Plot: You help Eliot do some holiday baking, but you can't help but grow tired of Pumpkin Spice everything.
Pairing: Eliot Spencer x Gn!Reader (Y/n used once)
Warnings: None
Words: 738; I promise not everything is going to be a drabble! lol
A/N: I don't actually have anything against Pumpkin Spice (its not my fave flavor), but, it is ridiculous how much it takes over in the fall lol.
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The smell in the kitchen was an almost overwhelming aroma of pumpkin, cinnamon and nutmeg. The counter was littered with a variety of muffins, strudels, cookies, cupcakes, breads and cakes, all to be taken down to the bar to be sold.
When Eliot had asked you to help him, you were perfectly happy too, finding the domestic bliss of baking and cooking together to be a main comfort of yours. But now, as you took out another tray of pumpkin spiced desserts, you almost grimaced.
"Is there a reason everything you made is pumpkin spice? I haven't seen a single other flavor yet."
Eliot smiled and shook his head "Every person that's wanted to buy a dessert asks for Pumpkin Spice, so that's what they are getting."
"What about the other fall flavors?"
"Like?"
"Apple? Caramel? Cranberry? Pomegranate? Actual pumpkin. It's not just pumpkin spice season. I'm tired of pumpkin spice everywhere I turn. All I see is pumpkin spice this, pumpkin spice that. You know yesterday, I saw pumpkin spiced Spam. SPAM, Elliot."
Elliot chuckled to himself as you ranted, watching you with an amused and adoring smile.
"I'll be glad to never eat or see anything Pumpkin Spice ever again."
"Yeah well I'm with you on that, I'd be happy to never bake any again."
Hearing your name called by Sophie, you took off your apron "If Sophie offers me another Pumpkin Spice latte I might riot."
Eliot snickered as he handed you a tray of muffins for you to take with you.
Kissing you on the cheek he smiled "Deep breaths."
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Smiling to yourself as Hardison and Parker bickered about something, you saw Eliot come from the kitchen.
Seeing a tray of left-over desserts from earlier, you felt your stomach twist. Catching Elliot's eyes, he smiled knowingly at you as he set the mix of cupcakes, cookies and strudels down.
As Parker went in for the tray, Eliot quickly grabbed something from the tray, before she could grab it.
Grabbing a small plate, Eliot set the desert on it before setting it down in front of you. Your eyes landed on the strudel, and you could immediately tell it was not like the others.
Eliot sat in the chair beside you, his hand slipping around your waist. You turned the plate lightly as you looked over the strudel one more time. Looking over at him he smiled softly.
"Apple?" You asked, and he nodded.
You smiled as a warm feeling grew in your chest. Eliot pressed a quick kiss to your temple "Made just for you"
"Why does Y/n get an apple one?" Parker mumbled, mouth full of pastry.
"Because." Eliot answered simply.
Parker glared softly at him before snatching up another cookie and returning to her conversation with Hardison.
Turning over towards Eliot you spoke softly "But why do I?"
He smiled softly at you "Because I wanted you to have something to enjoy too."
You smiled and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "Did you really only make one though?" You asked with a sense of uncertainty, he never just made one small portion of anything.
He shook his head lightly as he leaned in, whispering "I hid the others so Parker wont find them."
You smiled in amusement as you glanced over at Parker, who had luckily not heard you.
"Good idea." You said softly with a short laugh.
Grabbing a knife, you cut the strudel in half. Handing him one half, he smiled as he took it. Gently tapping the strudel's with each other in cheers, you bit into the strudel. The warm apple and cinnamon flavor coated your mouth.
Leaning into his shoulder, he held you close, as you enjoyed your specially made dessert. Looking back over at the others, you listened to them discuss whether or not you should turn the pub into a haunted house for Halloween.
Eliot leaned in a bit as he whispered "We need to make more pumpkin spice desserts tomorrow."
