#Elias x Reader

[lil-binuu]

yall have i gotten worse at writing?…

i genuinely wanna know because i just reread my first ever fanfic and there was literal PARAGRAPHS of description and emotion, whereas now it’s primarily dialogue and action…

honestly i would think it’s nicer and more fun to read something with more action than paragraphs which might be waffly, boring or take away from the actual plot?

but seriously let me know what y’all think but whatever is more enjoyable i’m fine with writing!! <333

[themoonalienhere2000]

This is how I imagine Elias to look like. It kinda saddens me that there are not a lot of works with him so I did what I could to contribute

The fics from @zjwidkwkx and @literary-motif (I hope they don’t mind me tagging them) got me out of artblock, so check them out, they are wonderful.

[literary-motif]

Dear Mom

Elias x Reader

Elias stands on the roof, peeking through his trusted telescope lens. August is his favorite month. The constellation most important to him hangs high in the sky, and as he lets his gaze linger on the eight stars making up Sagittarius, he cannot keep the memories of his mother from overwhelming him.

He misses her — so much.

He wishes you could have met her. He wishes she could have had the chance to meet you, the person dearest to his heart.

At least with her constellation above him, he can pretend she is watching over him, observing you from afar.

[chol1na]

if you decide not to do anything because you're scared, then things will stay this way forever.

wip:

✮ pickle vs nihongo. (isaac)

✮ sakuverse character’s handwriting.

✮ my little leech (xanthus/lawrence)

✮ relativity (elias)

© chol1na

[wrestlersownmyheart]

Pairing: Elias X Female Reader

Summary: You surprise Elias with a trip to Bethany Beyond the Jordan, where you help him to realize a long time dream of being baptized in the River Jordan. The only thing that makes it even more special for him, is that you are baptized with him.

Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination.

Content/Trigger Warnings: None. Just pure fluff.

Note: I am of course unsure of the exact details of Elias’ trip to get baptized in the River Jordan, so this will absolutely be completely made up. Bear with me. Hope this is enjoyed! 🙂 I also don’t know what the person is called that performs the baptisms, so I’m going to call them a baptist–similar to John the Baptist.

Also, this story may be on the short side since I’m just now trying to get back into the groove of writing.

Beyond the Jordan

The alarm woke you and your husband, Elias Samson, that morning and you smiled, thinking of the gift you had to cheer him up with since being laid off from the WWE. You turned over in the bed and kissed him softly, giggling as his beard tickled at your chin. "G'morning handsome."

"Morning," he replied in a sleep-roughened voice as he returned your kiss.

You could see a cloud in his eyes as he pulled back and turned onto his back in the bed, his arms up and his hands laced behind his head. He was obviously deep in thought.

"I have a surprise for you," you whispered with an encouraging smile, giving his beard a playful tug.

"Oh, do you now," Elias chuckled, and yanked you across his broad chest. "What is it?"

Squealing in delight, you briefly pulled yourself free of his embrace and reached for your night table, opening the drawer. Quickly you pulled out the two plane tickets to Amman Jordan, and handed them to him, grinning like the cat that ate the canary.

Confused, Elias took the plane tickets. "A trip?" His eyes scanned over the flight details and you knew the instant he saw the destination.

His brown eyes met your gaze and the corner of his mouth quirked upward. "Really?"

His expression was so hopeful and happy, tears of joy burned your eyes as you nodded. "Do you like it?" So excited were you that you didn't give him a chance to respond right away. "We fly to Amman, and then from there we'll take a taxi to Bethany Beyond the Jordan and after a short walk, we'll get baptized together in the Jordan!"

"I…." he puffed out a shaky breath and rubbed his hand down his face. "I love it. It's the most beautiful gift anyone has ever given me."

"Well, let's get to packin' big guy," you giggled, "We leave tomorrow!"

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You clutched nervously at the armrest of your seat as the plane took off at lightning speed. You were shaking, you were so scared, but this trip had to happen. It was so important to Elias.

In the next instant, his large hand was covering yours. "Easy there, sweetheart." He pried your hand from the armrest and laced his fingers with yours. "I forgot how scared of flying you are. Are you okay?"

You nodded, and blew out a soft, shaky breath. "Y-yes." You shook your head slightly, clearing your thoughts and your fear from your mind. "Yes, I'm fine. Don't worry." You inwardly chastised yourself for showing fear. You wanted this trip to be perfect and so far, you were in danger of ruining it.

"Don't worry, Y/N," Elias said softly, stroking his thumb over the back of your hand. "We prayed after we got our seats. The Lord is not going to let anything happen. We're perfectly safe."

You nodded, and took another deep breath, squeezing his hand in yours. His words washed over you and the truth in them instantly calmed you. "I know. And thank you. I'm always the most nervous when the plane first takes off. I'm fine now."

He raised your joined hands to his mouth and placed soft, feathery kisses over each of your knuckles. "Thank you. Really. I've always wanted to do this."

You smiled softly, "You're welcome. I was hoping this would cheer you up."

"It has," he answered you. "I feel so much better about everything now."

"I'm glad."

A stewardess approached you then and offered drinks along with your breakfast. You both requested just orange juice instead of mimosas, since neither of you drank alcohol.

Once the stewardess left the two of you alone, you both began to eat your breakfast, and tried to relax through the long flight.

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"Look! We're here!"

You pointed to the river as you zipped up the remaining bit of zipper on your white baptismal robe, and Elias smiled. "Yes, we are."

Giggling, you took off at a jog and headed closer to the river. "Just think about it! We are going to be baptized where Jesus was!"

Elias chuckled and followed behind you, savoring the moments you were both experiencing.

Finally reaching the bridge-like structure that led you down into the Jordan River, you both climbed onto it and made your slow descent into the river, seeing as there were several people ahead of you in line to be baptized. You stood behind Elias so he could go first. After all, you'd planned this trip for him.

You watched as the baptist spoke briefly over each person, and then lowered them into the waters; and quickly assisting them back to their feet. Then the next person came forth and the process was repeated.

About an hour passed before Elias' turn came. He stepped forward and headed for the baptist as you watched proudly.

"Hello. What is your name?" Elias was greeted by the baptist and shook hands with him.

"My name is Elias. Elias Samson."

"Alright, Elias are you ready?"

At his nod, the baptist spoke softly, "Today we acknowledge your old self is buried with Christ and you have been raised to new life in Jesus! Therefore, Elias, I now baptize you in the name of the Father, the Son, and of the Holy Spirit!"

You watched as Elias was assisted down into the water. You almost chuckled at the sight of your large husband being helped down into the water. He didn't need help truthfully. But you caught yourself and your slightly unsanctimonious–though unintentional–reaction, and remained silent.

In the next instant, Elias was rising back to his feet and he had the biggest, happiest smile on his handsome face. Tears burned at your eyes as you saw his joy. He–albeit awkwardly since he was in water–headed toward the showers and changing rooms but stopped and turned back around so he could watch you be baptized next.

You stepped forward and headed down the bridgelike structure, holding the railing as you went. A moment later, you'd approached the baptist and shook his hand in greeting.

"And what is your name," the baptist asked.

"I'm Y/N."

The baptist spoke the small prayer over you and in the next instant you were being tilted back into the water. And as the water engulfed you, you thought how amazing it was that you were in the same place Jesus had been. Doing exactly as he'd done–obeying the Father, showing your love for the Father.

And then you were lifted up, water spilling from your hair and body.

Smiling, you shook the baptist's hand again and thanked him. Then you were heading for Elias who was waiting on you and smiling from ear to ear. Once you reached him he pulled you into a big hug and kissed the top of your head. "This was amazing, babe. It was great getting baptized but watching you get baptized was just as special. I'm so lucky to have a God-fearing wife that loves the Lord the same as I do.

"Likewise," you told him, reaching up and kissing his cheek. "I love you."

"I love you," he replied. "Now, let's go get showered and changed and head over to the Sea of Galilee!"

"Yes! But first we need to put in an order for a DVD of our baptisms," you reminded him. "We definitely want to remember this forever."

