouding his vision.

It was a narrow alley, barely bigger than Spencer’s car and the only light was from the moon still creeping between the clouds.

He practically slammed on the brakes and shut off the engine, unbuckling his belt in a flash and turning to you with dark eyes.

“Come here then angel,” he patted his lap. “Or are you all talk?”

You fumbled undoing your belt in excitement and Spencer had to help you out of it before he was pulling you towards him and having you straddle his lap.

The seat was already back as far as it would go due to his long legs and a car that wasn’t strictly made for a man of his stature.

Your dress rode up your thighs and you instantly started grinding his lap while he roughly gripped the back of your neck and crashed your lips together.

You moaned into his mouth as his free hand wandered your thigh, wasting no time in moving your panties aside.

He hissed into your mouth when he felt how wet the fabric was already and the heat that emanated from you made him dizzy.

The two of you didn’t get to be alone often and he was too eager to wait. He dove two fingers inside your waiting cunt and you bucked against his hand, your teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

He returned the favour by roughly thrusting them upwards and curling them against your bundle of nerves.

Your tongue hungrily explored his mouth, navigating every inch of his mouth. Your hands swatted at his belt, desperately trying to free him from his slacks. It took a few failed attempts before you got it undone and popped open the button on his pants.

Your hand sunk inside his boxers, moving the fabric enough to let his throbbing member escape. You stroked his length as he continued fucking his fingers inside of you with force and desperation.

You tore your lips apart so you could look at him. His lips were swollen and red and his pupils were blown out wide. His messy hair fell onto his forehead and he smiled wildly as you pumped him harder.

“Fuck angel, you are too good at that.” He panted, his chest heaving up and down. “And you feel so good around my fingers.”

He dove deeper, causing you to jump a little and throw your head back in pleasure.

The windows were already steamed up from your heavy breathing, obscuring any previous vision of the dark street.

Precome leaked from Spencer’s head and you swiped your thumb over it and spread it down his shaft.

The sounds of your wet slicked cunt as Spencer plunged his fingers in and out of you filled the car.

His free hand started fumbling behind his chair, trying to locate his satchel.

He gripped the handle and tossed it to the front seat. Still keeping up your strokes on his cock, you leaned over slightly and rummaged inside for a condom.

The ripples of pleasure crashing through your body meant it took longer than you would have liked before your fingers brushed against what you were looking for.

You sat back with it and after a few more thrusts of his fingers Spencer cautiously withdrew them.

You watched in absolute awe as he drew those same fingers to his lips and sucked your arousal clean of them.

“Fuck you taste good.” He hummed around his own digits.

Your thighs clamped together at the sight.

“God-fucking-damn Doctor.” You whined, squeezing the base of his shaft a little.

He smirked before pulling you in for another kiss, the taste of yourself on his tongue was electric.

As he kissed you, you ripped open the condom and held his shaft as you rolled it down his length. You pulled back from his lips and knelt over his head.

You moved your panties aside again for him while his own hand went to the base of his cock as he lined himself up. Slowly you lowered yourself, keeping your eyes firmly on his.

Just moments ago he’d been driving and now here you were. It had all happened so fast it made him a little dizzy. But this was the first time he’d had you alone in what felt like forever. He didn’t want to waste a second.

There would be other times for you to go slow, maybe at Rossi’s cabin. But now the need for speed was prevalent.

His head pressed against your desperate hole briefly before you steadily sunk down onto him, feeling your walls stretch around his heavy length.

Spencer’s eyes rolled back in his head and he gripped hold of your hips, blunt nails digging into your flesh.

Your pussy fluttered around him, tightening as though you might come already. He bottomed out inside of you, taking a few moments just to revel in the way you felt sheathed around his cock.

“I could stay like this forever.” He moaned, head falling forward onto your shoulder. “I could just fucking live in this glorious pussy.”

He sucked on the flesh of your shoulder, hard enough to leave behind marks whilst the two of you sat perfectly still.

Your hands found their way to his hair and entwined in the unruly locks, burying deeply into them.

He stopped sucking your shoulder and rested his forehead against it instead.

A wave of emotions washed over him as if out of nowhere. He snaked his arms around your body and held you as he felt tears prick the corners of his eyes.

This was how it was supposed to feel. This was what was missing in his marriage.

He felt as though in you, he’d found the other half of himself. He’d found what he’d been searching for all these years, what he’d never found in Maeve.

