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Family isn’t Always Blood- Part 1 Elias Pettersson x Fem!OC

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Summary: Kinsey Waters, has never known family. Not a good one anyway. So when her boyfriend, Elias Pettersson, his family, and friends all start making comments about the pair starting a family of their own, she panics. Can she even be a good mother? What if she can’t? Will Elias leave her?

Author’s Notes: So here we go with Part 1! This will be a 3 part series, and it’s very self indulgent, so I hope some of you can also enjoy it! Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated! Thank You!

Word Count: approx. 4.4 k

Warnings: talks of divorce, absent parents, mentions of children/pregnancy, briefly implied sexual acts (nothing too spicy I promise), some strong language at times, self doubt and negative self-talk, some fluff too of course! Baby fever maybe? If there is anything else I should be adding here please let me know!!

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Sometimes life isn’t fair. Maybe most of the time even. I often wonder what I did to deserve the life I’ve been given. Why I was born into a family devoid of love, why my parents would bring a child into the world to live their life yearning for their mother’s affection, and why a broken family is all I would ever see. These questions continue to plague my mind to this day, but at least now I can say I know a loving family is something that can, and does, exist.

A real family exists in the form of the Pettersson’s. At first, I was jealous of my boyfriend’s upbringing, and if I’m honest, I still am to a certain extent. Elias cares so deeply for everyone. His teammates, his friends, his brother, his parents, and honestly just everyone he meets. Including me. Although it has been hard to accept that someone with no obligation to, actually cares about me, Elias does his best to show me every day.

I watch from the opposite side of the room as Elias FaceTimes his family, and a sad smile forms on my lips. His voice is gentle, yet excited, as he speaks animatedly to his family in Swedish. His mom, Irene, obviously gushing over her son, has tears stinging my eyes. I haven’t spoken to my mother in years, not that I want to talk to her, but watching how Elias’ eyes light up as soon as he sees her, has me wishing I had someone like that. Anyone really.

“She’s coming to visit next month.” Elias smiles, placing a gentle kiss to my hairline, pulling me from my thoughts. “She is excited to meet you in person.”

“I’m excited to meet her too! Did you tell her to bring the photo albums?” I tease with a wink, earning a chuckle from Elias.

“Don’t you worry, even if she forgets them, odds are she will try and smuggle you back to Sweden with her! She’s going to love you.” he smiles against my lips as he places a sweet kiss to them. I let the stress of meeting his mother melt away as he kisses me. Maybe it won’t be so bad.

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“Elias cares for you a lot.” Irene speaks softly from her seat next to me. The other family and friends buzzing around during warmups, absolutely oblivious to the nerves that have been coursing through me from the moment I stepped into the rink.

“I care for him too. He is a great man, you did a fantastic job raising him.” I smile at her, hoping she hears the sincerity in my compliment.

“He is wonderful.” She pauses, looking down to the ice watching as her son interacts with the fans. I follow her gaze, and watch as Elias interacts with a little girl. A wide grin on his face as he throws a puck over the glass to her. My heart flutters and I can’t fight the smile forming on my face. “He will make a fantastic father.”

Her words cause a wave of nausea to rip through me, and I’m glad she is so focused on her son. Elias and I haven’t spoken about children or the future much at all yet. I’m sure he would make a great father, there is no doubt in my mind. Me on the other hand? I’m sure I would be a poor excuse for a mother.

It’s not even that I don’t want kids. I love them, and I’d love to have a tiny little forever friend, but I can’t. You see, to become a good writer all I had to do was read the work of as many talented writers as possible, and from them I learned how to be a good writer. Therefore it would make sense that, to be a good mother, one would have to learn from a good mother. Something that I have not had the pleasure of knowing.

I don’t respond to Irene’s comment, but she doesn’t seem to notice. She also doesn’t notice how uneasy I am for the entire game, and for that I am thankful.

Her son however, knows me much better. “What’s wrong?” He asks the moment we are alone in his bedroom that evening after the game. Of course he can tell, I’ve been off all night. I shake my head as I change into a pair of shorts and one of his hoodies. “Kins, come on. What did she say to you?” His voice is pleading now.

“Elias, it’s nothing I promise. Your mother is fantastic, I love her.” I smile over my shoulder at him as I make my way into the bathroom to wash off my makeup. Elias is hot on my heels, and he leans against the counter beside me.

“So why are you acting so…” he pauses, frustration evident in his voice as he searches for the right word to use. “Weird?”

I let out a long sigh, and dry off my face before stepping into him. Wrapping my arms around his neck I give him a sad smile and take a deep breath. “She made a comment about how you were going to make a great father.” His hands that had fallen to my hips, give a quick reassuring squeeze.

“Okay, and did that bother you?” He asks, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“I mean I guess a little. I don’t know! She’s right, you would make a great father. It just felt like a lot of pressure I guess.” I want to say so much more. Tell him I don’t think I will be the one who makes him a father, but I’m too scared. I’m scared that me not wanting to give him children will be the end of this.

“We are only young. She just loves babies!” He chuckles pulling me tighter to him. “We won’t be having them tomorrow or anything!” His comments do little to ease my mind, but he’s trying. I place a gentle kiss to his lips, and as I pull away a mischievous smile stares back at me.