"Yes, we do."

"I know something else we'll want to remember, too." you added, a sly smile crossing your face. "I have something else to surprise you with."

"Oh really," Elias chuckled, and pulled you closer. "What's this surprise?"

You hiccuped on a sob of happiness and looked into his eyes. "We're going to have a baby."

"Are you….?" He swallowed hard and fought back tears of joy. "Are you for real?"

You nodded and smiled through your own tears. "We're having a baby," you repeated. "We're starting our family!"

He pulled you up against him and planted a soft kiss to your mouth. "Thank you for everything. This was the perfect place to come to and to find out our family is growing…"

You flushed and smiled at his speechlessness. "I'm so glad you're happy."

"Happy doesn't cover it, sweetheart," Elias said, putting his arm around your shoulders and leading you to the showers and changing rooms. "Now, what do you say we go see the Sea of Galilee and take the baby on his or her first boat ride?"

You nodded excitedly. "Yes, let's."

Minutes later, you were headed to do just that.

THE END

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[meo-eiru]

Desperate solutions

[sweetteainthesummerx]

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nhl masterlist !

pairing: quinn hughes x famous singer! reader

warnings: fluff, smut is implied but not graphic!! use of y/n.

summary: your sister sends you an article of you and quinn being absolutely down bad for each other...

word count: 2.4 k

notes: saw one too many edits of my handsome boy on TikTok and this is the consequence :) also, this is sort of based off of taylor swift and travis kelce. enjoy!

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you're finishing up in the studio, just done tweaking one of your last songs on your new album when your phone dings! with a notification.

it's your sister, who sends a trail of emojis that don't really make sense and a link.

you press on it, confused and assuming it's something she wants for her birthday that's coming up soon.

instead it's an article that reads, TOP TEN FAN FAVOURITE MOMENTS OF NHL AND THE MUSIC INDUSTRY'S ROYAL COUPLE.

you laugh, because the cover photo is one of you and quinn from last year when you took him as your plus one to the grammy's. you have to admit, you both look really good, and so, so in love.

so you nestle into your chair to read it.

TOP TEN FAN FAVOURITE MOMENTS OF NHL AND THE MUSIC INDUSTRY'S ROYAL COUPLE

one of Hollywood's up and comings, y/n l/n and quinn hughes of canucks and nhl fame have been dating for over three years, and have been public for two. we have complied a list of fan favourite moments of the couple over the span of their relationship that show their deep (and public) affection and love for each other

10. 2023 Grammy's Award Ceremony

picture: you are wearing a light blue floor length gown, hair loose and curled. your makeup is simple and glowy. quinn stands next to you, in a clean, slate grey suit with a hand wrapped around your hip, fingers nestled in the dip of your hipbone.

the award ceremony for the grammy's - where y/n won best album for the second year in a row - was when the famous couple first went public officially, not counting the many paparazzi pictures taken in both vancouver and Los Angeles.

sources show that the two could hardly keep their hands off of each other. they were seen kissing multiple times through out the night.

it was true, quinn had been extra handsy that night, and had all but ripped that dress off of you when you got back to the hotel. you sigh at the memory, stomach warm and a little achy. you can't wait for him to come back from the roadie he left for only two days ago.

9. y/n's tiktoks

despite their massive success in their respective industries, it is easy to forget that they are also part of gen z. y/n's TikTok page features fashion, her music and most popular of all, her boyfriend. here are only some of her most viewed and liked videos:

video one: you smile into the camera, fluffing your hair in a close shot. the subtitles read: fit check with my bf! quinn pulls you against him by your waist, kissing your face over and over as you laugh, pushing at his chest. over the song, you tell him to let go so you can show your outfits. he lets go reluctantly but holds your hand, spinning you around to show off your sundress. then he grabs you and dips you low, hands dangerously close to your ass, as you giggle into his cheek.

video two: the video is taken by one of your friends who took your phone. she's on the couch and you and quinn are in the kitchen cooking for the small get together in your vancouver apartment. you lean up to smile at him, and he bumps his nose with yours. some trending love song plays in the back.

you flush at the comments gushing about how he looks at you, the height difference and how cute you guys are. there's something so sweet at seeing the two of you from an outsiders perspective.

8. quinn knowing y/n's entire discography

during media days, one interview has elias petterson and quinn hughes guessing songs and the artists. the journalist managed to sneak at least four of y/n's songs in, quinn getting all four correct, with the full name of the song, name of artist and then album, all under 10 seconds of the song playing. now that's a supportive boyfriend!

you watch the video linked, your boyfriend sweaty and hair wet. the media person is impressed, and quinn just shrugs bashfully and offers a crooked smile. you look at the time stamp and bite a grin: it's from before you guys went public. no wonder all of your fans say you guys were obvious.

7. quinn hughes: nhl player and personal bodyguard

fame in hollywood forces many in the industry to have body guards, and y/n is not exempt. for many years before she started dating the canuck's defensemen, she's had many bodyguards following her around. now, it seems like her boyfriend has taken over that job.

video: your body guard, john moves to open the limo door as you and quinn arrive to an event, but your boyfriend crosses from his side of the car to open it himself, patting john on the shoulder and gently pushing him from the entrance and helping you out himself. he helps you balance on your heels as you stand and wave at the cameras, one hand on your waist as he maneuvers you to the other side of the sidewalk so he can block you from the cars. he keeps your hand cradled in his, his other arm around your waist as he shoulders through the paparazzi.

quinn looks so attractive and so masculine in this video. you've never had boyfriends who took princess treatment so seriously, but quinn has always been a defender, on ice and off. it was a little awkward and it took a long a while for him to get you, but ever since he had you, he's made sure he tried his very best to keep and protect you.

6. getaway in hawaii

although the couple hasn't had any announcement of engagement yet, early last year they were sighted in hawaii on a trip eerily like a honeymoon: here are some pictures.

picture one: you're in a tiny pink bikini and he's in board shorts. he's taken off his hat to give to you, and you're pressing on a pair of your too-small sunglasses onto his face while both of you laugh.

picture two: the two of you are standing in the water up to your calves. he's got his fingers tangled in the strings of your bikini bottoms, and yours are on his chest as the two of you look into the horizon.

picture three: quinn has you balanced on his shoulder, smiling as you clutch at his back. one of his forearms is possessively covering your ass from the camera, and his other hand is wrapped fully around your ankle to give you a semblance of balance.

you still smile every time you think of that trip, afternoons playing in the water, romantic dinners and nights with his head between your legs, your fingers tangled in his hair. you silently remind yourself to book a vacation back there the next time both of you are free.

5. the NHL award ceremony

the recent NHL award ceremony when quinn hughes received the James Norris award for his skills as a defenceman gave us another peek into y/n's relationship with hughes family.

video one: you're sitting between quinn and luke in your pretty dark blue gown. your hair is pulled back from your face the way quinn likes. he's got an arm thrown over the back of the seat, fingers rubbing your shoulder as you talk to Luke about his hair routine. quinn murmurs something the camera can't catch into your ear and you laugh, tucking your hand into the his that's resting on his lap. he leans back, stretching his legs as you absentmindedly rub his knee, leaning over his brothers to talk to his mom.

video two: his name is called, and you stand with him, clapping loudly. he hugs you first, and you press a kiss into the corner of his lip, but he plants a firm, real one on yours. your manicured, white nails contrast against the black expanse of his suit and broad back. you push him gently towards luke. when he's finished hugging everyone and comes back down the aisle, you quickly fix his tie and smooth down his lapels. he kisses your cheek again and goes down to the stage.

photo three: the trophy is in the middle, the whole family wrapped together. you're tucked between ellen, the older woman has an arm around your waist and your boyfriend's got is arm slung across you shoulders on you other side, everyone smiling big for the camera.

you still remember ellen and jim insisting that you get in the photo, because "you're practically family anyways," and "it's any day now" that their son proposes to you. the photo is on their fridge, to this day.

