#elliot x reader

[vanillachapters]

different views.

one-shot | 18+

pairing. elliot stabler x svu!reader

genre. smut, enemies-to-lovers energy, high-tension argument, office romance, workplace risk, possessive heat

warnings. explicit sexual content, 18+ only, harsh language/screaming, rough kissing, desk/interrogation room setting, biting/marking, overstimulation, unprotected sex.

word count. tbd

summary.

A heated argument over an uncooperative suspect in an empty squad room at midnight devolves into months of unspoken, frustrated tension finally snapping between you and Elliot.

"He's the guy, Elliot! The timeline matches, the bloody prints on the driver's side match, you're being completely blind!"

Your voice echoed off the concrete walls of the empty precinct, sharp enough to cut through the quiet hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. It was past two in the morning. Everyone else had gone home hours ago, leaving just the two of you surrounded by overflowing case files, half-empty coffee cups, and a whiteboard covered in crime scene photos.

Elliot slammed his palm down onto the metal desk, the loud crack making the pen holder jump.

"I'm being realistic!" he roared back, stepping right into your personal space until he was towering over you, his blue eyes blazing with a dangerous, dark fire. "You're chasing a ghost because you want a quick arrest! The M.O. doesn't align with the first two victims. It's a copycat, and if we rush this warrant based on your damn gut feeling, the real bastard walks!"

"My gut feeling is what solved the Mercer case last month while you were busy brooding in your office!" you threw back, stepping forward until your chest brushed against his. "Don't talk down to me, Stabler. I'm not your rookie, and I'm sure as hell not going to let you stall this investigation because you're too stubborn to admit I'm right!"

"You think I'm talking down to you?" Elliot’s voice dropped into a low, deadly growl. He unpinned his badge from his belt, tossing it onto the desk with a heavy clatter, before ripping his tie loose with one swift, aggressive pull. "I'm trying to keep you from blowing this entire case wide open because you're too hot-headed to look at the cold, hard evidence!"

"I am not hot-headed!" you screamed, your fists clenching at your sides, your entire body trembling with adrenaline and months of buried, suffocating tension. "You just hate that I don't bend to your authority like everyone else around here!"

"You drive me out of my fucking mind!" Elliot snapped, his hands flying up to grip the sides of your face, his fingers digging firmly into your jawline to hold you still.

"And what are you gonna do about it?" you yelled right back into his face.

Elliot didn't hesitate.

His mouth slammed into yours with violent, unyielding force.

The kiss was hot, bruising, and born out of sheer, unadulterated frustration. You let out a sharp gasp against his lips, but instead of pulling away, your hands flew to his chest, grabbing the lapels of his suit jacket and pulling him down to you. Elliot groaned into your mouth, a guttural, desperate sound, his tongue forcing its way past your lips to conquer yours with heavy, possessive strokes.

He backed you up until the back of your thighs hit the edge of the central squad desk. In one fluid motion, Elliot grabbed your waist, lifting you up easily and setting you down on top of the scattered case files. He crowded between your open legs, his massive frame burying you against his chest as his hands dragged up your neck, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss.

"Still think you know better than me?" Elliot panted against your lips, his hot breath fanning across your flushed skin as his hands moved down to unbutton your blazer, shoving it off your shoulders.

"Shut up," you breathed, reaching down to yank at his shirt buttons, popping two of them off in your haste to feel his bare skin. "Just shut up and touch me, Elliot."

His eyes went pitch dark. "Gladly."

Elliot reached behind you, sweeping a stack of manila folders onto the floor with a loud thud to clear more space. He grabbed the front of your blouse, unbuttoning it with swift, impatient fingers before hooking his thumbs into the lace of your bra, pulling it down to expose your breasts to the cool air of the room.

His jaw tightened as he looked down at you. "Fuck... look at you."

Before you could respond, Elliot leaned down, taking one peaked nipple straight into his mouth. He sucked firmly, his tongue swirling aggressively around the sensitive peak while his large hand squeezed your other breast, molding the soft flesh in his grip.