You were hope. You were a freedom he’d never felt before. You were the air his lungs had been gasping for his entire life.

He was inconceivably and deliriously in love with you. And that both elated him and terrified him at the same time.

But he knew now, as he held you, whilst he was buried deep inside of you that you were the one his heart beat for.

He didn’t even know he was capable of this kind of feeling. But it smacked him in the face like a ton of bricks at that moment.

You pulled back a little and he blinked away the tears threatening to fall before you noticed them.

You kept your hands in his hair as you smiled at him and started grinding down on him.

“Need you.” You mumbled.

“Need you more.” He quickly grabbed your face and slammed your lips together as you started moving up and down on his length.

He held your face firmly, kissing you a little sloppily and moaning into your mouth.

He started rocking in his seat to meet your movements and his belt jingled slightly with the motion.

His hips bucked back and forth, thrusting deep inside of you and crashing against your g-spot again and again.

You released his hair and gripped his shoulder for leverage and your other hand slammed against the car window, leaving a near perfect handprint in the condensation you’d both created.

He pulled back from your lips and moved his hands back to your hips, using them to move you up and down around him.

Your mouth fell open as wanton moans left your lips and you let him guide your body how he wanted you. Your knees clamped around his thighs and your eyes fluttered closed.

“No,” he panted, manoeuvring you up and down. “Look at me while I fuck you.”

Slamming hard against your cervix your eyes darted back open, wide and practically black.

You could feel your arousal leaking down your legs and a combination of the wine and lust caused you to feel light headed.

“Fuck, Spencer, I’m close.” You whined, gripping the collars of his shirt.

“Fuck, so am I.” He looked conflicted by this.

He wanted to come while he was inside of you, more so than he’d ever wanted anything in his life. He was wearing a condom but he was still scared by the thought.

Needing to get you to your peak before he reached his, he moved his hand under your dress and rubbed your clit with his thumb.

Your whole body jerked, clenching around him and it was almost enough to send Spencer spiralling.

“Come for me angel, please come for me.” He held his breath, hoping that might stave off his orgasm.

You hummed and moaned as he continued thrusting inside of you and the added pleasure of his thumb pressing against your clit caused your orgasm to bubble in your chest.

A moan wracked your whole body as you came, squeezing so tightly around Spencer’s cock that it was impossible for him to hold back.

With your orgasm still washing through you, Spencer’s hips jut up hard and his head fell to your shoulder again as he came inside the condom.

“Fuck,” he panted. “Fuck.”

His cock twitched inside of you as you rocked back and forth on him lazily while you both rode out your highs.

Spencer felt partially relieved yet suddenly flooded with remorse.

He helped you off of him and over to the passengers seat where your arousal leaked into the fabric of the chair.

He didn’t look at you, he stared down into his lap at his slowly softening dick as though it had betrayed him.

“Spence?” You whispered, squeezing your thighs together to try and stop the mess on Spencer’s chair.

He didn’t respond, he just kept staring at his crotch.

You sighed and reached over the console and removed the condom from his limp dick before tying a knot in the end.

“Condoms are really safe.” You whispered again.

“Are you on any kind of birth control?” He croaked, still not looking up at you.

“No.” You shook your head. “But condoms are really safe.”

“Ninety eight percent.” He mumbled.

“What?”

“They are ninety eight percent effective. But taking into account human error it brings that down to about eighty five in reality. Which means fifteen out of a hundred people who use condoms as their only form of birth control are likely to get pregnant.” His voice was so emotionless it scared you a little.

“Spence, it’ll be ok.” You gently placed your hand on his arm and he suddenly looked up at you.

Even in the dark you could see the tears behind his eyes.

“I can’t have another kid.”

“Of course. I’m not ready for kids either.”

“No.” He shook his head. “You don’t understand. I don’t mean I can’t have another kid right now. I mean I don’t ever want another child.”

His words hit you like a wave. That once sentence sobered you up like an IV filled with caffeine.

“Ever.” You croaked, slumping back into your chair. “As in…”

“Ever.” He sighed. “Daisy’s a teenager and Lily will be one too before I know it. And running around after toddlers in my thirties was one thing but it’s another entirely to be doing it in my forties. I don’t want any more kids.”

You cleared your throat and turned to stare out of the window so he wouldn’t see the tears in your eyes.

“Do you think you’ll ever get married again?” Your voice betrayed your sadness.

“I don’t…I don’t know.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I've not thought about it. My divorce has only been finalised a few months. Until I met you I never thought I’d ever date again.”