4. quinn's y/n shirt

another video from y/n's tiktok. during the christmas season, she spent the holidays with the hughes family. her future brother in law (hopefully), jack hughes got quinn a pretty special present.

video: jack is holding the camera, and it pans to you and quinn. your holding a giant sushi stuffed toy (long story) from luke on your lap as you sit next to your boyfriend.

"here," he extends a hand holding a bag to his older brother.

Quinn smiles in thanks and digs into it, retrieving shirt. but it's no ordinary shirt. it's one of those old, retro looking ones with your face blown out all over it.

pictures from red carpets, your album covers, and in gaudy, shadowy text, it reads: IF LOST, RETURN TO Y/N L/N.

Luke cackles as you bury your face in quinn's shoulder. he's letting out a deep, belly laugh as his parents smile and take pictures of it when he holds it out.

he immediately pulls off his sweatshirt and tugs the shirt on. it fits a little tight.

"merry christmas!" jack yells as he gives you a high-five.

he still wears that stupid shirt around the apartment, just because he knows you like the fit and your face plastered all over his chest.

3. y/n's songs about her boyfriend

through many new releases, we have determined a list of songs about quinn from her new album, lover.

sweet nothing

paper rings

lover

daylight

I think he knows

afterglow

good looking

wow, you think. these people must not have lives if they're rummaging through your digital footprint and media presence with your boyfriend just to link them with your songs.

2. quinn's interview

since the couple has gone public, y/n has been seen at Canuck's games with family and friends. since she's from vancouver, born and raised, she is passionate about hockey and fits right in.

video one: the jumbotron flashes your face an name; you're wearing quinn's canucks jersey, hair loose. you smile and flutter your fingers at the crowd that's going crazy. one the ice, quinn's teammates jostle and holler at him, and you blow him a kiss. he pretends to catch it, and the screaming in the stadium reaches a new level as the screen pans to him: he's pink and all smiley.

video two: the ref makes a call and you stand, throwing your hands up in the air, exasperated. you huff, sitting back down with your head in your hands. your friends watch on with disappointment, and the three of you let out complains.

video three: quinn grins while looking off camera in the middle of an interview, and the journalist laughs.

"your girl?" he asks, and quinn nods shyly.

"yeah, it's real nice to see her here supporting. I mean, she's really busy too with her tours, but it's nice to have her on my turf."

"I saw! she got really riled up for the penalty during the second period. she's wearing your jersey as well."

"yeah," he scratches his neck, scrunching his nose to hide the big ass smile on his face, "she looks great, eh?"

"glad to see her in her hometown, too."

"right. yeah, I love her so much."

you snicker at how love sick he looks, because early on in the relationship he followed you around like a clingy, lost puppy. he still does sometimes after a roadie or one of your tours. you love it.

1. karma is the guy on the rink, coming straight home to me

the internet broke when y/n changed one of the songs on her song list for her tour last year at rogers arena in vancouver: instead of "karma is the guy on the screen, coming straight home to me", which is a reference to her ex, she changes it to better fix her new romance.

video: you dance through the song, your backup dancers clueless as you reach the line.

"karma is the guy on the rink, comin' straight home to me!" your voice breaks a little in a giggle at the end, your dancers shocked laughter and gasps visible from their faces that even an iPhone camera from 25 meters away can catch.

video two: quinn's in the tent with your parents and some of his teammates and their girlfriends, all of them are vibing to the music and dancing, most holding drinks in their hands.

when the line hits the speakers, everyone is screaming so loud and filming him, and he blushes so red that it spreads to his ears and neck, even in the dim light. his boys are slapping his back, and your dad gives him a high-five. he just smiles at you, dopey and deliriously happy in his shirt of your face and the 20 friendship bracelets your fans had made for him.

you remember that show perfectly, and the night after even better. you barely got any sleep because of his attentions, and your makeup artists spent nearly half an hour covering up the bruises on your neck and chest the next morning.

all in all, we can come to the conclusion that quinn hughes and y/n l/n are completely down bad for each other, like she teased in the song list of her unreleased album. we only hope for good things in the future for this famous couple!

you smile at the closing statement, sending it to quinn to read later in his hotel room.

he facetimes you that night, hair wet and eyes sleepy.

"that article was absolutely right. I am so down bad for you." he tells you seriously, with the promise of lots of love when he comes straight home to you.

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[devildomartist]

Pretty man has been living in my head rent free. Pretty man has moved in and have no plans of leaving 😔I love that he has the personality equivalent to watching paint dry lmfao.

Elias belongs to @meo-eiru ! :D

Fully colored of the one I sent in the asks ^^

Their characters have taken my only brain cell and are now passing it around like a beach ball 😔

[lil-binuu]

˖⁺‧₊Not your boyfriend

Your relationship with Elias

1090 words

if you look to your left, you can thank @claiestve for planting this wonderful idea in my thought grinder <3

if you look to your right, you can also thank @xzhdjsj because this is revenge. you wanted this bbg. enjoy ;)

warning: reader is a tad toxic

“I don’t even know why it matters to you. It’s not like you care.”

“What do you mean? Of course I care!” Elias exclaimed, hurrying behind you as you entered the apartment.

“He’s just a friend. I was just being nice. I don’t see why you have to get so possessive.” You argued back.

He really was just a friend. Sure, you got close to him quickly, but that was harmless. Elias knew you didn’t look at anyone else like that anyway.

“It doesn’t matter, most men don’t think like that. He’s not your friend- he’s waiting to make a move on you.”

“Why do you care? You’re not my boyfriend.”

Elias stopped. Eyebrows furrowed, lips parted, completely taken aback.

“What?”

“You’re not my boyfriend.” You repeated.

You were sick of Elias avoiding commitment with you. He couldn’t tell you who you should and shouldn’t be close to when he wasn’t even stepping over that line with you in the first place.

“That doesn’t-”

“Whatever, Elias.”

“S-so I just mean nothing to you? Everything we’ve been through together, everything we’ve done, it just means nothing?”

“No that’s not- you’re not even listening!”

“Then talk to me!”

You two stood there, staring back at one another. Chests rising and falling quickly, faces tense.

This was a topic you had avoided. And honestly, you were trying to get close to another man on purpose. The purpose? So Elias would finally stop messing around with you. If getting him jealous meant he would want to be exclusive with you, then you were willing to make that happen.

You opened your mouth before closing it and sighing.

“What are we, Elias? We’re always going on dates, but you’re not my boyfriend, but you say you like me, but we’ve never even had a conversation about commitment. I feel like we’re just messing around and you’re not actually serious.”

His gaze softened.

“I am serious about you.” Elias stepped closer to you, eyes locking with yours.

“And I do like you. A lot.” His face was now only inches from yours.

“And I want to be committed to you.” He lifted a finger to hook under your chin, his lips ghosting yours.

“Then commit.” You whispered.

His lips came down onto yours. It was gentle, but you could feel the desire in that kiss. Slowly your lips became more tangled with his, causing a slow blush to rise to your cheeks. As if you already weren’t close enough, Elias pushed against your body, almost trying to get under your skin.

Elias drifted to your neck, leaving wet kisses that burned your skin under his hot breath.

Murmuring, “I’m sorry for not taking this step with you sooner,” while he decorated your body in purple spots.

You let a sigh leave your lips as Elias travelled further down to your collar bone, pulling down the top of your shirt to reveal more skin.

“Elias..”

He hummed into your skin, not moving from where he was kissing your chest.

The guilt filled you. It was too much. You couldn’t let him continue without knowing the truth.

“Elias.” You said louder, getting his attention with the desperation in your voice.

He looked up at you.

“I was doing it on purpose.”

He stood up straight, confused.

“I was getting close to him on purpose. And you weren’t being possessive. I-” You trailed off, realising how shitting your actions were.

“I.. I just wanted your attention. I thought you would want to be in a relationship with me more if you saw me with somebody else.”

Elias was still. Silent.

After taking a breath, he opened his mouth.