"Nooo" You groaned as you laid your head against him, making him chuckle. You let out a soft sigh. "I'll help, but only if you make me something else non-pumpkin related."
"Cinnamon rolls?"
You frowned lightly and shook your head.
"Apple muffins?"
"Hmmm, no."
Eliot smiled, "Cobbler?"
You thought for a moment before you nodded, glancing over at him. "Yeah. Cobbler"
He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek "Alright, it's a deal."
xx End xx
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Parker looked over to Eliot, whose eyes remained on the the movie they were watching, and waited for him to finish.
“I've been feeling like I’m missing something for a while now. Tried to find it for the first time in a long time with Maria, but I got it wrong. I wanted what you and Hardison have but I can't because I'm not either of you. But I have what you and I have. What Hardison and I have. What the three of us have. When he left...”
“You felt like a piece was missing." said Parker, finishing the thought for Eliot when he couldn’t.
“Yeah. Cuz it was. I just didn't realize that was the problem.”
He sighed heavily and finally turned to look at her.
“I haven't felt like I'm missing anything in years. Because I forgot I already had everything I needed.” He chuckled then. “I even straight up told Nate that when he and Sophie retired.” He sighed again. “I fucked up.”
“Took you long enough. Popcorn?”
He laughed and reached into the offered bucket as Parker snuggled closer into his side. They had each other to lean on until the rest of their heart came home.
“I think my eyes are burning.” Hardison muttered as he flopped on to the couch, face first into the cushions.
“Whose idea was it to stay up all night?” Eliot asked as he cooked breakfast for the three of them.
“It was for a gaming tournament and I won.” Hardison’s voice was muffled. He let out an undignified yelp as Parker kneeled on his back, leaning over the back of the couch to watch Eliot. “What are you making?”
“Vegetable hash. Want to start the coffee?”
She nodded and leaped over the couch, letting Hardison breathe a sigh of relief.
I just really like the idea of the three of them being in love and being so ridiculous because why not (Also picking on Hardison XD)? I know. I’m sappy AF. No, I don’t regret anything. I’m a sappy person, especially when it comes to my ships lol. This is for Day 25 (The Word of the Day is Flop (I used flopped)) from this great challenge list here! Thanks!
Nate was on his third (wait, was it his fourth? fifth? if anybody asked, he was going with third) drink. He wasn’t even sorry. Usually, he’d watch himself at an event like this, not wanting to ruin it for the two happy lovebirds, but in this case he would be entirely fine with ruining things for the two (obnoxiously) happy lovebirds. He downed the rest of his drink with his usual damned finality.
It was much later, when almost the entire wedding party and its guests had migrated cheerily to the dance floor, leaving Nate to pout surrounded by the elderly and his own empty drinking glasses, that the stunning, swaying girl in the pretty purple dress approached him. She wasn’t smiling either. She took a long sip of her drink.
“Not a fan of weddings either, I gather?” She asked him, eyes on the dance floor, shoulders bumping.
Nate grunted, “Not exactly the greatest reminder in the world, no.”
She just hummed back, whether discontented or in agreement he couldn’t quite tell. Nate could usually tell. This odd woman with the purple dress and the glorious mascara cupping her cheeks was an enigma to Nate’s Wonder Mind.
“Do you have a name then?”
“Yes,” She said, but that was all she said. Nate got the message.
The next day, as he nursed a miserable hangover in his hotel room in a state far away from home (and its tortures of a son beneath fresh dirt and a horrifying headstone and a wife who had no idea why), he learned her real identity, the name she was hiding between the threads of purple silk. He read it in the newspaper: FAMOUS ART THIEF SOPHIE DEVEREAUX STRIKES AGAIN- AT A WEDDING!
He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t wonder if he could have stopped her or turned her in or anything in between. She had been just as miserable as him at that wedding. Maybe stealing art was her licquor. Nate would have to keep that name in mind, he thought, chuckling as he pressed a pillow over his headache: Sophie Devereaux.