You arched your back off the desk with a loud, breathless gasp, your hands digging into his broad shoulders. "Elliot, god, someone could come in- "

"Door's locked," he muttered against your skin, his teeth lightly nipping your nipple, making you cry out. "And I don't give a damn if the whole department walks through that door right now. You're mine tonight."

He reached down, unbuckling his belt and letting it drop to the floor. With one sharp tug, he unzipped your trousers and pulled them down your legs along with your underwear, letting them fall around your knees. He didn't waste time taking them off completely; he simply spread your thighs wide over the edge of the desk, stepping into the space between them.

His long fingers slid down your inner thigh, brushing against your wet, heated center. When he felt how slick you were already, a dark, arrogant smirk touched his lips.

"Fighting with me gets you this wet?" Elliot growled softly, dipping two fingers straight into your core without warning.

You let out a sharp shriek, your fingers clutching tightly at his rolled-up shirt sleeves as he began to pump his fingers inside you with a heavy, relentless pace. "Elliot! You- you were making me so damn angry"

"Good," he growled, his thumb pressing flat against your clit, rubbing tight, firm circles over the swollen bud. "Keep that anger. Use it to take every inch of me."

He pulled his fingers free, leaving you dripping and aching on the desk. Elliot freed his thick, erect length from his trousers, guiding the broad head directly against your entrance. He didn't offer a slow buildup or a gentle transition; he gripped your hips tightly, his knuckles white against your skin, and shoved himself all the way inside you in one long, agonizingly deep stroke.

Your eyes flew open, a muffled scream caught in your throat as your hands slammed against his chest. "Elliot!"

"You wanted this just as badly as I did," Elliot grunted through gritted teeth, his hips locked tight against yours as he buried himself to the hilt. "Didn't you?"

"Yes!" you sobbed, your inner walls clamping down around his thick length in a tight, desperate squeeze. "Fuck, yes- "

Elliot let out a low, ragged groan, his eyes rolling back slightly at the sheer tightness of your body. He pulled back until only his tip remained inside you before slamming forward again, establishing a fast, powerful rhythm that shook the entire wooden desk.

Every thrust was heavy, possessive, and deep enough to touch your soul. Elliot looked down at you with a gaze so dark and intense it felt like he was burning straight through you. He reached down, his thumb finding your clit again, grinding down hard with every snap of his hips.

"Look at me," Elliot commanded, his voice dark and raspy. "I want you looking at me when you break."

"I can't- Elliot, it's too much- " you whined, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him even deeper into you.

The sound of his heavy, rhythmic thrusts mixed with the faint rustle of paper beneath your back filled the dark precinct. The sheer thrill of where you were, combined with the raw, overpowering strength of the man holding you down, pushed your nervous system straight to the edge.

"Come for me," Elliot growled, his bite catching the sensitive skin where your neck met your shoulder, leaving a dark, purple mark that would take days to fade. "Come on my dick, sweetheart. Do it now."

The rough command snapped your last thread of control. Your body convulsed violently as a shattering orgasm ripped through you. You screamed his name into the empty room, your core contracting in tight, relentless spasms around his length.

Elliot grunted loudly at the sudden contraction of your walls. His thrusts turned wild, unrefined, and desperate as he chased his own release. He slammed into you three more times, sinking as deep as physically possible, before he froze, his body going rigid as he came inside you with a low, gut-wrenching roar.

He held you tightly against his chest, his face buried in your neck as his heart hammered wildly against your ribs.

For several minutes, the only sound in the squad room was the heavy, ragged breathing of two people slowly coming back down to reality. Elliot stayed buried deep inside you, his hands gently running up and down your arms, soothing the goosebumps on your skin.

Slowly, Elliot lifted his head. His blue eyes were softer now, the dark, furious edge completely gone, replaced by a quiet, protective warmth.

He reached up, gently brushing a strand of sweaty hair away from your face, his lips pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead.

"You're still wrong about the suspect," Elliot whispered softly, a faint, rare smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

You let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh, hitting his chest weakly with your fist. "You are unbelievable, Stabler."

"I know," he murmured, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your lips. "Now let me help you clean up before someone actually walks in here."