“What?” I giggle, knowing he’s got something up his sleeve.

“We could always practice the act of baby making.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, and I swat at his chest.

“Elias! Your mother is down the hall, get your head out of the gutter!” We are both laughing now, and Elias’ smile melts my heart. He always knows exactly how to make me feel better, I have no idea where I’d be without him.

“Guess we'll just have to be quiet!” Before I can even respond, Elias is lifting me into the air. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist, a squeal escaping my lips. Elias’ lips meet mine in an attempt to silence me, and before I know it he’s laying me back on his bed. “I love you Kinsey.” He is looking right at me, and the emotion behind his eyes is enough to have tears springing to my own.

“I love you too Elias.”

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“Isn’t she beautiful?” The look on Elias’ face has my heart fluttering. Wrapped up in his arms is the newest addition to the Horvat family, Ava, a beautiful little girl.

“She’s stunning, just like her Momma.” I smile over at Holly, trying to contain the fear wracking my body. Holly is such a great mom, and watching Elias holding the little girl so gently, has me wishing I was half the woman Holly was.

“You two next?” Bo chirps from his spot on the couch. Although meant in good nature, his words have my blood running cold. I don’t know if I can respond without vomiting, but thankfully Elias speaks so I don’t have to.

“I don’t think so.” He laughs, eyes never leaving the girl whose tiny fingers are now wrapped around his index finger. The sigh that leaves me after his response catches Holly’s attention, but she chooses to not question it.

“Excuse me.” I whisper, feeling a fresh wave of nausea, as I get up in search of the washroom. Talking about having kids, watching Elias being so perfect with Bo’s baby, the whole situation has my stomach churning. The thought of us not working out, because I don’t want to have babies with him is the last thing that crosses my mind before the contents of my stomach are finding their way back up my throat.

After I manage to pick myself up off the tiled bathroom floor, I rinse my mouth, wash my face, and take a good look in the mirror. The bags under my are the darkest they’ve been for months, and I look like shit to say the least.

Running my fingers through my hair quickly I step out of the bathroom, only to be met by a very concerned Holly. “Are you okay?” She asked, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder.

“I’m alright Holly, just haven’t been sleeping well for the last couple weeks.” The excuse falls quickly from my lips, and honestly there is a lot of truth to it. It’s been almost two full weeks of restlessness, and it’s getting old quickly. The nights spent in Elias’ apartment, consist of him asking what was wrong, and honestly I didn’t have an answer. I still don’t.

Holly nods in understanding, and I have no doubt she understands. The woman had just been pregnant for 9 months, and she also has a toddler running around. “I hope Bo’s comment didn’t upset you, he’s just teasing.” She adds, searching my face likely for a sign that she is right about what upset me.

“It’s fine really, it just seems to be coming up a lot lately. It’s not something Elias and I have talked about very seriously yet though.” Sure, maybe that was too much information to unload on a woman I hardly knew, but I already felt a bit of the weight lifting from my shoulders.

“Maybe it’s something you should talk about, especially if it makes you so upset to think about.” The smile she sends me is sympathetic, and I can tell she knows there is more to the story.

Thankfully though, she doesn’t press any further and turns back towards the living room. I follow closely behind her watching my feet as we walk. Holly stops short of the living room however, and I walk into her back. “Wha-“ I start to question her, but as I lift my head she stares back at me with a finger pressed to her lips. The confusion must be evident on my face, because before I can even question the action she is nodding her head towards the two men in the living room.

“She’s a good one Petey.” Bo smiles at Elias who now has the baby cradled against his chest.

“She’s perfect Bo, my Mom loves her.” As I quickly realize that I’ve become the topic of conversation, my cheeks heat in embarrassment.

I feel the urge to run away, interrupt them, or maybe just cover my ears. Anything really, because I wasn’t meant to hear this conversation. With Bo’s next question though, I’m unable to do any of those things. Instead I stand frozen. “And what about you? Do you love her?”

Yes, Elias and I have said those three words to each other many times. However, never in front of his teammates, and a part of me wonders if he just told me what he thought I wanted to hear. “Honestly Bo,” the unsure breath that leaves Elias has my heart racing, “I didn’t know I could love someone this much.”

I hadn’t felt the tear slip down my cheek until it hit the hand that was now covering my mouth. I quickly wipe it away, and attempt to compose myself before anyone sees. Maybe it’s hormones, or maybe it’s just how intensely I feel for Elias, but I’m not normally this emotional.

As Elias lifts his gaze from the small girl on his chest, his eyes find mine. A smile breaks across my face, and the whole world seems to stop. For a moment I see it clearly, this isn’t Bo and Holly’s home anymore, it’s ours. The baby on Elias’ chest isn't a Horvat, it’s a Pettersson. It’s our baby. For a small moment I let myself live in that fantasy, allowing the desire of living that perfect life with Elias to grow.

It’s Holly’s voice that pulls me out of it, “Well I’m sure this little one is getting hungry, and I bet you could use a break as well Petey.” Holly carefully scoops the baby out of Elias’ arms, and he stands from his seat walking towards me. His hand finds my waist as I watch Holly, Bo and the baby interact. The moment feels so personal I feel bad for watching, but I can’t look away. It’s moments like that, two parents totally in love and caring so deeply for their child, that I have always craved. Parents that put their children before all else, and want nothing more than for them to succeed? For me, that’s only ever been a dream. Something only found in movies and books. The reason I will never cut it as a mother.