You sucked in a breath through your teeth.

This wasn’t a conversation that needed to happen now. You’d just started dating, it wasn’t important now, right?

You didn’t want to ruin what you and Spencer had right now for the sake of some phantom future.

“Ok.” You nodded, belting yourself in the car.

“Ok?” He frowned at you.

“Ok, let’s go.” You turned back to him and he suddenly became aware his dick was still hanging out of his pants.

He quickly tucked himself away and buckled his belt.

“Are we ok?” He asked softly before doing up his seat belt.

“Yeah.” You forced yourself to smile. “We don’t need to worry about stuff like that now.”

“Right. Sure.” He nodded with a slight frown as he started the engine.

The two of you were silent the whole drive back to your apartment and it was a stifled kind of silence. The tension was palpable, making the air around you thick and heavy, almost choking you on it.

You watched the passing cars outside the window. You stared intently until DC became nothing more than a blur behind your eyes.

Eventually after what felt like a lifetime trapped inside the car, he pulled up outside your building. You practically flung yourself from the vehicle, trying to ignore your sticky inner thighs.

Spencer quickly shut off the engine and joined you in the street outside your building. He was tentative as he moved closer to you, cupping your face tenderly in his large hands.

“We have an expiration date, don’t we?” You croaked, tears instantly pooling behind your eyes.

“I don’t know.” He confessed. “Maybe.”

“You really never want more kids?” A tear escaped your eye and you cursed yourself for it.

He sighed loudly, moving his hands down your face and onto the sides of your neck. His touch was featherlight, barely ghosting over your skin.

“I really don’t know Y/N.” His bottom lip quivered a little. “I never imagined having anymore, especially with my girls getting older now. I’m not going to stand here and lie to you and say I might change my mind one day because I don’t know if I will. Maybe I will, but I don’t know. And I don’t want to get your hopes up and say I will when I just don’t know.

But I don’t want to lose you, not like this. And I know it’s probably really selfish of me to ask but can we just like, put a pin in it for now? Deal with it another day? I’m not ready for whatever this is between us to be over. I’m already in over my head here, I can’t lose you.”

A few more tears escaped your eyes and you could tell Spencer was close to losing it himself.

He wished you were the mother of his children. He wished you were the one he married. His wished time and circumstance had been on his side but he couldn’t change any of that.

But he could potentially stop you from walking away.

“It’s a pretty big pin.” You replied with a sniff.

“I know.” He nodded sadly.

“But I’m not ready for whatever this is to be over either.” You confessed.

You might live to regret that decision. You might only end up prolonging the pain. But any minute spent with Spencer Reid was worth any hurt it might cause in the long run.

Spencer’s body seemed to relax at your words and he threaded his hands around the back of your neck, edging his face closer to yours.

“Y/N?” He whispered, leaning his forehead against yours and his breath fanned across your face.

“Yes, Spence?”

“You know I adore you right?” It was the closest he could bring himself to say what he really wanted to say.

Adore was the most he could allow himself to admit out loud although he was fairly certain you knew what he really meant.

Your lip tugged at the corner and you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“I know.” You murmured, lips almost ghosting over his. “I adore you too, Spencer.”

He closed the small gap between your lips and kissed you with everything he had.

He spoke silent love songs and sonnets that died in your mouth. But he told himself that you knew. He was sure that you knew.

When the kiss broke he stroked an errant hair back off your face and watched the way the moonlight danced in your eyes.

It should have been you, he thought regretfully. It should have been you I got to have a life with.

But he didn’t say it out loud. He couldn’t speak those words because they seemed far too cruel.

Instead he stepped back from you and stuffed his hands awkwardly in his pockets.

“I promise you I am going to get Daisy to her mom’s next weekend whatever it takes. And you and I are going to Rossi’s cabin.”

“I can’t wait.” Your smile was full of melancholy and he was sure his own reflected it back.

He took a step backwards, closer to his car.

“See you Monday.” He nodded, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth.

“See you Monday.” You repeated, watching him retreat back to his car and slide in the driver’s seat with a heavy heart.

***

Spencer was exhausted by the time he arrived home, both physically and mentally.

He knew the right thing to do was to let you go. It wasn’t fair on either of you for him to string you along when chances were he couldn’t give you what you wanted.

He was being selfish, he knew that. He knew it was unfair for him to keep this up. But his heart wouldn’t allow him to let go.