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[whatdidwesee]

▼fortune cookies

▷Elliot x reader

▷Elliot, guess how many steps it takes me to make a batch of fortune cookies?

Uh, actually I don't like this post, but I won't delete it from Tumblr.

　　You had once asked Elliot whether he liked black coffee.Back then, he had thought about it for a moment before telling you that he did not actually like bitterness that much. He always had to add a lot of sugar. Still, in winter, black coffee really was an excellent way to wake himself up, far more useful than a latte or an iced Americano. Without it, he probably would have fallen back asleep the moment he opened the door on every winter morning.

　　His fingers tapped lightly against the edge of the sieve, and the fine white flour fell into the glass bowl like snow drifting down outside. Today, Elliot was wearing an ivory knitted sweater, its cuffs folded inward. He kept his head lowered, slowly working melted butter into the pale yellow batter. The warm light brushed his hair and made him seem almost soft.

　　You were only there to help from the side, and to watch him while you did.

　　“What are you going to put in them this year?” Elliot asked, glancing at you.

　　You were still looking down, flattening sheet after sheet of wax paper. Beside you sat a small stack of white slips, the pages densely covered with handwriting. You did not look up right away. Instead, you curved your lips and said mysteriously, “You will know when you eat one.”

　　A careful glance swept over your worktable. Then he seemed to relax at last and let out a breath. “That is a relief…” He lowered his head again to stir the batter. “It seems like this year, the notes are finally normal.”

　　“I do not think last year was a bad idea,” you immediately defended yourself.

　　Hearing that, Elliot gave a soft huff of laughter, though his expression quickly turned complicated, as if the taste of some disaster had already returned to his tongue. “But putting jelly beans in them was a little too terrifying.”

　　Of course you both still remembered what happened last winter.

　　Last winter, the two of you had been curled up on the sofa under a blanket, a movie playing, when you grinned wickedly and shoved a freshly baked fortune cookie into his mouth. Boldly, you took one yourself too. Then, the moment you bit down, a brightly colored jelly bean emerged from inside the cookie, along with the fragrance of the pastry. The whole night had only then begun to slide toward the irretrievable.

　　Sometimes the lucky ones were peach and pear.A little less lucky, toothpaste, dishwater.And even worse than that…

　　You watched Elliot slowly stop chewing. His brows drew together little by little, and one of his eyelids twitched faintly, as if that strange flavor were crawling from his tongue straight into his mind. He stayed silent for a long while before forcing himself to swallow.

　　Looking back now, that night had been terrifying beyond words. If Santa Claus had truly looked down and seen that scene, he would probably have turned his sleigh around without a second thought.

　　“Who won in the end?” you asked suddenly.

　　Elliot thought about it and corrected you very seriously. “You should ask who had worse luck. In that case, it was you.”

　　“I think we can do it again this year,” you said with complete seriousness, though your hand had already quietly reached toward the cupboard, as if preparing to dig out another box of neglected jelly beans.

　　“Hey!” Elliot caught your wrist in time and pulled your hand back. “At least the cookies you make are pretty good. Spare us this year.”

　　“I think changing the rules once in a while is not a bad idea,” you kept trying to argue. “I have decided to make the award for ‘unluckiest person’ go to someone else.”

　　Those amber eyes overflowed with laughter. “Who was it last year that kept eating two pieces in a row with rotten-sock flavor and immediately declared the competition over?”

　　…

　　“I lost, I lost!” You raised both hands in surrender. That night had truly been unbearable. Elliot’s expression had once been so rich that it looked like the colored lights on a Christmas tree. By the end of the contest, you had nearly mistaken all those lights for fortune cookies stuffed with bizarre flavors.

　　Jelly beans of that sort really were better kept far away from fortune cookies.

　　You pulled your hand back and obediently stood beside the counter again, watching as Elliot used a spoon to scoop up the batter, the color of egg yolk, then poured it in measured circles onto the wax paper printed with guides. You looked down and counted the slips, wondering whether any were missing.