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“Thank you so much for doing this you guys!”

Somehow I had let Elias talk me into babysitting Ava while Bo and Holly went on a date night. Thankfully, their eldest, Gunnar, would be staying with one of his friends tonight, because one baby to look after was enough. Not to mention I’ve been sick to my stomach all day, likely just with the thought of being responsible for a baby. “It’s not a problem! You two deserve a night off, go have fun!”

Holly smiles, handing me a bag of things as she tells me everything I’ll need to know about when Ava will need to sleep and eat. I mentally take note of all the information and usher the couple out the door. Once they’ve left, I make my way to the kitchen to prepare a bottle for Ava.

When it’s ready, I walk into the living room to find Elias shuffling around the room with Ava in his arms. He’s pointing at pictures on the mantle, and speaking gently to her in Swedish. “I hate to interrupt, but I think it’s time for a bottle.” I smirk, shaking the bottle in the air as Elias turns toward me.

With a small smirk, Elias settles himself into the armchair, positioning Ava so he can give her the bottle. I hand it over to him and sit on the arm of the chair beside him, threading my fingers through his blonde hair. He hums in approval as Ava begins drinking the bottle. We stay like that, Ava happily drinking in his arms, Elias holding the bottle smiling fondly down at her, and me playing with Elias’ hair and watching them both.

He’s so happy like this. So happy in fact that I can’t help but wonder if hockey is really what Elias was made for. Sure, he’s wonderful at it, one of the best there is obviously. I’m almost certain now though, Elias was made to be a father. The way he holds this baby like he’d give the world to protect her, and she’s not even his own blood, has tears forming in my eyes.

“Kins?” Elias speaks softly, still not having removed his eyes from Ava who is struggling to stay awake. I hum in response, and he finally lifts his head. “Why don’t you want kids?”

This certainly isn’t how I expected to have this conversation. I have never told him I didn’t want kids. “How do you know I don’t want them?” I ask, my voice definitely giving away how nervous I am.

“Every time someone brings up the idea of us having children you get all in your head.” He sends me a sad smile, and although he isn’t trying to sound disappointed, it’s not hard to tell he is.

“I’m just not ready for kids.” The look Elias sends me definitely says he doesn’t believe me, and he wants me to elaborate, but I don’t. Instead I notice Ava has fallen asleep, and use that as an excuse to change the subject. “I’ll go put her to bed, why don’t you go have your shower now?”

As I carefully lift Ava from his arms, Elias watches me closely. It’s evident he wants to say something, but decides against it.

As Elias heads off to the bathroom, I carry Ava down the hall and place her gently in the bassinet. She hardly stirs, and I take a moment to admire just how beautiful she is. She seems bigger now in the small bassinet, than she did in Elias’ arms. The thought has me crying as I lean against the wall. Elias, the man I’m sure is the love of my life, was made to be a father. I on the other hand, am the furthest thing from being capable of becoming a good mom. Once again, I’m painfully aware of just how unfair this is to Elias. He will have to leave me eventually, and now that he is obviously aware of the fact I don’t want children it’ll likely be sooner rather than later.

“Kinsey, baby, what’s wrong?” His presence startles me, and I quickly wipe the tears from my face.

“Nothing, I’m fine.” I whimper, my voice completely contradicting my statement. His arms are wrapped around me in an instant, and I push my face into his chest crying harder now. My body shakes against his, as he whispers, what I assume to be comforting words in Swedish.

“Y-you’re going to make such a great dad someday.” I’m sure I look a mess now as I lift my head from his chest to look at him. He smiles down at me, though it’s not hard to tell he is fighting off tears of his own.

“And you’ll be an amazing mother.” He’s trying to comfort me, but his statement has the exact opposite effect.

I shake my head, a whole new batch of tears falling down my cheeks. “That’s the thing though- I won’t. I’m not made to be a parent, not like you are.” His soft expression has a wave of nausea rolling over me as I push away from him. “I’m sorry.”

Elias calls after me in a whisper yell, as to not wake the baby, but I’m too busy trying not to get sick to even acknowledge him. As soon as I make it to the bathroom, I collapse to my knees. Once again emptying the contents of my stomach, cursing myself for my weak stomach as more tears fall down my face.

I’ve always been like this, as soon as my anxiety or fears get the better of me I get physically sick. Something my mother would scold me for constantly, saying it was for attention. Maybe there was some truth to that, but as I feel Elias brush my hair back out of my face, I want nothing more than to be all alone. I hate having anyone see me like this, so vulnerable and broken. I’m always worried it will scare them away, but Elias hands me a washcloth and pulls me against his chest as he leans against the tub.

“Do you want to talk about this?” His voice is so calm and his accent is heavy. I want nothing more than to confide in Elias, he is my person, but how can I tell him without breaking his heart?

“I don’t know how to be a mom, certainly not a good one.” I respond once I’m able to even out my breathing again.

“Answer one question for me okay?” He looks down at me, and I can feel the weight of his question before it’s even left those pretty lips of his. “Do you really not want to have children, or do you not want to have kids because you feel like you aren’t good enough? Because if you genuinely do not want to have kids you can tell me, and we can still work, but if you are scared you aren’t good enough we need to work on that.”