You’d gotten in. You’d snuck past the defences he’d carefully crafted in the wake of Maeve’s affair. You’d bombarded his fortress, snuck in without him even realising his strongholds had been breached.

You’d taken up roots and they grew like vines around the shards of his thread bear heart. For now they were holding him together, but your clutches would only grow stronger, squeezing and squeezing until his heart all but turned to dust.

You were a part of him, embedded deep in his soul. So even if it was selfish, he couldn’t let you go.

He knew he should. But he couldn’t.

He sat in his car on the drive, silent tears streaming down his face unwilling to go inside just yet.

Time passed by slowly. He didn’t know how long he sat there in the dark before he wiped his eyes, put on a practiced fake smile and exited the car.

His footsteps trailed heavily up the porch steps and he nudged open the door as quietly as possible, hoping at this late hour his daughter’s would be asleep.

The light was on the living room and he didn’t have to go far to find his children or their sitters.

Luke was sprawled on the couch, feet resting over the arm. Lily was curled up on top of him, head resting on his chest and he had a lazy arm slung around her while they both snored peacefully.

Roxy and Taco were curled up together at the foot of the couch.

Garica was asleep in the armchair, head lolled back against the headrest and Daisy lay soundly sleeping in her lap, head buried into the crook of the bubbly blonde's neck.

His heart soared in his chest at the sight of them like this. His kids were masters of distraction and very rarely did anyone sitting them get them to bed.

He hadn’t expected Luke and Garcia to be any different.

The girls had tactics that stopped working on Spencer long ago. They knew how to wear adults down until they were too tired to convince his errant daughters to go to bed.

Spencer couldn’t help but smile in pride at how Lily and Daisy could outsmart two FBI agents.

He crept further into the room towards the couch and crouched down next to Luke and Lily. He reached out and stroked Lily’s curly hair off her face, her lips were drawn into a small smile that made Spencer feel warm inside.

Luke stirred a little, Spencer could see his eyes moving beneath his lids and then they slowly opened.

When they landed on Spencer he frowned a little, looking down at Lily before looking back at him.

“Don’t feel bad, they’re too smart for their own good.” Spencer whispered.

“Wonder where they get that from.” Luke croaked. “They wore us down.”

“It’s ok, really.” Spencer smiled.

Lily made a little humming sound before her eyes fluttered and opened. She looked at Spencer, blinking a few times before she lifted her head from Luke’s chest.

“Daddy!” She instantly beamed, shuffling to sit up on Luke’s stomach, no doubt winding him in the process.

She got to her feet and collapsed into Spencer’s open arms.

“Did you have a nice time with Uncle Luke and Aunty Penelope?” He kept his voice low to not disturb Garica and Daisy although he’d have to wake them up eventually.

“Yes! We had lots of fun and Taco and Roxy are the best of friends.” She giggled, pulling herself from his arms and pointing at the two dogs who were now awake but still stayed close to each other.

“I don’t know if he’s neutered and they would have some very strange babies so let’s keep an eye on them.” Spencer told Luke.

“It’s all good, Roxy’s been done.” Luke chuckled as he sat up on the couch.

“What’s neutered?” Lily frowned.

“Nothing, pumpkin.” Spencer ruffled her unruly hair before getting back up and moving over to the armchair.

Daisy was a much heavier sleeper than her sister so he was able to cradle her legs and head and scoop her up into his arms without waking her.

“I’m going to put them to bed.” Spencer whispered, motioning for Lily to follow him.

“I’ll wake Penelope.” Luke nodded.

Spencer headed for the stairs with Daisy in his arms and Lily gripping the back of his shirt. He was an expert at manoeuvring with two children attached to him and made quick work of the stairs.

“Go get into bed and I’ll be in in a second ok?” He instructed Lily.

“But I’m not tired!” She whined.

“Yes, pumpkin, you are.” He smirked. “Go get into bed.”

“Fine.” She huffed, turning on her heels and scampering to her room.

At least Luke and Garcia had managed to talk to the girls into their pajamas, it was more than most could do.

Nudging Daisy’s door open with his hip, he carried his daughter into her room, pulled back the sheets with one hand and laid her down on the mattress.

She stirred a little but didn’t wake.

He covered her up with the sheet and bowed his head to kiss her forehead.

“I love you baby girl.” He whispered as he slowly backed out of the room.

Lily was a little harder to get down, proclaiming she wasn’t tired when she could barely keep her eyes open.

It took twenty minutes and two stories before she finally gave over to sleep and Spencer was able to leave her.