　　You still needed to make some to give away to the neighbors, so most of the notes inside were filled with blessings, about kindness, life, and friendship. Staring at that small stack of slips for a while, you suddenly drifted off, then called to him softly.

　　“Do you know how many steps it took me to make fortune cookies before I was with you?”

　　He had been looking down and smoothing the batter when he paused slightly at your words and looked up. “How many steps?”

　　You raised a fist and said, “Zero.”

　　He blinked, and before the confusion could fully take shape, you caught it and continued, “Because back then I did not even know how to make fortune cookies, even though I worked in a dessert shop.”

　　Back then, you were still the cashier and promoter who secretly liked him. Elliot came by every few days after work to buy pastries, and as always, according to the shop’s rules, you would let him take a packet of fortune cookies. As for when you fell in love with him, it was hard to say. Matters of the heart were impossible to trace. With only the little conversations at the counter, you could not even manage a proper week’s worth of real talk. It would not be appropriate to contact him privately just because he had left his number while ordering a birthday cake for his younger sister, and secretly giving him gifts would also have felt far too abrupt.

　　Usually, the fortune cookies the shop gave out were printed mass-produced ones. But in order to fit Valentine’s Day, the shop had launched a limited handmade edition, filled with lines meant to draw two people a little closer through quiet longing. Yet your relationship with him had not even reached the point of lingering ambiguity. So you had secretly asked the manager whether you could slip in the notes you had written yourself and reserve one set for you, then went online to learn how to make them.

　　So you would only push open the door of the pizza shop during your breaks, trying your luck. If you ran into him, you could chat for a few moments and give him the cookies under a proper pretext. You called it a way to keep a customer, or a way to draw him in, because he did not seem like the kind of person who would stop visiting a place once he had grown familiar with the staff. And the desserts at your shop really were one of a kind, so the excuse was not entirely a lie.

　　…

　　“Oh dear. Was I really that stupid back then? Who goes to the same pizza shop every day just to try to attract customers?” Every time you handed one to him, you could not help but replay the entire day afterward. In truth, you had written so, so many things, but in the end, what really went inside were only those lines wishing him good work and good health. The shy, embarrassing love words were still hidden away. You still felt that they should be said in person.

　　“If we are going to call anything stupid, then it was probably me,” Elliot said, “Who would go out of his way to tidy his hair just to buy a dessert?”

　　“Of course I remember! I happened to be arranging the display that day, and the moment I looked up, I saw you. You hardly hesitated at all before pointing at a napoleon pastry.”

　　“You remember that very clearly.”

　　He smiled. “Well, of course. After we confessed to each other, we told one another all these things.”

　　“And that thing was super hard to make,” you continued chattering, as if you wanted to say all the embarrassment you had saved up over the years in one breath. “I wasted so much flour learning how to make those confession fortune cookies. I ended up eating the failed ones as cookie crumbs. Handmade pastries really can carry feelings better, but back then I was looking at you eat the cookie and break open the note before I finally remembered to say what was written on it. I was clumsy to a fault.”

　　“But you became pretty good at it later, did not you?” Elliot asked with a smile, warmth rippling in his amber eyes. “And besides, you already got the thing that makes up for all of that. A boyfriend?”

　　“Then let me ask you again. How many steps does it take me to make fortune cookies now?”

　　“This year, I am the one making them…” Elliot brought out a tray of golden pastry shells. “So it is still zero steps, I guess? Oh, no, one step.”

　　They passed through your hands, the slips were tucked inside and folded, shaped, then one by one slipped into clear dessert bags. The sealing machine began to warm up. You shifted onto your toes and leaned closer to him.

　　“Sealing them is my part, so this year it is one plus one!”

　　“Mm-hm?”

　　“Because,” you pinched up a cookie that had just been shaped, “after being with you, there is one more step.”

　　The moment Elliot turned his head to look at you, you immediately brought the cookie to his lips and smiled with a little smug satisfaction. “That is, to feed it to you by hand. No need to worry about slipping in a note.”

　　He obediently opened his mouth and ate it. After chewing twice, he suddenly thought of something. “But if there is no blessing inside, then it is just a plain cookie, is it not?”