“You have good parents that love each other, that love you. I’ve never had the same thing, how am I ever supposed to love a child properly?” My voice shakes, and as I watch the tears pool in Elias’ eyes, I feel awful. That’s a lot to unload on him. Yes, I’ve told him my parents divorced when I was younger, and that I wasn’t close with them now, but that one statement is more than I’ve ever shared.

“Kinsey, you show me every day how much you love me. You show your friends you care about them every chance you get. Hell, you even look after my teammates, and I know for a fact that you would go to the ends of the earth for anyone you care about. You know how to love others better than anyone I know.” Elias sighs, a tear slipping down his cheek, “I’m not saying you have to be a mom, that’s not my choice. All I’m saying is that you shouldn’t doubt yourself, and that no matter what you decide I love you.”

“You’re too good to me, you know that?” I smile at him, holding his cheek in the palm of my hand. “I’d kiss you, but I should probably brush my teeth first.”

Elias frowns at my words, eyes filling once again with concern. “You should probably go see a doctor, you haven’t been feeling well lately.”

“It’s just my anxiety Elias, I’m going to be okay.” I assure him, slowly getting to my feet. His hands go to my hips to steady me as I stand.

“If you’re that anxious it’s making you physically ill that’s not fine. I’m taking you to the doctor tomorrow okay?” He asks the question, but it’s evident that the only answer he is accepting is yes, so I just nod and help him to his feet.

As I brush my teeth, Elias’ arms wrap around me and he rests his chin on top of my head. He watches me closely in the mirror, a small smile playing on his lips. When I’m done, I turn in his arms and press up on my toes to kiss him gently. He holds me against him, and the kiss lasts longer than I had intended, but we quickly pull away when Ava starts crying.

“Go lay down, I’ve got her.” Elias says quickly, placing a kiss on my forehead and scurrying down the hall.

Once again, I hear Elias cooing softly to the girl in Swedish. Maybe with Elias’ help I could be a mom. All I know right now is that, if I were to become a parent with anyone it would be him.

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“Alright Miss Waters just a few questions for you real quick.” The doctor says, after finally entering the room Elias and I have been sitting in for what felt like an eternity. I shift uncomfortably on the bed, and the paper covering it crinkles loudly. “First, are you sexually active?”

My cheeks heat up slightly, and I look over at Elias who has a smirk on his face. “Yes.” I manage to answer, embarrassment rolling off of me.

“Okay, and is there any chance you could be pregnant?” This question has me laughing, and both the doctor and Elias look at me quizzically.

“I’m sorry-“ I manage to say, realizing no one else found the humour in the question. “No I’m not pregnant.”

“You sound pretty sure of that, how are you so certain? Are you on birth control?” The doctor's stare has my heartbeat increasing.

“N-no but I mean we always use condoms.” I manage to sputter out, and Elias reaches over and squeezes my hand.

“Right. Well I’m going to ask you to take a pregnancy test if you don’t mind, just to be 100% sure that’s not what’s causing the nausea. Although condoms are a fantastic contraceptive, they are only approximately 97% effective and that’s assuming they’re stored correctly and not expired.”

“Oh okay. Sure yeah.” I look over at Elias, but his gaze is now on the floor. The doctor places the little cup on the table in front of me, and directs me towards the washroom.

When I’ve finished up, I make my way back into the room, and hand the cup to the doctor. He explains the process quickly and shuffles off to complete the tests leaving Elias and I alone. “You okay?” Elias asks after a moment of silence.

“I’m not pregnant. Right?” I ask, my eyes pleading with him for the answer. He sends a sad smile back and kisses my cheek gently.

“We are going to find out babe, so don’t stress yourself out yet, but just so you know it doesn’t matter what that test says okay? If you aren’t pregnant and you want to be, great we will go home and get on that. If you are pregnant and you don’t want to be, then that’s okay too we can discuss our options. You are going to be okay. We are going to be okay.” He always knows what to say to make me feel better. I pull him into a hug, and he kisses my head. “I love you Kinsey.”

“I love you too Elias.”

After about 10 minutes, the doctor knocks on the door again. “The results of your tests are on this paper here.” He sets the paper on the table next to me. “I’ll give you two a chance to look at the results, and then I’ll be right back to do some blood work alright?” He doesn’t wait for a response, and quickly leaves the room again.

“You should read it first.” Elias says, picking up the paper handing it to me. I struggle taking the paper from him because my hands are shaking so much, but finally I unfold the paper.

A sigh of relief leaves my body as I fall against Elias’ chest, tears flowing down my cheeks. I can feel Elias deflate a little, but he quickly steadies himself wrapping me in his arms. He holds me close to him, and I feel safe in his arms. He’s home. He’s my family, we are a family.

“Can we get an apartment together?” My question has Elias pulling away, confusion evident on his face. We haven’t talked about moving in together yet, and maybe there was a reason for that. All I know is that after today, our relationship will never be the same.