“Why would you do that to me? I thought I was being controlling. Why didn’t you just talk to me? Why would you flirt with someone else.. Why..?”

His words died in his mouth.

You could see how hard it hit him. You were stupid to believe he was just messing around with you, it was obvious he cared. And you disregarded it. Why? Wasn’t it good enough for you?

The silence was difficult to break.

“..I guess I was scared that you didn’t want a relationship with me.. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”

Elias nodded, but his expression had changed.

“Does that.. change your mind about me? Ugh I feel so guilty.” You threw your hands over your face.

He pulled your hands down from your face gently.

“I want you to be mine, not because I don’t want others to have you, but because I like you. And..” He sighed ”..I wanted us to take our time. B-but taking our time doesn’t mean I want you to get close to other men.”

Shit. What is wrong with you?

You couldn’t speak. Your throat was clogged with emotion.

“To tell you the truth,” Elias continued, “I was scared too. I was scared that I was falling too quickly for you, so I held my feelings back. Maybe I should’ve just been honest, but I didn’t want to pressure you.”

He took a breath, rubbing the nape of his neck.

“I’ve been cautious about getting involved with people since I got cheated on. I know it was ages ago, and she was shitty, but..”

Oh. You fucked up.

“..I don’t want to go through that again. I don’t want to let myself fall for someone who isn’t loyal. So when I began to catch feelings really quickly, I didn’t want to make the mistake of loving someone who would hurt me.”

You blinked through tears. “I’m so sorry.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. How could Elias even look at you the same, let alone want to be in a relationship with you.

“Do you think.. you could forgive me? It was really stupid of me, I’m so sorry.”

You reached out for his hand. He didn’t react.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you. I promise.”

“Yeah, well seeing the person I love flirting with someone else hurts.”

There was nothing else you could say or do. You fucked up. This was your fault. You hurt him.

“I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

Elias had to bite back through emotion. Eyes stinging, threatening to spill tears.

“You did it on purpose.”

“I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Me neither.”

You looked up at him, slightly confused.

Before you could say anything, he turned around towards the door.

“Where are you going?” You asked, concerned.

“Why do you care? I’m not your boyfriend.”

He turned and left.

y’all want a part 2? 💋

edit: i love y’all this is the most notes i’ve ever gotten 🥹 i js wanna give every single one of you a big smooch

[themoonalienhere2000]

Made a little sketch

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I’m not sure if you take requests but i wanted to know if you could make an NSFW for Elias ? if you don’t take requests then it’s fine and I hope you have a good day ❕ :))

I do take requests!! (And am always happy to write them). I hope you enjoy, anon.

Starshine (NSFW)

Elias x Reader

“That’s not how you make a coffee, come on,” you hissed under your breath, looking at the TV screen in distaste. Elias chuckled next to you, amused by your commentary throughout the horrendous movie you were watching together.

He had given up on looking at the badly playing actors, cheap props, and abysmal camera movement a while ago, instead keeping his eyes fixed on you and the adorable expressions you made as you looked at the garbage playing before you.

“There was no research done for this whatsoever. Who looked at this and approved this absolute bullshit?”

Your curse tore an honest laugh from Elias’ chest, unused to you being so upset over something so insignificant. “Are you wounded in the pride of your profession, barista?” he teased, leaning closer to you to nudge your shoulder with his. 

The teasing smile flickered on his lips for a moment when he caught a whiff of your scent. His eyes fluttered shut and he inhaled deeply, not quite able to tell what you smelled like. It was so indescribably you that he wanted to bury his face in your hair, encircle you in his arms, and never leave your side again. 

“Elias?” your confused voice made his eyes snap open again, a deep blush rising to his cheeks as he saw you looking at him with furrowed brows. How long had he stayed like that?

He cleared his throat hastily, turning his gaze towards the TV and pointedly not looking at you. “You smell nice,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair and clearing his throat again. “Sorry, I just— you smell really nice.”

You looked at him for a moment longer, trying to discern if he was teasing you, but seeing his cheeks bright red and his hands wringing nervously in his lap had you convinced Elias was genuine. The thought made your lips curl upward in a smile before it morphed into a smirk, remembering that the surveillance cameras had been uninstalled just last week to give the two of you a bit more privacy as you enjoyed each other's company at the safehouse.

“You smell nice, too,” you whispered, leaning into Elias’ side and resting your head on his shoulder, tickling the shell of his ear with your warm breath. One of your hands began treading through his hair, while the other traced his jawline, your fingers expertly taking hold of his chin and tilting his head towards you. “You taste nice, as well,” you added a moment before connecting your lips with his. 

Elias melted into the kiss immediately, his hands sneaking around your waist and upper body to pull you closer to him. Nothing could compare to cradling you in his arms, feeling you close. It made him feel warm in ways he could never explain. Having you move against him, your soft lips connecting with his in a touch that was so trusted and intimate— it made him feel loved in a way he hadn’t felt for years. Cherished. Appreciated. Seen completely.

The soft sigh escaping you as his tongue explored your mouth made his blush deepen, and Elias shifted in his seat, squirming under the touch of your hand trailing up and down his chest. You sounded far too good, you felt far too good.

He was just about to break the kiss, clear his throat sheepishly to fight the arousal pooling in his stomach and ask you if the two of you should stop, when you broke the kiss yourself, looking at him for a long moment. Your eyes were fixing him intensely, and he could see how dilated your pupils were, making him wonder if he looked the same to you. 

With a movement so smooth Elias could not help but gape, you settled yourself on his lap, tracing your hands across his chest. “Tell me to stop and I will,” you said, still looking him in the eyes as you began moving your hips, grinding into his stiffening cock. 

“Don’t you dare,” he breathed, groaning as you rubbed against him. His head fell against the back of the couch in pleasure as you hiked up his shirt, tracing your fingers over the soft skin of his stomach. Elias had his hands on your waist, steadying you as you rocked your hips against him. “Wait—” he groaned, his cock painfully hard now and straining against his jeans, “We should— I mean, do you want to—?”

“Do I want to what, pretty boy?” you purred in his ear, suddenly feeling brave and wanting Elias’ face to turn bright red again. It did, the pet name wringing a choked-off moan from him as his cock twitched in pleasure. You were undoing him, tearing him apart piece by piece, and putting him back together again in the most beautiful way.

His breath stuttered as you palmed the tent in his jeans, tracing the outline of his hard cock. “Ride me,” he choked out finally, thrusting his hips upward to increase the friction you were giving him. “Please,” he breathed, sighing deeply as you sucked on his neck, your hand lightly squeezing his cock through his jeans as the other worked to unfasten his belt. “Do you want to? Please.”

His whine made you chuckle, grazing his sensitive skin with your teeth. Elias shuddered, a broken moan tumbling from his lips at a particularly harsh squeeze of your hand on him. “You don’t need to beg,” you said, unbuttoning his pants and pulling down the zipper. “I want to, Elias. I want you.”

“Shit,” he cursed, missing the cue to pull down his pants and free his cock as you raised yourself from his lap for a moment. “You can’t just say things like that,” he said, eyes half-lidded and already drowning in pleasure as he looked at you, having lost his train of thought at your words.

You only smirked. “Get those off,” you commanded gently, running your hands over his clothed thighs. He scrambled to comply, his hands hovering on the band of his briefs as you leaned in close to him again, taking full advantage of the scattered state he was in. “I want you inside me, Elias. I want to bounce on your cock. I want you to fill me up and stretch me out until I can’t take any more.” 

The whine he let out had you licking your lips in anticipation. If he sounded so sinful now, you could only imagine what he sounded like when he was buried to the hilt inside of you, his cock sliding in and out of you and tearing sounds from him that were made only for you.

Glancing down, you saw the front of his underwear already stained with precum. “Someone’s eager,” you said, grazing your fingers along the outline of his cock, “take them off as well. I want to see you.” 