　　“It is enough to say it out loud,” you thought for a moment, amusement gathering in your eyes, then said slowly, “Let me think. Elliot, I hope that in this cold December, you can drink some mulled wine, and have a little cured meat to go with it.”

　　“If it is a wish, you are supposed to put it inside the cookie first, then leave it on the table. And that is not even a blessing. It is clearly an order for dinner.”

　　“I clearly told you this first thing this morning, Santa Claus?” you narrowed your eyes and pressed your lips into a line as you stared straight at him. “If you do not fulfill my wish, then jelly beans will grow inside that cookie.”

　　“I will do it, of course!” Elliot answered at once, helplessly indulgent. “I really wonder whether you secretly put jelly beans in there again. And besides, do we not make mulled wine every year? You should be wishing for something else.”

　　“We are going back to Mia’s place! We can talk slowly on the way!”

　　Fortunately, Elliot’s father had already prepared everything, placing the gifts under the Christmas tree. A pot of mulled wine was bubbling softly, and the fragrance of cinnamon, orange peel, and rosemary thread by thread wove itself into the air. You leaned over to look outside. Snow had somehow begun falling harder again. The streetlights by the road cast a ring of honey-colored glow, making the crystalline snow look like stars.

　　Just thinking that you would have to say “Merry Christmas” to everyone later made you feel both troubled and happy. Still, you had to be careful. You absolutely could not accidentally seal the cookies with hidden “surprises” inside the gift bags as well. That would make the neighborhood relations very bad…

▷This was a bit rushed—and didn't do a good job translating it either! Sorry :3，Because I didn't really proofread it much~So be on the lookout for any translation errors (！)

[miamorecadanza]

first post 🍓

[coolpantherauncia]

you smell of dead flowers. (elliot x reader)

CW: Mentions of blood and violence, killers being killers, hurt/comfort, fluff, stupid pet name, i cringed a bit at this so warning

Before we dive in: "giggles ok can i have a support!reader x (forsaken) elliot? mutual hurt/comfort + fluff where its like right after a really tough round so afterwards they just lowkey chillax and care for eachother….. oh also established relationship !11!!1!1!1! thxxx in advance ฅᨐฅ" was the request!! hc: okay you know that one elliot design where his hair is cheese or smth like that? yeah. yum 😋😋 it melts when he's nervous or flustered. that's my hc.

(also i'm just now realizing i didnt do the mutual comfort.. ughtyhtjh)

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Your first round as a survivor! How great. You had just arrived at this realm and you had already met your boyfriend that had died before you in a fire that was caused by some exploiter. It didn't really take long for some green car to run you over when you were least expecting it. But even crossing the street can go wrong. So now here you were. Honestly, you were a bit scared. The way the others described what could happen to you frightened you and you hadn't even experienced anything yet! But knowing you were now back with your boyfriend did soothe you a little. You just hoped he would be in the next round with you. 

And looks like luck was on your side today! Right after you had spawned near some ball pit, you saw the bright yellow hair. You swear you could spot it from a mile away! You smile, your feet already moving on their own to go greet your boyfriend. He turned when he heard your footsteps, an uneasy smile pulling at the corner of his lips. "Hey. Listen, we gotta be a bit quiet, okay? Can't let the killer find us before we even get to know what abilities you have." He reaches out and gently takes your hand, leading you towards the ball pit you had spawned near. You nod, letting him take you somewhere you could both hide until the killer found you. If it did.

He stopped and turned to you right after you had entered the ball pit, putting his hands on your shoulder before looking deep into your eyes. "Okay. So. You will kinda have to try to, uhm, do something, okay? Anything." He started, taking one hand off your shoulder to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly. "It was just kinda natural when it happened to me so I don't know how it will work for you. But let's try." Elliot tried to be positive, giving you another smile to which you responded by giving him one back. "Okay.." You whispered, closing your eyes tightly. All you wanted to do was make sure Elliot was safe. You don't think you would be able to see anything happen to him.

You just wanted to completely hide him from the killer.