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sunkissed-zegras · 2 months

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"i'll fill you up to the brim" and "I love the way you look when I'm inside you" with either quinn or luke

𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 | qh⁴³

♡ ─ word count | 327

♡ ─ warnings | NSFW under the cut, read at your own discretion. p in v, mention of cum, praise

♡ ─ ev's notes | i decided to do quinn because no one has been requesting for him :( ALSOOO i didn't use the exact prompt but it's kinda like it, hope you enjoy it nonetheless lmao

"Fuck, sweetheart." Quinn's groan filled the room as he slipped into you slowly, making your entire body shake with pleasure. His voice was rough as he slowly bottomed you out, your cunt clenching around him. The stretch burned but you knew the pain would subside as you got used to his length. You moaned at the feeling of being so full, you could swore you could feel him in your guts.

Quinn's head fell back as he bottomed you out, "Shit. Gonna fill you up, huh sweetheart?"

You nodded quickly as he began to fuck into you, his hands holding down your hips so you couldn't move. As his thrusts grew deeper and faster, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. The sound of your moans combined with the sloppy noises in between was music to Quinn's ears as he kept his pace fast and deep, the way you liked it.

One of Quinn's hands clasped your neck in an effort to ground himself as he rammed into your cunt roughly, he didn't wanna cum so quick. But as he felt you clench around his cock, he knew you were close too.

"Love the way you look when I'm inside you, baby. You look so fucking good." Quinn rasped as his mouth attacked your neck, sucking on your pulse point.

"So close, Quinny, so close." You whimpered out as your fingers gripped his hair roughly, your head falling back into the pillow.

"Cum for me, princess. You can do it, come on." Quinn praised as he kept thrusting in and out of you, not slowing down as he felt you clench around him.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!" You cried out loudly as you shook, letting the orgasm wash over you. Quinn was close behind you, keeping his pace quick as he felt his own orgasm coming.

"Me too, baby." He finally spilled into you, letting his cum drip outside of your cunt as he pulled out.

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Touch Tank—

Quinn Hughes x Reader

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luvhughes43 · 1 year

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valentine | quinn hughes x reader

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part two

summary: y/n has always been in love with quinn hughes but he's never known it. Everything comes to a head when reader finds out Quinn has a girlfriend. y/n is looking back at their relationship and wishing she could be with quinn.

lyrics: “All i wanna ask is, somewhere down the line, won't you be my valentine” and “If only you could see me crying, then you’d understand my symptoms”

word count: 2.4k

You sat alone on the floor of your apartment, drinking cheap wine to drown out your sorrows. You knew that this was your fault, that if you had just said something to Quinn that he wouldn't be off with somebody else.

You had known from a young age that you had loved Quinn Hughes. You could feel it every time you were near him, the butterflies, and the delirious happiness.

When you had first gotten accepted into UBC in vancouver, you thought it would be over for your friendship with Quinn. But then a year later he got drafted and was moving to van… and you swore you guys were just destined to be with each other. Which is why you decided to just love him from afar.

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_quinnhughes: back at the lake🏊‍♂️💙

“I just don't want to feel used, y'know?” quinn had said one night while you, the guys, and some of their girlfriends were sitting around the campfire at the lakehouse.

“dude you don't have to get committed to see someone”

“Yeah well still” quinn had shrugged the guys dating related questions off. It made you feel guilty. Knowing that you loved him and he didn't want to feel taken advantage of. You thought that if he had known how you felt about him that he would feel like you were taking advantage of your guy's friendship. So you decided all those summers ago that you wouldn't tell him your feelings. You had thought that they would go away in time. They hadn't.

“QUINNY!” You shrieked as he splashed you with the lake water. He rushed over to you in the water, placing his hands on your waist and lifting you up in the air. “I can't breathe!” you shrieked again tilting your head up to face the sky, laughing as he spun the two of you around.

“Stop screaming!” he yelled as he laughed with you. A few seconds later his arms got tired and he lowered you back into the water. You two were so close, you could have counted his eyelashes if you wanted to. “Quinn…” Your voice was breathy and you thought Quinn looked too serious for what was happening. He was looking down at your face hard, and you couldn't read his expression… his mouth was slightly parted.

“QUINN! Y/N! DINNER!” Ellen Hughes yelled from the back porch. Quinn took a few steps backwards. You heard the sliding door close, but you didn't move to go to it. You were solely focused on Quinn and how he was looking at you just a minute ago. “y/n we should go” he whispered as he gestured towards the sliding door. “Yeah… I just…” you let your words fall, still looking up at Quinn curiously.

He nodded his head quietly, and led the way back to your towels, and then inside.

You took another swig of your wine. You let your eyes wander around the apartment and you couldn’t help but think of all the things you and Quinn had experienced together. Every little thing reminded you of him. From a wet towel laying on your floor, to a book on your shelf that he had let you borrow, you felt his presence everywhere.

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y/nuser: i just can’t have enough of a good time🥂🌃

You were at a party in downtown vancouver. Elias had invited you to come out with him and the team, claiming that Quinn was feeling down about the team's recent string of losses. You dressed all up, thinking that maybe Quinn would maybe just ask you out already.

When you got to the party, it was clear Quinn was no longer upset about the team's losses. He was chatting up a pretty blonde, and you felt your heart break a little. So you did the only thing that you knew would help, get a drink. You wandered around looking for the kitchen, and when you found it Elias was there chatting up a guy you’d never seen before. “y/n! You came!” he met you halfway into the kitchen, throwing an arm around your shoulders and dragging you back towards his friend. He introduced you, but you didn't feel like talking.