"Hey, babe! You here?” Hardison hollered, pushing into the brewpub. He turned a corner. Nothing. No blonde at the bar. None at a table. He continued on into the back room, “Babe, you in here? I got you something.”
When Hardison spun around, sure enough, Parker was there, smiling giddily, “You got me a present? What is it?”
Her smile was contagious and Hardison couldn’t help but do the same, “Remember that chocolate that we got in Boston that you loved?”
Parker nodded her head, bouncing lightly on her heels.
Hardison pulled a box out from behind his back, pink and green and the word ‘CHOCOLATE’ scribbled across it in big brown letters. Parker gasped loudly, leaping towards Hardison, fingers grasping excitedly around the box. She ripped the packaging off the bag and stuffed multiple pieces into her mouth at once, moaning at the sweet taste that she had missed since moving away from Boston.
Parker looked up to Hardison, her eyes fluttery with joy, “Can I kiss you now?”
Hardison pretended he hadn’t expected the response, but he wasn’t a fool. He knew she would get this excited over chocolate covered pretzels.
Your head turned at the sound of it opening, and your body filled with worry and concern when Eliot hobbled in, obviously injured, as Parker helped in in.
"Eliot?" You asked worry obvious in your tone as you ran over to him.
"I'm alright, I'm good." He smiled at you, not wanting to worry anymore than you were already.
"You're obviously not good." You looked at Parker and she frowned and nodded.
You brushed his hair from his face, to see the darkened bruise under his eye better. "Do you need anything?" You asked.
He nodded his head towards the bar "I need some help to the bar."
You and Parker said "Oh" in unison as you linked your arm across his back, as he wrapped his own around you.
Walking him to the bar, he sat down with a groan, and you immedietely ran around the bar. Wrapping some ice in a rag, you handed it to him, and he took it gratefully, placing it under his eye with a small grimace.
"So, are you gonna tell me what happened?"
He smiled lightly at you, "Only if you don't get angry."
You gave him a pointed look, but it did not last, as it was replaced by a soft smile. "I promise I wont get angry...maybe just annoyed."
He scoffed lightly before he began to tell you what happened, aware you were holding your comments back for his sake.
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Sorry, this sucked, I wasn't quite sure what to do with it lol.
“I did it! That means I graduate from your cooking course, right?”
“You made amazing French toast but I have other recipes to teach you.”
Parker’s eyes widened. “More? I thought this was it!”
“You wanted to learn to cook! You thought I was just going to teach you one thing?”
“Well, yeah, sort of.”
“Cooking isn’t that simple. But you don’t have to learn if you really don’t want to.”
“I didn’t say that. Besides, it’s better than trying to learn Hardison’s geeky stuff.”
Hardison, who was about to eat a forkful of French toast, cried out indignantly. “Hey!”
Oh man writing them just reminded me that I still need to watch Leverage Redemption, I really do. So if anything happened in that with these three, I know nothing about it yet! LOL. This is for Day 6 (The Word of the Day is Graduation (I used Graduate)) from this lovely challenge list here! One more day to go for now. Thank you!
“Parker, no.”
“Parker, yes.”
“We are not putting out candy bowls in the brewpub.”
“It’s the month of love, Eliot. People like candy.”
“You like candy.”
“That too. It’ll be a sweet treat for the customers!”
“Hardison.” Eliot turned to look at Hardison for support.
“Yeah, no thanks. I’m not getting involved. I’m not an idiot.”
“Chicken.” Parker muttered before crossing her arms over her chest.
Eliot sighed. “We can do chocolates, but only if you get up with me in the mornings to make them daily.”
Parker grinned. “Yes!”
“Pushover.” Hardison mumbled then ran for it when Eliot growled.
Hahahahaha...Ha...I like candy. (Challenge list is here if you want to see it. I keep laughing because I think I’m so funny when I’m really not lol)