You clenched your fists, thinking about it extra hard until your head ached. With a defeated sigh, you opened your eyes after nothing seemed to happen only for you to not to see your boyfriend in front of you, but you swear you could still feel his hand on your shoulder. With a gasp, your eyes widen and you turn you head quickly, searching for him. "Elli-!" You screamed for him before being cut off by something covering your mouth. "I'm here, I'm here!" You could feel your body relax slightly when you heard his voice but your brow raised, wondering where the hell it was coming from. "I think you turned me invisible for some seconds." Oh.

After a moment, Elliot started to appear in front of you again, wide eyes and a huge grin on his face. He took his hand away from your mouth, allowing you to speak without your voice being muffled again. "Darling, I think you might be a support. Like me!" He beamed, shaking you slightly with the hand he still had on your shoulder. "That's... good, right?" By his reaction to the new information, that would probably be right. Elliot thought about it for a moment and then nodded. "It has it's ups and downs."

You nod once before your mind started to wander, thinking about what else you would be able to do. You wanted it to be something super awesome and helpful. You wonder about it for some time, every possibility crossing your mind. You're quickly pulled out of your thoughts when Elliot gasps, making you regain focus on the round and look around for what made him react like that. There were... spikes on one side of the ball pit. What..? When you look at Elliot's face again, his expression was grim and he looked a bit panicked, body already turning to the other side of the ball pit before you could even realize what was happening. Relialization dawned upon you some moments after and panic started to crawl into your body too. Too suporters in a dangerous situation was not a good thing.

You whip your head towards the other side of the ball pit, legs already prepared to run. Then another figure stepped into view, the most noticeable features about them being the big, dark arm they carried. It looked more like a spike but it was connected to their body. Half of their body was pure black, actually. Even their face. And they carried a terrifying smile on their face. "Fuck." You hear Elliot say under his breath and you notice how his brows furrow and he moves to stand in front of you. The killer that you regonized as John Doe raises his blackened leg and stomps into the ground, making you flinch and step back. "We're stuck here." Elliot warns and in a second the bulky figure is coming towards you.

You swear it all happened so quickly. In a second you were just stiffly standing, frozen and not knowing what to do and in the other you were both being slashed by it's giant spike-like arm, a weird feeling spreading through you. And then Elliot was pushing you away, saying something you couldn't hear over the beating of your own heart in your ears. His name leaves you mouth again without you even thinking about it but you only see him throw.. a pizza at you? Before you can even register why he would throw that at you, another feeling envelops you. Warmth, almost like the sun hugging in a cold winter day. You felt a bit better for a moment.

You wanted to protect him too. Take his pain away like he did with you even if you didn't know how he did it. Adrenaline was pumping through your veins and tears were already starting to flow because of this whole situation but the pain that came after the warmth was worse. You didn't even know why the sudden pain hit you, but you could see the figure slashing Elliot across the chest again and... a weird green line connecting you to Elliot. He turns his head sharply to you when he realizes he felt no pain from the hit to see you hunching slightly instead. "No, no, no." His words were fast and stumbling over each other.

But before he could fully turn to run to you, John Doe had pierced his chest brutally, making him shriek and reach out to claw at the spike, trying to get it out. All he wanted was to make sure you were healed and safe, that you wouln't have to deal with the same thing he was dealing it, but he couldn't do anything but gasp and choke on his own saliva, feeling the taste of blood on his mouth. You stood frozen, nose burning and eyes full of tears as you watched your lover get pierced by this ruthless creature. Your knees felt weak and it didn't take long for them to give out, sending you down to the ground where all you could do was sniff and wail, ready to meet the same destiny.

You didn't even notice the spikes behind you disappear, giving you the chance to run. Not like you could do that anyway. Your body shakes as you mourn the lifeless body of Elliot being roughly and carelessly dropped onto the balls. You look up at the killer nearing you, clenching your fists at the sight of the one who had murdered the one person you knew and loved so easily. His smile didn't change a bit while he did all this, and you didn't expect it to change, he didn't even look fully able to know what he was doing. But maybe he did. He didn't wait a second before raising his arm, bringing it down to push it into your skull, impaling you in it like a chicken on a skewer. Your death was quick and everything faded to black.