He found Luke and Garcia slightly bleary eyed in the kitchen, three cups of coffee on the island.

He slid into one of the free chairs and took a grateful sip.

“How was your dinner at Rossi’s, boy wonder?” Garcia grinned suggestively at him, eyeing him up and down.

Spencer looked down at his attire and it was only then he noticed his tie was off to the side, his shirt was still untucked from his pants and his belt was twisted where he’d done it up in a hurry.

His cheeks burnt instantly as he looked back at Garcia sheepishly.

“Cut me some slack, I never have time for sex.” He grumbled, lifting the mug to his lips and letting the warmth comfort him.

“I mean we kind of figured what you were doing. You texted us almost two hours ago that you were leaving Rossi’s.” Luke snickered. “So you had a good night?”

“For the most part.” He couldn’t help the sigh that left his lips, causing his shoulders to slump. “It got a bit tense at the end.”

“Tense how?” Garcia raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at him.

“We got onto the conversation of the future. I don’t know, I think we want different things.” He swallowed thickly.

“Because you’ve already done the marriage and kids thing.” Luke nodded.

“Yeah and it didn’t work out so well for me. So I’m not exactly in a hurry to repeat it.” He shook his head. “It’s fine, we’re fine…what?”

Luke and Garcia were exchanging slightly guilty looks that cut Spencer off his trail of thought.

They looked at him sheepishly, trying to decide who would be the one to speak.

“Uh…” Garcia toyed with her necklace. “Daisy knows about Y/N.”

Spencer almost dropped his mug from his hands but just managed to steady it and placed it loudly on the counter.

“Excuse me? You told my thirteen year old daughter I’m dating?”

“No, no, we didn’t.” Luke was quick to speak up. “She saw Y/N leaving the house. Said she saw you kiss her. She drew the conclusions.”

“And she talked to you about it and not me?” Spencer felt a little saddened by that.

“She’s happy for you.” Garica tried to cheer him up. “She was super grown-up about the whole thing. I sometimes forget she’s not an adult.”

“S-she is?” Spencer stuttered.

“She just wants you to be happy. And we told her you are.” Luke smiled softly at him.

“I was really not ready for my kids to know I’m dating.” He leant his elbows on the counter and put his head in his hands.

“If it helps, she did agree not to tell Lily.” Garcia shrugged.

“Until the next time Lily steals her favourite sweater or annoys her in any way and it will be the first thing she blurts out.” Spencer exhaled, lifting his head back out of his hands. “Thanks for handling it. There was a lot I didn’t think through before I dove head first into this dating thing.”

“Tell us about it. We did not think through how hard it would be hiding our relationship from the team.” Luke chuckled.

“Yeah about that,” Spencer offered him a sympathetic smile. “I’m pretty sure they all know. Rossi mentioned it.”

Luke and Garcia looked at each other wide eyed.

“We shouldn’t be so surprised. They are profilers.” Garcia shrugged in defeat, slipping out of the chair. “I’m going to use the ladies room and then I need to go home. It’s late and I’m exhausted.”

With Garcia gone, Luke helped Spencer clear up the coffee cups before they went through to the living room where Luke got his coat on.

“I don’t know how you do it, man.” Luke smiled wistfully at his friend as he fished his car keys out of his pocket. He grabbed Roxy’s leash from the coat rack and whistled to garner her attention.

“Do what?”

“Any of it.” Luke laughed as Roxy padded over and allowed Luke to clip her leash to her collar. “Dating’s hard enough without corralling those two girls. You’re doing great, you know that right?”

Spencer smiled but sometimes it didn’t feel like it. Sometimes it felt like he was being torn in two directions, between his family and his personal life and he was sure at some point he would rip down the middle.

“Thanks,” he said rather than launch into a self-pity rant.

Garcia rejoined them and Luke helped her into her pink denim jacket before she hugged Spencer tightly. He waved at Luke as he opened the door and they stepped out on the porch with Roxy in tow.

“Thanks again guys, I really appreciate you sitting the girls.” he leant on the door.

“Any time! I just adore those little angels!” Garcia beamed as brightly as she could considering how tired she was.

“See ya soon, super dad.” Luke winked at him as they turned and headed down the front steps.

Spencer shut the door, chuckling to himself.

He had no idea what would happen between the two of you, if there were even still a two of you. But as long as he had his daughters, he knew everything would be ok.