Soon enough, Elias' friend disappeared and Elias turned to you with a frown on your face. “What's wrong?” he said simply with concern etched onto his face.

“Nothing I can't deal with” you sighed out, walking over to the various bottles of alcohol on the counter. You grabbed a solo cup, and filled it with the first thing your hand touched.

“Is this about Quinn?” Elias said as he looked at your full cup.

You hung your head low and took a quick swig of your drink, coughing as soon as the bitterness of the liquid hit your tongue. “I don't know what you’re talking about”

“I know that you have… strong feelings for him,” he said leaning against the counter across from you. You took another swig.

“He's talking to someone right now,” is what you managed to mumble out as you felt the lump in your throat tighten.

“You need to tell him how you feel. It's not doing you any good" Elias spoke as he grabbed your wrist, lightly pulling your cup away from its resting place against your lips. “I'll tell him” and Elias knew you were lying as you brought the cup back to your lips.

“Im serious y/n this isn't healthy” he said sternly, causing you to roll your eyes and ignore the sudden sadness you were feeling.

“Alcohol will help me build courage! Just give me a few minutes” you turned back to the counter, ignoring Elias' discouragements as you poured more liquor into your cup.

After a lot more drinking, much to Elias disapproval, you found yourself back in the main area. You watched Quinn talk to someone, luckily it wasn't the girl from earlier, but a random guy. He must've sensed you were looking at him, because as soon as he caught your eye, he was dismissing whoever he was talking to and made his way towards you.

“When did you get here? I didn't see you come in” you giggled at the way his eyebrows pinched together as he tried to figure out when you got here.

“I was here the whollee time!” you giggled out, grabbing onto Quinn's arm as you stumbled a bit. He grabbed onto your waist to set you upright, and once again you found yourselves close to one another. “Quinny…” you whispered out, shutting your eyes.

“Shh it's okay i've got you,” he led you out and to the door, “do you have all of your stuff? I'm just gonna take you home” he said as he looked you up and down.

“No Quinn, wait!” you insisted, pulling him to a stop outside. “I reallyyy have to tell you something” you shut your eyes once again remembering what Elias told you.

Before you could say anything though, you felt the cool chill of the winter Vancouver weather, and it sobered you enough to realize what you were about to do. About to confess… you opened your eyes to find Quinn looking down at you. You hadn't even realized that he was holding onto your arm. “I don't…” you begin but he interrupted you with a gentle voice, “come on it's cold out, we can talk about this in the morning”. He tugged on your arm and you followed him into his car and back to your apartment. You never brought it up.

You got up off your bedroom floor, padding across the hardwood into your living room. You set your empty wine bottle on the floor and flopped onto the couch. Pulling a canucks blanket that was gifted to you by Quinn over your head. You snuggled up into it, hoping all the alcohol would make you forget everything you were feeling.

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Eventually, you got too hot with the alcohol in your system and the blanket twisted around you. You got up off the couch and slid your balcony door open. You walked out towards the edge, sitting right next to the glass fence. Leaning your head against the glass, you felt the chill in the air on your warm skin, taking you back. walking around downtown at night was a thing you and Quinn did often. It’s been awhile since you last went out.

You and Quinn were walking the streets of Vancouver late at night. “So then Vanessa went out with this guy right? And anyway she dragged me to this bar and-’ you stopped, realizing that quinn wasn't right beside you like he always was. You panicked for a second, before turning around “Quinny?” you called out in the dark. He was a few steps behind you.

“Uh yeah sorry, continue” he smiled softly as he caught up with you, both of you now standing side by side.

“What's wrong?” you asked.

“Nothing, you're just really pretty” you felt your face heat up as his words hit you.

“You're not too bad yourself” you joked, shoving into him with your shoulder, playfully trying to ease the butterflies in your stomach.

Quinn smiled at you before looking away. There was a few seconds pause before you started up your story again,

“And there was this guy who was trying to hit on me-” Quinn frowned. “And anyway, he had his drink in his hand right? and so Vnessa came over to me angry of course, because the guy she was trying to meet up with ended up ghosting her, so she knocked into the guy who was talking to me right?”, you looked over and Quinn promptly nodded so you looked back ahead of you, “well the guy spills his beer ALL over me! Like in my hair and-”

“Why are you friends with Vanessa? She's not really nice '' Quinn interrupted your story with a question.

“Honestly, I don't really know. She was the first friend I met at uni so I dont know… i’d feel bad if I stopped being friends with her” you and Quinn walked in silence for a bit.

“So the guy spilled beer in your hair and…?” Quinn prompted,

“Right, and anyway the whole thing was awful. I'm just not sure I'm destined to meet a guy you know?” you said, looking up at Quinn. “Like all my life I've been waiting for someone and it's just… never happened” He looked like he was thinking hard about what you had just said, brows furrowed and eyes strained.

“I don't think you’re destined to be alone” he whispered and it made you stop in your tracks, turning over to look at him.

“What do you mean by that?” you asked softly, hoping he would just ask you out already. You thought that you sensed it was about to happen, with the way he was looking at you… and the way in which he called you pretty only a few minutes ago.