“Fuck,” Elias gasped, raising his hips to comply again. “But I want to see you as well. Enough of this teasing, I— I want to fuck you now. I mean, if you— that is if you’d like me to—” 

You cut him off with a kiss. “Yeah I do,” you breathed, moving off of his lap to hastily strip under his unwavering stare. Elias was looking at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. The burning light of the heavens above was nothing compared to you, breathtakingly divine. 

You settled back onto his lap, frowning at the expression in his eyes. “What is it?” you asked confused, feeling a bit self-conscious under his attentive gaze. “Like what you see?” you tease to hide your nervousness. 

“You’re beautiful,” he said in a breath, the tone light but so genuine it rendered you speechless for a moment. Elias cupped your cheeks, tracing your cheekbones with his thumbs before kissing you, pouring his overflowing love into the movement of his lips against yours. “I can’t believe you’re mine,” he whispered when you broke apart, leaning his forehead against yours. 

“I am,” you answered, taking hold of his hand and guiding it between your thighs, “and I’d like you to claim me as such.” 

The feeling of Elias’ fingers inside of you was short-lived, preparing you just enough before he angled his cock and you sunk on it slowly, the grip on his shoulders tightening. 

He kept his hips still with considerable effort, his hands perched on your hips to help steady you on his cock. “Shit, you’re so tight,” he moaned as you took him to the hilt, panting at the feeling of being stretched out. “Are you good?” he asked hoarsely, tilting your chin to meet his gaze. 

You could only mewl, holding onto him as you began to move, fucking yourself on him slowly. Elias kept his eyes on your blissful expression, savoring the sight of the furrow of your brows as you lowered yourself down his cock and the burning red of your slightly parted lips, strangled moans escaping you as you bounced on him. 

Shit, he would never get the sight of you out of his head. 

The position had his cock sinking deeply inside you, reaching into your depths and hitting you so exquisitely that it made you throw your head back in pleasure, clutching Elias’ shoulders to keep yourself steady on his lap. You increased your pace, meeting the shallow thrusts of his hips halfway. 

“You’re so fucking good,” you groaned, losing the rhythm against him as the pleasure building steadily inside you made it hard to keep your legs working. You opened your eyes again to look at Elias’ blissed-out expression under you. 

A harsh thrust of his hips made his cock sink deeper, hitting a spot that made you throw your head back in a drawn-out moan. Through half-lidded eyes, you saw the sparkling night sky through the window across the living room.

“Mhm, ‘lias,” you slurred, losing yourself to the pleasure between your legs. “Look, sta— stars. Oh, fuck. Yes, right there.”

Elias growled, holding onto your hips tightly as he impaled you on his cock. His pace relentless as he thrusted into you fast and hard, edging both of you closer to your pinnacle of pleasure. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, those won’t be the only stars you’ll see,” he grunted, snapping his hips even faster. 

His words made you fold, and you fell against his chest, a hand sneaking around his shoulders as the other gripped his hair. “Fuck, you can’t say things like that,” you parroted his words back at him, feeling the pressure in your stomach tightening, nearing your release. “I’m close,” you whined, trying to move your hips against Elias, but his pace was so violent you could not keep up.

“Good, come for me,” he panted, pumping his cock even faster inside of you, “Come, that’s it. Come on my cock.” 

You shuddered, walls tightening around him as you released with a cry of his name. The sight of you coming undone pushed Elias over the edge as well, rolling his hips a few more times as he rode out his high.

You collapsed on top of him, going boneless with exhaustion as he wrapped his arms around you, keeping you upright. “How are you feeling? Do you need anything?” he asked, brushing your hair back from your forehead, encouraging you to look at him. “I’m gonna clean us up in a second. How about a bath?”

“‘M fine,” you mumbled, trusting Elias to take charge as your eyes slipped shut for a moment, exhaustion overtaking you. “Bath sounds great. Love you. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me,” he whispered, placing a kiss against the top of your head as he shifted under you, moving you gently to get up and run a bath for both of you. “I love you, too. I’ll always take care of you.”

[angelyuji]

smart, genius yanderes making their obsession feel stupid and dumb so they rely on them for everything???? bimbo reader is one of my fav tropes becuz... i am stupid :)

tw // yandere content, emotional abuse, just being mean, yandere stuff u guys know the deal

constantly belittling you, demeaning you, as a way of lowering your self-esteem. making you second-guess everything you do as a way of making you depend on them for the simplest of tasks. snapping at you and immediately turning around and comforting you.

"don't be stupid. you should know better than that." he snaps, snatching the pen from your hands.

"what? what did i-" you feel your face heat from embarassment.

"(y/n), this is a job application." he snatches that paper from your hands.

"i know what it is..." you try to reach for it, but he holds it away. "i just want to help you."

"help me? i don't need your help, (y/n)." he grabs at your hair, pulling you off your chair to the ground. you yelp in pain as his fingers tangle in your hair and yank at your scalp. "why would they hire you? what qualities do you have that they would want? you're an idiot, a fucking idiot. you can barely cook a decent meal without my help." his voice was laced with venom. you feel tears slip down your face.

"i'm sorry." you meekly whisper. "you're right, i'm too stupid." you choke out a sob. he smiles before shushing you, letting go of your hair. he sits down next to you and pulls you into a hug. you melt into his touch.

"it's okay, that's why i'm here. to take care of you."

definitely: spencer reid (post-prison), bruce wayne, tony stark, 707, elias bouchard, gojo satoru

maybe: dick grayson, sam winchester, charles xavier, jason todd

[chol1na]

there’s no knowing how others are feeling unless you ask them. and your feelings can’t get through to others unless you tell them directly

CHARACTERS ˖⁺‧₊

luca:

nothing (╥﹏╥)

jonah:

nothing (╥﹏╥)

kayson:

nothing (╥﹏╥)

andrew marston:

nothing (╥﹏╥)

isaac rhoades:

✮ kitty? kitty.

✮ pickle vs nihongo. [idea cr: @yoosungs-cheeks]

elias:

nothing (╥﹏╥)

xanthus (lawrence) claiborne:

nothing (╥﹏╥)

zaros kymen atha'lin:

nothing (╥﹏╥)

© chol1na

[incognitonoggin]

Hi wondering if you could do them together? If not do separate and what you feel comfortable with 🙏🏼

Yan proxies with an s/o that tried escaping and failed-nsfw if you can-again only if ur comfortable

SJSHSJEHEH ANON I LOVE YOU TY FOR THE ASK!!

YANDERE PROXIES WITH A S/O THAT TRIED TO ESCAPE

NSFW . MINORS DNI

GN! READER

Includes: “Ticci” Toby, Masky/Tim, Hoodie/Brian

TOBY

• You seriously thought you’d get away? How cute.

• The second you had kicked ‘em off of you and began to run, he was quick to yank your arm back and have you shrinking under his gaze.

• You could immediately tell he was kind of pissed, but you’re his sweetheart! He has to be patient with you.

• … Doesn’t mean he’s going to be gentle though.

• Will drag that same arm to the nearest flat surface (be it a wall for Christ’s sake) and off to pound town you go!

• Sex will be full of.. I guess.. Claiming???

• He’ll go on and on about how you’re his and how your hole(s) belong to him and how you’ll never amount to anything without him and you’re better off stuck with him (in a positive way, I suppose…)

• You’ll be left with dozens of marks afterwards and he wont hesitate to be passive aggressive and rough😭

HOODIE

• Have fun with this man!

• He’ll pull you back tightly by the waist, and drag you on into his lap

• Will yank your pants off right then and there, just barely giving you the time to process everything.

• “You want to leave? Really? How about we change that.”

• As i said in a different fic, he will be silent but you can tell by his never ending glare that if you fuck up he will NOT hesitate to get violent.

• Very fast and roughly paced. Gonna have your eyes stinging and your lips moving in a repetitive motion as you mumble your pleas

MASKY

• Why would you run away from this man WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU /HJ

• He’s running up behind ya and covering your mouth with his hands like he’s got chloroform or something on them

• It’ll feel suffocating at first, but similarly to Brian, he will just throw you down and start fucking torturing you 😔

• It’s worse compared to the others, he’d be VERY cocky (ha, get it?) about it and mock you whilst you beg.