Spencer could conquer anything life had to throw at him as long as his two girls were happy and healthy.

But why did the thought of losing you make him feel like he could crumble into a million pieces and never be able to put himself back together?

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You made a wish at 11:11 - Elias Pettersson

Inspired by 11:11 by Arkells

Summary: a first date between two longtime friends leads to something even better

You were all done up

but it wasn’t for me.

Elias’ palms felt sweaty. It was October for gods sake! There’s a cold breeze nipping at his frame - he shouldn’t be sweaty.

His heart is racing. Elias shifts his weight back and forth on his feet, he never gets this nervous. He’s an NHL super star, I mean he’s played in front of all kinds of crowds and never caved to the pressure. So why does he feel like he may throw up on the street?

His eyes shift down to the fancy watch adorning his wrist, he is ten minutes early. He’s beginning to understand the male lead in every rom-com he’s ever been forced to watch by various different women in his life - like your life is about to begin but also simultaneously combust.

Elias needs this to go well. He’s been pining after you quietly for months now, maybe even years. If this date doesn’t go well, he’ll still have to see you often and boy does he love to see you.

There’s also the fact that an annoying blonde bearing the name Brock Boeser will roast the shit out of him. He may be one of Elias’ best friends but damn is he unable to let things go. It doesn’t help that you and Bella are quite good friends and the older Canuck is privy to all your “girl talk”, as he’s boasted to Elias before.

“Pull yourself together, Pettersson.” Elias mutters to himself, he’s trying his best to channel his Minnesotan pal and pep-talk his way out of the bordering on anxiety nerves he’s developed waiting outside of your building.

He lets out a deep breath, throwing his head back and screwing his eyes shut. He’s thankful it’s October and beginning to hint at the Vancouver winter to come. There’s no way Elias would be able to hide his nerves in the heat, a loose t-shirt would instantly give away the sweat-induced panic He shoves his hands inside the pockets of his felt Nike quarter-zip. The plush interior of his pockets brings comfort to his fried nerves.

“Hey there handsome,” your voice startles him out of his reverie. “You ready to go?”

Elias turns to greet you, but words fail him once he catches a glimpse of you. His jaw drops slightly and he tries to recover quickly so you don’t notice. You do however and glee flashes over your face.

“You look incredible,” is what finally leaves his lips as he gathers his thoughts.

Cockily, you roll your shoulders back and stand a little taller. The compliment is exactly what you need to boost your confidence to go through with this date. Sure, you and Elias have been friends for a while and run in the same social groups but you’ve never hung out alone before. You’d never thought he’d ask you out and briefly thought he was inviting you to hang out with the group when he did ask. It took both Bella and Brock to convince you to agree.

“Just so you know,” you lilt teasingly, leaning your shoulder into his chest, face inches from his. “I didn’t dress up for you.”

He smirks, you both know you did but he’ll play the game. “Oh yeah?” He quirks an eyebrow to match the playful attitude you’ve adopted. His face moves closer to yours and you can feel the heat of his breath on your skin. He smells delicious and you want nothing more than to press a kiss to his plump pink lips.

You were up at the front

to tap on your feet

I was back at the bar

You had your eyes on the stage

Elias wasn’t usually keen on spending his night at the Roxy, but one of your favourite bands was playing a small show and he bought tickets faster than he’d admit to anyone.

From picking you up to the moment you’d gotten to the bar, he’d kept you close to his body. Elias had kept a hand on your lower back with you tucked into his side. Somehow you’d manage to make it several blocks without him being noticed by loving Canucks fans.

Upon entering the bar, he’d inquired about your drink preference before ushering you to the front of the stage.

The band hadn’t appeared yet, but the music was blasting through the speakers. The disco ball illuminated the dance floor. Elias watched as light danced off your face. You were at the front of the stage, tapping your feet to the beat while the girl beside you was gesturing wildly to you.

A throat clearing behind Elias caused him to turn around. The bartender hands him two drinks, both alcoholic, and Elias hands his credit card over to start a tab. He’s going to stick to only the one drink but he wants to treat you to however many you want.

He’s cautious as he moves through the crowd with both hands full. It’s not as busy as he’s seen it before but he still has to dodge the occasional group of people to protect his drinks from spilling.

The smile he receives from you upon gallantly handing you your drink makes his heart flutter. The lighting hits your eyes causes electricity to run down his spine.

Elias looks good, having shed his sweater at the coat check and rolling up the sleeves of his button up. He’s wearing the one you complimented one time. The moment you saw it, you blushed to yourself - he’d remembered.