Quinn shook his head instead, “I just meant that you shouldn't worry about ending up alone”.

You deflated. “I just wish I’d get with the perfect person soon”

“I could set you up with someone?” Quinn asked, and you felt that familiar lump in your throat. He didn't like you back.

“No i'm fine” you pathetically tried to laugh it off but the energy wasn't the same anymore. The walk back to your apartment was excruciating.

6 months ago

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jackhughes: the boys + girl are back

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The boys had a small break, so you all met up in New Jersey to hang out with Jack and the Hughes brothers. You were always close with them, having basically grown up with them, so it was no surprise to anyone when you also booked a plane ticket for the trip.

The boys had wanted to go out clubbing in NYC, so of course you went too. You had ulterior motives to spend more time with Quinn. After what happened on one of your walks, things feft more… awkward. There was tension in the air whenever the two of you were together, and as a result you were spending much less time with each other.

As soon as you got to the bar you ditched the boys to wait in line for a drink. It was a Saturday, so the line was long. You didn't get back to where the boys were partying until about 15 minutes later.

When you reached their area, Quinn had a blonde practically tucked into his side. He had never been so forward before, but you didn't know that for sure. You hadn't gone out with him in a while.

“y/nnnie look at Quinner, he's finally taking our advice and talking to a girl! Isn't this great!” Trevor Zegras shouted into your ear so you could hear him above the music. You frowned. “....orrr not!” Trevor said upon seeing your reaction, he left your side to wallow.

You watched from the table as Quinn chatted up the blonde all night. Your friends tried to pull you into their conversations but you weren't interested.

Eventually Quinn caught your eye, he gave you a half smile, shrugging his shoulders in a ‘what can you do’ gesture, before turning his attention back to the blonde who was now stroking his left arm.

You left the bar early that night.

3 days ago

You shut your phone immediately upon seeing the threads and tweets speculating that Quinn was seeing someone. Your heart ached, and you took the day off to lay in bed and cry. Wondering that if Quinn saw your sadness, and symptoms of liking him, if that would change anything at all.

You walked back inside your apartment. Shutting the sliding door tight behind you. You couldn't stop thinking about Quinn and your guy's relationship. You knew being friends with him would never be enough for you. You needed and wanted more, and he didnt know how you felt at all.

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huggybug · 2 years

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the love connection - elias pettersson

word count: 3.1k words

note: idk how i feel about this but it’s fine! we’re fine! also my brain is all over the place so sorry if this is kinda bad. anyways welcome to 3k of me being sad about the season being over😔 and special thank u to @gigglyparker for helping me w this ily <33

You shouldn’t have done it like this. It was supposed to be done over dinner after the playoff run that you were so sure they’d get, not through a lousy voicemail you left mid game as he was in Edmonton for their last game of the season. The guilt was almost enough to deter you from doing it but you knew that you had already waited too long. It wasn’t fair for you to keep Elias, he deserved better.

It took you two hours to pack everything you owned and get it out of Elias’ apartment which had also somehow became yours despite your apartment being across town, completely suitable to live in. You were up and out of his place before he got home that night, flying in late after their game in Edmonton. He didn’t know that, calling for you when he opened the door only to be met with silence. The first thing he noticed was that your big stupid fluffy blanket that you demanded always stayed on the couch was gone. He set his bag down before venturing further into the apartment, only to find your key on the counter, now separated from your keychain that it was usually kept on.

He called your name again, a little more panicked but when the apartment stayed silent, he reached for his phone, he pulled it out to see that he’d missed a call from you and there was a voicemail as well. He hadn’t even gotten the chance to look at his phone before now, too busy with the boys and trying to figure out when he was able to leave Vancouver. He played the voicemail, holding the phone up to his ear as your voice flowed through the speaker.

“Elias… hi. Look I know this is such a shitty thing to do but I just can’t do it when you have a chance to talk me out of it. I need you to know that you didn’t do anything wrong. As cliche as it is, it’s not you… it’s me. This is just something I need to do and I think we’ll both be better off because of it. So… don’t try to call or text me, I’ve already blocked your number. We both need this, okay? And we need a clean break or it’ll be too hard. I think I’ve talked myself out of this 10 times by now but… it needs to be done. I’m sorry E” He sat staring blankly at the wall as the message ended. That’s it? Almost a year long relationship just ended that easily? Elias wasn’t sure what to do with himself. His head was spinning with how out of the blue this was. He thought you were happy, that you were in love. He’d never been so blatantly confused.

…

You thought it was all a joke at the beginning; Elias somehow seemed to recognize you and pick you out of the crowd at the rare game you attended, and always delivered on passing you a puck. It truly didn’t seem real, almost as if it was a strange coincidence that it kept happening. Once could have been a funny story, twice was a fluke, but three times… it was a little harder to explain.

(1)

“Shut up! He’s totally looking at you” You rolled your eyes with a smile on your face as your friend nudged your arm. The he in question was one of the Canucks players that were warming up in front of you.