• Lord, the repeated slamming into your hole while he yanks your hair back (damn near breaking your neck) must be so violating 😟

[meo-eiru]

Your Sweet Little Bunny

[quintinh43]

Fucking Canada | Luke Hughes

Summary: Luke is out with an injury, Y/n is on break from school. Obviously, the only logical thing is for them to head down to Vancouver to visit Quinn.

Pairings: Luke Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Meantions of Anxiety, Drinking (drink responsibly kids), Some light suggestive content. Use of the name Mariana. Let me know if I missed anything!

Wc: 4.9k

This one's for @toasttt11, stay awesome 🫶🏼

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Luke had been been out with an injury for a week. And it was driving him insane. He had begged and begged the trainers to at least allow him on the ice with the team. He'd batted his long eyelashes and given them puppy dog eyes and the famous Hughes pout, yet somehow they resisted and firmly told him he was not to touch a pair of skates until after his two-week check up.

And that was only if his check-up came back all ok. So in his boredom, he flew down to Michigan to spend time with you, and then decided that as soon as your break started he was flying both of you down to Vancouver for the week, because fuck he missed his big brother.

He rolled his wrist around in its brace, and you smack him in the chest. "Stop doing that. You're gonna aggravate your wrist and make it worse."

"Baby, I swear its fine," he whined, "The trainers don't know what they're talking about."

You snort, and grab his arm, pinning it beneath your torso, being careful to ensure that the strained part of his wrist was not under you.

"Baby, please," he whined, tugging his arm gently. "Let me up,"

"Only if you promise to stop rolling your wrist." You glare.

"I promise" Luke mumbles shifting towards you to run his lips along your jaw. Your stomach flutters, pink dusts across your cheeks, and you let him go immediately. He leans on his elbows and kisses down your neck.

"Luke" you whisper breathlessly.

"Hmm" he hums, nipping at the sensitive skin along the column of your troat.

You bite your lip, debating telling him off. But kissing Luke is much much better than studying physiology, and you haven't had a break in a while. You slam your textbook shut, and all but kick it off the bed.

"You're such a menace," you huff, he wraps his uninjured arm around you, and drags himself fully on top of you, kissing gently down your neck.

"You know you love me," he grins.

"You're lucky I do, Hughes. Now get back to kissing me,"

"Yes ma'am," he chuckles, lips dancing along your collarbones.

There's a knock on your door and before you can tell whoever it is to fuck off, your roommate and best university friend; Mariana barges in.

"Enough sexy time, kids!" she says, ignoring the murderous glares both you and Luke throw her way, "If you still want a ride to the airport, we are leaving in ten." She walks out, leaving the door open. You sigh, nudging Luke with your shoulder, to get off of you. He pecks one last kiss to your cheek and rolls off you, pulling you to your feet so the two of you can get all your things together.

You slide your laptop into your bag, grab all your chargers, and make sure you have an extra set of headphones. Because God knows the worst thing that could possibly happen is being stuck on an airplane with no muisc. After double and triple checking that you have everything, Mariana ushers you out the door hurriedly.

The ride to the airport is nothing special. You and Mariana sit in the front while Luke is banished to the back. You stretch an arm back to hold his hand, and he leans his head on your seat to be closer to you.

"Have fun in Vancouver Babe," Mariana says giving you a tight parting hug, and kiss on the cheek.

"Better take care of my girl Hughes, or I'm coming for that other wrist" She threatens, giving Luke a hug. Luke laughs, patting Mariana's back.

"You know it, Mari," he grins, winking at you.

"Text me when you land, ok?" She says, squeezing your shoulder.

"I will. Thanks for the ride, Mar." You hive her one last squeeze goodbye and take Luke's hand as you head through the airport.

Everything goes smoothly, thank God, and soon you and Luke are boarded the plane. It's a fight over who takes the window seat. You think Luke should have it cause he has longer legs, and Luke thinks you should have it because you deserve the best seat.

After convincing Luke that as long as you're sitting beside him, you do have the best seat, he reluctantly takes the window seat. And makes sure to tell you that if you want to switch at any time, just tell him.

You nod, knowing that you absolutely won't be doing that, but what Luke doesn't know won't hurt him.  You're set to arrive just before Quinn's game tonight, which means that the two of you won't get to see him until later. After going through your mental checklist, making sure everything is organized, you stick your headphones in and rest your head on Luke's shoulder and promptly pass out.

Luke is shaking you awake gently when it's time to get off the plane. "Wake up, Baby, it's time to get going," he says softly.

You sigh, rubbing the tiredness from your eyes, "Alright lets go,"

You grab all of yours and Lukes belongings from the overhead compartment, much to his dismay. "Baby, let me help,"

"Luke Warren, I swear if you touch any of this luggage with that wrist, I'll chop it off," you say sternly. You hand him his backpack, and he slings it over his shoulder with a pout.

You grab his injured hand gently, lacing your fingers together as best as you can with his brace on, and head off the plane. As you step into the Uber, both your phones buzz with a text from Quinn.

Q: I left a key for you guys with the front desk, Luke just has to show some ID.

Q: You guys are coming to the game right?

Luke: Yep, excited to see you Q

You: Were just heading to your place now, to get settled and then we're on our way. See you soon!

Q: Excited to see you guys too.

You arrive at his apartment, and Luke shows his ID to the front desk, and they hand over the key. Quinn's apartment is nice, but it's so clean. It looks like a place out of a modern decor magazine, except for the photos of his family scattered here and there.

There's a two jerseys folded neatly on the bed with a sticky note that says 'Don't be a little bitch' on top. "Nope" Luke says as he immediately lays eyes on it, "I'm not wearing that, nither are you."

You roll your eyes at him, but don't argue. It makes sense that he wouldn't wear it. Players have a thing about not wearing another franchises merchandise. He unzips his suitcase and pulls out two black hoodies with white stitching that says Hughes 43 on the back. Except if you look carefully, the devils logo is stitched on the sleeve.

You shake your head with a smile and take the hoodie from him. "Let me just change into something better, and we'll head out."

Luke nods, digging around for a pair of jeans for himself.  The two of you make quick work of changing, and then you're on your way to the game. Quinn, smartly left the tickets under your name, lest someone spill the beans that Luke Hughes is in Vancouver to watch his brother play.

Your seats are right by the glass. When Quinn notices you, he skates over, unable to keep the smile off his face. "Bitches" he mouths with a smile, as he takes in the lack of Canuck blue in your outfits.

You grin and flash him a heart with your fingers while Luke flips him off, making sure he can see the devils logo on the sleeve. Quinn shakes his head at Luke and skates off to finish warm-ups.

Thankfully, no one really takes note of the interaction. Luke has a cap pulled low, so unless someone is really looking for Luke Hughes, then he shouldn't be recognized. The atmosphere is electric. Canadian hockey really hits differently.

The game is nerve-wracking, and for most of it, you and Luke are on the edges of your seats, grabbing at eachother hands, and slapping eachothers knees in excitement whenever something particular exciting happens. And when Quinn picks up a goal, the two of you are jumping and screaming.

The game ends with a canuck win, and as you two make your way down to the locker room to greet Quinn, you're chattering excitedly about all the good plays that were made. Especially Quinn's. He picked up a goal and three assists, making him the top point scorer of the game.

As he walks out of the locker room, he can't keep the smile off his face as he lands eyes on you and Luke. As much as he doesn't mind being on his own, seeing his family is always the best. You've been around the Hughes boys since you were growing up. From Toronto to Michigan. Your family's were really close and still are to this day.

He pulls you into a hug first, "Good to see you Y/n" he says, patting you on the back.

He goes to hug Luke, and in true brotherly fashion, he can't help but make a jab at him as does so. "I swear to God, you get taller every time I see you." Rather than standing on his tip toes to throw his arms around Lukes neck, he hooks his ankle around the back of Luke's knee and Luke's knees buckle.