You switch your drink in your hands, and slip your free hand into Elias’s. His hand dwarves yours, warming your icy palm. Using his grip on your hand, Elias pulls you closer.

“Thank you for the drink,” you say, eyes fluttering up at the Swede. You want to kiss him, but the music stops and you both turn to the stage.

The girl you were chatting with is gone when the spell between you and Elias ends. She made away quickly upon realising that she no longer existed in the little world between you and your beau.

You made a wish at 11:11

I held your hips at 12:34

There was a kiss just waiting to happen

A cab was calling outside the door

Even if the bar wasn’t packed, you would be pressed against Elias. The moment the band started playing, he took position behind you. He made the perfect barrier from others; it left you the perfect amount of room to lose yourself in the music.

Occasionally you’ll turn around to serenade him sweetly. His blue eyes haven’t left your frame in the hour since the band went on. He could care less about the ongoings around him, all that mattered in this moment was you.

You whip around quickly, grabbing his wrist and twisting it to your view. Elias chuckles, amused by your actions. Your eyelashes flutter as you inspect the hands of the watch. He’s blown away by the smile you bear upon seeing exactly what you’re looking for.

Seamlessly, the band switches from the fast pace song to a slower boxier beat. Your body sways almost automatically at the switch. Elias’ arm is still in your grip as you move.

He leans in close to you, so you can hear him over the band. “What are you doing, älskling?” His lips caress your ear, and you shiver at the feeling.

“It’s 11:11, I’m making a wish.” You announce back, before going quiet and closing your eyes.

It’s clear you’re mentally trying to wish something and Elias smiles at the way your eyes crinkle with emphasis. He finds a warmth in his chest at how cute you look focused. “You’re cute, y’know?” He murmurs, eyes filled with fondness.

He notices an eyelash under your eye, and reaches his thumb up to brush it away. A shiver runs through your body at his touch, his hands are soft and warm.

You want to kiss him, he wants you to kiss him.

It’s a little later when you spin around. A slow song has brought the joint down a couple levels and most people are coupled off around you swaying back and forth. “Dance with me?” You ask, drawing his attention to you.

Elias had been glaring down a man dancing to your left. This guy had been trying to get closer and closer to you as the night progressed and the Swede was having none of it.

Not usually prone to jealously, it was a weird feeling for Elias. But he’s more than happy to wrap his arms around your waist.

You snuggle into his chest, letting your body fall against his. His arms are strong and you can feel his biceps against the small of your back. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, head falling against his collarbone.

Elias begins to sway you back and forth, his heart is beating steady and its rhythmic bumping lulls you into a relaxed state.

Elias is the first to break the silence you’ve created. “I'm having a really great time with you.”

The sentiment lingers in the air for a moment as you take in the words spoken. You smile against his clavicle. The same thing has crossed your mind several times tonight.

“Me too,” your eyes lift up to meet his. His smile grows and he leans down to meet you, your eyes shut as you purse your lips.

The sudden vibration of his phone against both of your legs startle you away from each other. You're at the point where you could scream, Elias feels the exact same way.

He’s quick to pick the phone out of his Jean pockets. The display reads “Yellow Cab Co.”, and he brings the device to his ear.

“Yeah, we’ll be right out,” he murmurs, his other hand leaving your hip to plug his ear that he’s not holding his phone to.

Upon hanging up, he clumsily shoves his phone back into his pocket. His hands come to rest on your hips. The lights dance around the room, music still blasting and people around you dancing.

“That’s the cab,” he says, ducking his head down to your ear. “I thought they’d take longer.”

You just nod. He leads you to the coat check and keeps his grip on your hips as you make small talk with the coat check girl.

You check his wrist watch and the time reads 12:34. A song you like comes on and he’s quick to sway you back on forth as you watch the coat check girl flick through jacket after jacket searching for yours.

I said: “if you go home

And get on the phone

And tell your girlfriends about me

I’ll go home

And sleep on my own

And dream of a girl named Lonnie”

Elias kept his hand on your lower back the entire walk out of the club. He’d even opened the door of the cab and helped you in.

His hands had been smooth as they’d made sure your seatbelt was secure.

When the taxi pulled up in front of your place, he was quick to get out and run around the car to your door. Elias held your hand as you exited the warmth of the cab into the brisk October night. He lets go briefly to pay the van driver and thank him enthusiastically, you swear you see him hand the driver an 100% tip and it makes you smile.