You sit up with a gasp, eyes and nose burning from before but now even more tears flowed from your eyes. Your hands quickly came up to your face and head, checking if you weren't torn in two. You feel more hands on you some moments after, making you flinch violently, scrambling back and away from whoever was trying to touch you, only to realize it was Elliot. His face held a worried expression but one that also understood your reaction. He had probably been in the same place as you once. Sobbing, you crawl back towards him, basically throwing yourself at him and wrapping him in a crushing hug, fingers grasping his clothes and nails digging into his back.

"I'm here. We're fine now." Elliot whispered into your ear, just making you grasp onto him even tighter if that was even possible. "That was horrible! Why would we have to experience that." Bawling into his shoulder, you silently promise to always try to protect and heal him the best you could. "I know, babe. But at least we discovered your abilities, right..?" He tries, earning a glare from you as you lift your head up. He shrinks back a bit with a 'Sorry.', watching you take your hand from his back to wipe your eyes and nose, not caring about your sleeve becoming damp.

"Let's just go to my room, yeah? We can rest and unwind from this hellish round there." You nod slightly after he finishes speaking and as he starts getting up, you reach for his sleeve, tugging to catch his attention. "..Can you.. uhm.. carry me there? I don't think my legs want to collaborate with me yet." You ask, looking away from him before you feel a hand on your back and his arm slipping beneath you to hook under your knees. You know you did ask for it but it doesn't stop a gasp from escaping.

You're quickly taken up the stairs to his room, surprised by how easily he can just grab you. But you kinda understand it. He had to carry a good amount of things around and boxes of pizzas from place to place, so it makes sense. He does struggle a bit to open the door though as both of his hands are in use, so you reach out yourself and push the handle down, allowing him to lightly kick the door so it would open. "Thanks." He murmurs, giving you a small kiss on the forehead before dropping you onto his bed.

You're still sniffing while you make yourself comfortable on his bed, shaken from the memories of the round but trying to forget them the best you could. It's okay now. You're both safe and no one can get you. No one is coming to get you. Just you and your lover. You take deep breaths, closing your eyes for a moment while you feel the bed shift with Elliot kneeling on it, moving to lay himself next to you. He pulls you close, wrapping his arm around you, his hand resting on your back. The other hand pets your hair calmly. "It's okay now. I'm here to care for you." More kisses are laid across your face, on your cheeks, the tip of your nose and the corner of your mouth.

It does calm you again but the images of him being pierced in his chest flash again and make you flinch slightly to yourself. The movement causes him to hold you a bit more, his fingers now running through your hair and massaging your scalp. "What's going through that brain of yours? Tell me. I want to make it all better." His words are soft, warm. Just like that feeling when he threw the pizza at you. Just before.. No, no. You shake your head, trying to get rid of the thoughts that invaded your mind.

"It's just that.. the scene won't stop playing in my head. The way it happened so fast, the way I couldn't do anything to help you. To stop the killer from killing you." A sigh escapes you and you look up at his face, an expression of pure understanding and empathy meeting your worried and regretful one.

"Look, things like that happen to all of us. The first time that happened to me I froze too. There's nothing wrong with that. It's just good we're back at the cabin, safe."

You continue to look up, admiring how he could just see the positive parts of situations like this one. That's one thing you really admired about him.

You chuckle lowly, smiling and hugging him. You nuzzle into his chest, murmuring out little 'I love you's that he couldn't hear quite well.

He could still make out what you meant after, though. And the words made a smile of his own crawl onto his features. "I love you too, my little pizza slice." Elliot purrs, grinning down at you. The name made you tilt your head a bit up and snort.

"That's so corny." You giggle.

"You love when I'm corny." He responds quickly and wiggles his brows, causing more giggles to be pulled from you. The situation seemed to already be forgotten.

You both continued to snuggle in his bed, making jokes and lighting up the mood even after the round ended and the others appeared back at the cabin, wondering where both of you went before shrugging it off, leaving you two alone to do whatever you were both doing.