Quinn catches him in a hug before he can hit the floor. You and Quinn are laughing, while Luke grumbles. He snatches Quinns hat off his head, making his hair stick up in every which way and holds it as high as he can. Quinn rolls his eyes, not taking the bait, and starts to walk.

Luke huffs and throws his hat back at him. "How did y'all get here?"

"Uber," you say, throwing an arm around Luke's waist as you walk. He drapes his arm around your shoulder, fingers brushing patters against your shoulder.

"The team is going out to celebrate. Do you guys wanna join, or do you want a ride home first?"

"Well, come with," Luke smiles, "Good game, dude, you made some nasty moves."

Pink dusts Quinn's cheeks, and he changes the conversation. "How's the wrist?"

Luke rolls his eyes, and before he can roll his wrist, you glare at him. "It's completely fucking fine."

"It's not" you say

"The trainers don't know what they are talking about." He mutters.

"They do" You add poking luke in the side.

Quinn scoffs, "Yes, im sure the people whose literal job it is to treat your injures don't know what they are talking about."

Luke pouts, "I can't believe my girl and my brother are ganging up on me like this,"

"Well, maybe if you weren't so stubborn." You and Quinn say simultaneously, looking at each other with a grin.

Luke grumbles unintelligiblly and Quinn throws his bags in this trunk. Luke takes the front seat, and this time, he's the one reaching his arm back to hold your hand. You smile, lacing your fingers together. Quinn rolls the eyes at the two of you with a smile.

The drive to the bar is filled with the light chatter of the three of you catching up about life. Unsurprisingly, Quinn has nothing interesting happening in his love life. The man eats, breathes, sleeps, and lives hockey. Luke teases him about becoming an old spinster while he glances at you lovingly. No doubt envisioning the magnificence that your lives will be together.

The bar is absolutely packed. Not surprisingly. It's a Friday night and the Canucks won. Some of the team is already there, in a roped off Vip area. They wave Quin over urgently. He grabs your hand and you grab Luke's so as not to get separated in the crowd of drunk people.

Quinn greets his teammates with hugs and back slaps and inside jokes. Some of them grin at you and Luke, wiggling their eyebrows at you and dragging Luke into hugs.

"So why are Mr. And Mrs. Huggy Jr. Here?" Brock asks, swirling the liquid in his glass.

Luke smiles at that, tracing his finger over the back of your left ring finger. "Luke is out injured, and I'm on a break from school," you shrug, playing with Luke's hand in yours.

"I'm going to get a refill," Luke hums, kissing the tip of your ear as he detangles himself from you, "want anything?"

"I'm good for now, baby," you say, kissing him on the cheek. When you turn back to the guys, they are all leaning close to you, batting their eyelashes like a group of High-school girls waiting to hear the latest drama about your crush.

Petey is the first to speak, "So when is he proposing?"

Millsy slaps him in the back of the head, "How is she supposed to know when he's proposing dumbass?"

"That man is so fucking whipped for you," Brock smirks, and you can't help the blush that colours your cheeks.

"You guys will have some cute babiess," Garland grins, just the slightest bit tipsy.

"Alright, alright, leave her alone. That's my sister-in-law you're bullying" Quinn says, coming to your rescue. He throws an arm around your shoulders, squeezing gently.

"You ok?" He asks quietly, the guys already forgetting the previous topic of conversation.

"Yeah, thanks Quinn," you smile, squeezing his hand back.

"Well, I'm absolutely beat, so I'm gonna go home. Do y'all wanna stay, or are you ready to head home?"

"We'll stay I think, me and Lukey are having fun, and I have yet to drag him to the dance floor. Are you ok to drive home?"

"Yeah, I haven't been drinking," Quinn says, smiling softly at your concern for him. "Sorry to leave y'all hanging."

"Don't worry about it, Quinn, we'll see you tomorrow. You played a good game, go get lots of rest," you smile, wrapping him in a quick hug.

He hugs you back and turns to address the guys. "I'm heading out if anyone wants a ride," Before the sentence fully leaves his mouth, Petey is practically throwing himself at Quinn. He stumbles into the two of you, and you both reach out to make sure he doesn't eat the floor. "I drank too much," he mumbles.

You laugh, patting his back, as Quinn stabilizes him. "I'm making you do bag skates next practice," Quinn says with entirely too much joy, as he practically half carries Petey out of the bar.

With Quinn gone, you dip out of the Vip section to find Luke, you spot him sitting at the bar, cheeks flushed, empty shot glasses littered suspiciously close to him. He's holding another glass that looks like soda, and there's a girl leaning much to close to him. He's leaning back slowly, looking very unimpressed.

Until he spots you. His megawatt lady killer smile appears as he all but pushes the other girl out of the way, and practically sprints to you, as well as someone can sprint in a crowded bar. Your hands rest on his arms, and you can smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Luke, are you ok?" You ask concerned, eyes flitting across his face, "have you been drinking?"

"Y/n!" He is way too giddy to be sober, "I know we said, we weren't drinking, but then I was sad about my wrist and someone said that the alcohol would make me feel better, so drank a little teeny tiny shot, and then another one cause somone got me another one, and then this group of girls asked me if I wanted to do shots with them, and I was gonna say no, but then they already ordered the shots and then-"

You cut off his drunk rambling, your voice laced with concern. "Luke baby, do you remember how many shots you took?" You ask, the calmness of your voice not giving way to the absolutely disastrous thoughts swimming in your head.

"Four, I think!" He grins, trying to count the glasses that were littered on the bar top in front of where he was sitting. There were five. Your eyes widen almost comically. He was barely gone for half an hour. He took five shots of straight alcohol in less than half an hour. Fuck.

Now it wasn't as if Luke hadn't drank before, undoubtedly he had. But definitely not that amount of alcohol in that span of time. Plus, it wasnt really recommended for professional athletes to drink anyways, so the amount of alcohol he'd consumed since the beginning of the season probably didn't even equate the amount that he'd drank tonight alone. Double Fuck.

And on top of all of that, Quinn had already left. "My wrist feels so much better!" Luke says happily, "I can take off my brace!" As he reaches for straps on his brace, you grab his hand.

"Absolutely not Luke." You lace your fingers with his to keep him from taking off his brace while you try to figure out what to do. Before you know what's happening, there's another full shot glass in front of you, and Luke is knocking it back. Triple Fuck.

"It burns," he pouts, shaking his head like he just ate something sour.

"Luke, how did you even get alcohol? we're underage!" The disbelief is evident in your voice.

The bartender hears your statement and decides that he'd better clear up that misconception before he gets into some kond of trouble. "No ma'am," he says, leaning over the counter. "I checked his ID, says he's twenty, that's legal"

Suddenly, you are very pissed that the bartender is telling you how old your own boyfriend is. Just as you're about to snap at him for clearly not being able to to his job correctly, if he thinks twenty is legal, you remember that you're no longer in the States.

You're in Canada. Fucking Canada. Racking your brain, you try to recall the legal age in British Columbia. You feel so stupid. It's nineteen. Ninteen year olds are legally allowed to drink in B.C. Luke is twenty. Fuck fuck fucking fuckitty fuck.

Before you sprial into a full-on panic, you take a deep breath. Luke is drunk out of his mind, and he needs to get home now, and you panicking will not help the situation. You slap your card down on the bar top and tell the bartender to close Luke's tab.

You don't trust Luke to be left to his own devices, so you sling his arm around your shoulder and half drag him to where you left your phone and purse with Brock. You gently guide Luke to sit on one of the chairs. He does so shakily and wraps one arm around your chest, pulling you flush against his body.

His knees are squeezing your hips, his fingers are tracing over your collarbones, and his face is tucked against your neck.

"Woah! is Huggy Jr. drunk?" Brock asks, grinning madly as he hands you your phone and purse.

"In the span of time that he disappeared, he took six fucking shots" you grumble, as you order an Uber to get home.

Brock almsot chokes on his drink. He stares wide eyes, "oh so he's fucking blackout," he takes his phone and snaps a photo of you and Luke. The glare that you send him is so murderous that if looks could kill he'd be six feet under.