Your head looks up and you spot a star or two freed from the cloud cover. The moon is bright and illuminates the streets around you.

Elias walks you to the door of your building, his hand scratching at the back of his neck. It’s the first time tonight his nerves have been revealed to you.

“I had a great time tonight,” you smile, moving your hand to grab his. The smile Elias sends you back causes his eyes to crinkle.

“Me too,” he says, finally cupping your cheeks in his larger hands. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

“Finally,” you chuckle, eyes fluttering shut as you slip into your tiptoes to meet his lips.

They’re as plump as you thought they’d be. Your hands slip around his neck as he moves his head to push his lips further against yours.

His lips purse and you take the opportunity to twist the hair at the nape of his neck in your fingers. He smiles against your mouth.

When you pull away, you’re both breathing heavily. You rest your forehead against his, smiling. “Let’s do this again.” You say as you break away from him. “I’ll text you tomorrow.”

He waits until he knows you’re safely in the building before he begins the short walk to his own. He shoots Brock a quick text saying he’d dropped you off safely. To which he gets a thumbs up in response.

You’re on cloud nine as you make it up to your apartment. Every moment of your date is replaying in your head. It went perfectly.

As you hang your keys up, you slip your purse off your shoulder and sneak your phone out of the bag to check your notifications. Elias had agreed to handle all the logistics so you hadn’t touched your phone once that night.

The second you pick it up, it illuminates with Bella’s contact photo. You answer quickly, throwing the speaker phone on as you move about your apartment.

“Tell me everything,” she squeals down the phone, you can hear Brock in the background shuffling closer to the phone.

“Hi Bells, hi Brock,” you say teasingly, “I had a great night thanks for asking. How was yours?”

Your cat is quick to approach you and nuzzle his head against your legs. You lean down and scratch between his ears.

“Yeah yeah, we had a great night,” Bella’s attitude is clear even through the phone. You know she’s rolling her eyes at you. “How was your date?”

“Petey had a good time. Did you?” Brock adds and your heart flutters.

“I had the best time. I wish he kissed me sooner though.” You plop yourself on the couch, your cat following suit to place himself in your lap and pure loudly.

“YOU KISSED???” Bella yells and you almost toss the phone across the room to save your eardrums. Brock’s chuckle is also heard. “Did you know about this?” She must be talking to her boyfriend.

“Yeah, he texted me earlier.” The Minnesotan drawls back.

You can’t help the squeal that falls out of your mouth at his admission. The butterflies in your stomach are emphasised when the aforementioned swede appears in your notifications having texted you.

It’s a simple text saying he made it home safe and you reply saying you’re glad and you had a great time. You text back and forth quickly, heart rate increasing.

“Um, hello? Y/N are you there?” Bella’s voice causes you to focus on your phone call once again.

Meanwhile, Elias is laying in his bed. He’s contently texting you back and he feels on top of the world. He smiles to himself when you bid him a good night and sweet dreams.

He types up a quick response before plugging his phone in for the night and turning over in his bed.

The duvet is plush and warm, his pillow perfectly fitting against his head. The weight of the day seems to slip off his shoulders as he relaxes into the mattress. The darkness of the room allows him to fall into unconsciousness.

The images behind his eyes take form immediately. He’s in a house, a kitchen to be more specific. He can see into the living room where a cartoon plays on the TV.

There’s toys scattered around everywhere and Elias turns back to the kitchen counter where he’s making coffee.

He picks up the cup and walks his sock-covered feet into the living room where a toddler girl is sitting on the couch, sippy cup in hand.

“Papa coffee?” The little blonde asks, blue eyes wide with curiosity. She looks like a mix of you and Elias, she’s clad in Canucks themed pyjamas and her hair is a mess.

“Yeah, Papa made coffee. Baby brother kept mama and papa up all night.” He explains delicately, free hand reaching out to tame her unruly hair.

“Mama ‘sleep?” The little girl inquires, moving up the couch to sit against her father.

“Mama is still asleep yeah, and she’s got baby brother with her.” He croons in response, leaning over to kiss her head.

“Lonnie love papa,” she replies, eyes focusing back on the tv as she brings her sippy cup to her mouth.

“Papa loves you too Lonnie.”

Elias wakes up the next morning happier than he’s ever been. Even more when he sees your text.

Ohhh oh ohh ohhh, I knew from the beginning

Ohhh oh ohh ohhh, it was you from the beginning.

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