"Sorry," he shrugs with a shit eating grin that says he's not sorry at all, "I need some proof of this for when he wakes up hating his life tomorrow."

"Alright, well, at least send it to me." You grumble, Brock laughs, and your phone buzzes with a notification from him immediately after. "And hey, please don't tell Quinn anything right now. He's probably home and in bed by now, and I don't wanna stress him out unnecessarily."

Brock nods, "Don't worry, kid, my lips are sealed." He sighs like an older brother, "if I was sober, i'd be driving you home."

"Oh Brock, don't worry about it. You guys had great games, and you deserve to celebrate. We'll be fine, I promise," you smile. Your heart melts a little, you've only met the canucks a few times but from the instant that you did they treated you like family.

"Alright, alright, just let me know when you're home safe, I'll feel much better."

"You got it, Brocky," you smile, standing on your tip toes to give him a friendly kiss on the cheek. Brock grins like a school boy who just got a kiss from his crush. Thankfully, drunk Luke doesn't decide to make an appearance. Otherwise, he might have absolutely decked Brock in the face.

Not that he would've succeeded, based on how drunk he is. You're almost sure he's fallen asleep. Until his lips start moving against your neck. Quadruple fuck. You have to bite your lip to keep from moaning out loud as he nips at your throat with so much care you'd think he was fully sober.

His fingers start to make patterns along your collarbones, dipping lower toward the curve of your breasts. You don't want him to stop.

"Luke," you whisper desperately, laying your head atop his gently.

His hum of response reverberates against your skin, and pleasure melts down your spine, stomach fluttering.

"Luke," you try again, voice strained as his teeth screen against the sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder, "not here baby, we're in public."

" 's go home" he murmers into your skin, "wanna fuck my pretty girl."

Your cheeks go red faster than you thought possible. What a time to find out Luke is a horny drunk.

"Luke," his name is a prayer on your lips. The fingers of his injured hand burn as they press into your waist.

" 'm starvin for you baby," he mumbles, the tips of his fingers brushing under the waistband of your jeans.

Heat coils in your stomach, and you bite your lip to keep a whimper from spilling from your lips. As if some Devine power is on your side, you get a notification that your Uber has arrived.

"Our ride is here." Your voice is practically a squeak.

"Want you to ride me." Luke says, and you can feel his lips turn up into a smirk against your skin. You have to cover your mouth with your hand. Luke chuckles darkly. "Pretty girl has to cover her mouth so everyone doesn't know what a dirty girl she is." he hums nosing at your neck. If you're here any longer, you might actually combust. You make sure you have everything because you can quite literally never return to this bar every again.

You help pull Luke out of his chair and drape one of his arms over your shoulder. You wrap your arm around his waist to keep him steady. "Gonna eat you up when we're alone," he mutters, his grin all teeth. He's so fucking beautiful it makes your troat go dry.

You're blushing like a school girl as you help him out of the bar. He's leaning most of his weight on you while he whispers dirty things in your ear. You're surprised that you even manage to get him out of the bar on your own, mainly because his comments are making you weak in the knees. And partially because he's a 6'2, 185-pound man.

You successfully get him into the backseat and give the driver Quinns address. Thank God he lives close. A ten minute drive at most. But unfortunately for you, it feels like hours.  Because Luke had been very perceptive as to how his advances were making you react and continues them with no mercy.

"So pretty f' me" he mumbles, hand trailing up your thigh, lips fluttering over your neck, "gonna let me fuck you pretty girl?"

"Not here, Luke," You whisper, grabbing his hand. You kiss the back of his knuckles and looks at you with such desire in his eyes it takes every ounce of self control not strip and let him fuck you in the back seat of this random car. Your eyes flick to the driver and you swallow the nervous lump in your throat, and say a prayer for forgiveness as your lips trail up his hand.

You close your lips over two of his fingers, and he groans, his head falling against your shoulder. "Gotta be quiet, baby," you murmer, squeezing his knee with one hand before closing your lips back over his fingers.

"m' quiet, m' quiet," he murmers against your neck. Then he's grinding his hips against yours, and there's a whimper caught in your throat. The car comes to a stop in front of Quinns building, and you are hopping out of the car like it's on fire and dragging Luke out behind you.

He stumbles into your back, an arm wrapping around your waist, his lips reattach to your neck, and you can't help the moan that slips out. As soon as the elevator door shuts, Luke pins you to the wall with a knee between your legs, and you drag him down for a desperate kiss.

He tastes like alcohol and cinnamon and home. And you never want to let him go. Then he's hissing with fire, a yearning, pleading fire as he grinds his hips against yours. All you want to do is let him have his way, but he's so so drunk. And no matter how many years the two of you have been dating, and how many times you've slept together, you made your decision way back at the bar that you wouldn't go further than kissing and grinding.

The elevator opens on Quinns floor, and the two of you stumble out. You pat your pockets for the keys to his apartment, and fuck- they aren't there. They must have gotten left in his car on the way to the bar.

You knock on the door nervously. One hand wrapped around Luke's waist, and the other braced against his chest. His uninjured hand is tracing up and down your side and in a way that makes it hard not to squirm as he places tender kisses along your jaw.

Quinn opens the door, looking oh so tired, a toothbrush hanging half out of his mouth. Clearly, he didn't expect you back so soon. His eyes go wide at the sight in front of him, and he resists the urge to gag, lest his toothbrush fall out of his mouth.

"Whad da fack!" He exclaims, spitting into the kitchen sink and closing the apartment door behind you. "Is he drunk?"

"Yes, just let me get him into bed, and I'll explain," you say urgently.

"Only going to bed if you're coming with me," he murmers, squeezing your hip, "need m' pretty girl."

"Do you have advil?" You ask Quinn, ignoring Luke's statement, Quinn wisely chooses not to comment as he grabs advil and a glass of water.

You deposit luke on the bed, huffing from his weight. He pulls you down with a smirk. "Wait, baby, let me get your clothes," you say quickly.

Luke wiggles his eyebrows and lets you undress him. You strip him of his jeans and t-shirt leaving him in his boxers. "Be good and drink this for me," you say, sliding the advil into his mouth.

"I'm good for you, baby," he mutters after he swallows.

"So good for me," you assured as he slipped under the blanket. As soon as his head hits the pillow, his eyes are fluttering. " 'm tir'd."

You stroke his hair back from his forehead softly. "I know, baby, I know,"

"Still want you," he pouted.

"I know, baby, and you'll have me tomorrow. It's sleep time now, ok?"

"Mm'kay," he mumbles, barely audible. You stroke his hair and mutter sweet nothings to him as he falls asleep. You change into a pair of sweats and one of Luke's devils' hoodies before shutting the bedroom door with a quiet click.

Quinn is sitting on the couch, with two mugs of steaming tea. You flop onto the couch, leaning your back against the armrest and tucking your feet under his legs. He hands you a mug of tea, and you take it gratefully, holding it close to your face and letting the steam warm you.

"So what the fuck happened?" Quinn questions.

"After you left, Luke still wasn't back and I went to find him, I don't know what really happened on his end, but he said he was sad about his wrist, and someone convinced him alchool would make it better." You sigh, taking a sip of your tea.

"Anyways, by the time I got him, he had had six shots in the span of a half hour."

Quinns eyes practically bulge out of his head. He looks like he's running calculations in his head, and his jaw drops. "I know," you grimace, "I'm sorry, I should've watched him better, I knew he wasn't happy about his wrist, and I let him -"

"How did he even get drinks?" Quinn asks, "He's not 21."

"Hush, Y/n, it's not your fault. He's a big boy he knows what he's doing." Quinn says softly, drawing you into his arms.

"Quinn, you don't feel bad either, ok?" You say softly knowing Quinn is beating himself up on the inside. He sighs, purses his lips and doesn't say anything for a long minute.

"It's Canada," you mutter like that explains everything. And to Quinn, it does explain it all.

"Fucking Canada" he mutters shaking his head.

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