“There’s like fifty people he could be looking at, we’re kind of in a huge crowd right now”

“Oh my god look” Your attention goes in the direction she’s looking to see Elias making his way over to your side. He stopped to bend down and pick up a puck and the little kids around you all started to get riled up when he stopped in front of the corner you were standing in. At this point, you hated your friend for forcing you right against the glass where she claimed you had to be because how else would she get the good quality Quinn pictures? You’re brought back to reality when you feel smacking on your arm and you hear something hitting the glass. You look to see Elias tapping the puck on the glass and most definitely looking at you. He smiles quickly before stepping back and tossing the puck over which you catch easily. Your friend is busy bruising your arm as you gaze at Elias who simply smiles and skates away, continuing his warm up like nothing happened.

(2)

“You’ve got to go down there again” You laughed when your friend dragged you down the stairs at Rogers Arena for the second time.

“I don’t know what you expect to happen”

“He’s gonna see you. Trust me Y/n, there was a connection last time, he totally loves you” She said excitedly, finally stopping when you reach the glass on the Canucks side.

“A love connection?” You ask, totally humoured by her excitement.

“Exactly!” She exclaimed, which made you laugh. “Gosh you could’ve at least worn something to support your boyfriend” She gave your Av’s hat a distasteful look as she straightened out her own Canucks jersey.

“He’s not my boyfriend, you freak and Colorado is much better of a team, thank you very much” It was honestly the only reason you agreed to come tonight. She had been bugging you to come to another game, to test the ‘love connection’ of course, but you had turned down ever offer until you realized the Av’s were in town.

“Just wait… I bet you’ll be official by the end of the year”

“You’re insane, I’ve never talked to him and he’s a professional athlete, it’s not going to happen”

“Shh your boy’s here” You rolled your eyes but turned to watch the team come out onto the ice. It was about five minutes in when Elias came over, once again looking at you. You couldn’t even deny it this time, you were in an area where there weren’t many people and your friend was way too busy planning your life with Elias to hear your protests anyways. He skated up, juggling a puck on his stick as he flicked his gaze to you. He scrunched up his face as he tapped his own head, gesturing to yours and you laughed as you adjusted your Colorado hat proudly. He smiled and nodded at you before tossing the puck over from the blade of his stick.

(3)

You were in the corner this time, your friend had called for a much bigger group to attend tonight’s game, claiming they needed to witness the love connection before the season was over. “This is incredibly unnecessary”

“We need witnesses, this is your epic love story Y/n/n” Your friend announced and you laughed.

You stood sandwiched between your friends and watched as Elias skated backwards, colliding with the boards right in front of you and waiting for a moment. A couple of your friends had their phones out, surely snapping pictures and videos but you stayed frozen, hoping they’d stop because you could feel the heat rushing over your body. Elias left a few seconds later only to come back with a puck on his stick, tapping the glass with the blade before tossing the puck over for you. You shook your head with a smile, holding the puck up and he grinned before skating away.

“You’re going to be so happy I got that on video, we can play it at your wedding!” You groan at your friends incessant dreaming. Although you would be lying if you said the little routine was getting old, yet if it was going to continue, you’d have to start giving pucks away or else your apartment will end up a hockey equipment room.

It wasn’t supposed to ever go this far. Elias getting you a puck whenever he saw you at a game had somehow led to running into him and him getting your number.

“Dude, it’s the girl” Your curiosity got the best of you as you tore your attention away from your laptop when you heard the voice. You look up to find three men staring at you, two of them looking away quickly when they realize they’ve been caught and the third, sending you a small smile before turning away. You weren’t stupid, you recognized them immediately but you didn’t want to bother them so you stayed in your seat and tried to focus back on your work. You didn’t look back to the group of boys which took more willpower than you’d like to admit but your focus was broken when someone bumped into the empty chair across from you at your table in the coffee shop.

“Do you like hockey?” You raise an eyebrow when you look up to see Elias Pettersson standing in front of you. Looking past him, you see Quinn and Brock who are laughing at their friend’s horrible first line.

“I don’t hate it” You answered as you held back laughter, honestly curious to see where he was going with this.

“I’m sorry I just… do you go to Canucks games?” You bit your cheek at the possibility of him remembering you. The past few times you’d gone to a game, your friends had dragged you down to ice-level for warmups because ‘it’s the only way to get the full experience’ and you were 3 for 3 in getting a puck from none other than Mr. Elias Pettersson himself.

“I’ve been to a few recently, yeah” Elias’ eyes widened a little before he regained his composure. Brock and Quinn were still shaking their heads at him even though they could barely hear the conversation. “Although I’m assuming you already know that?” Elias looks like he’s been caught and it only feeds your amusement.

“I thought you looked familiar” His cheeks flushed and you grinned.

“Any reason you’ve been throwing pucks at me Mr. Pettersson?”

“I had to get your attention somehow” Elias shrugged. His shy demeanor was quite frankly, shocking to you. You wouldn’t have expected someone with the job and lifestyle that he has to be so reserved.

“Well congratulations, you’ve definitely got it”

“Does that mean you’d like to go out sometime?” Elias looked nervous but you found it endearing.

“Are you asking me on a date?” He nodded shyly and you laughed. “I’d love to”

“See? I did it with my words this time” Elias said proudly, which made you laugh again.

“Took you long enough, I’m running out of space for all these pucks”

Agreeing to getting coffee had turned into date after date and before you knew it, you were in a full fledged relationship with an NHL player.

You had convinced yourself it would be a fling. Maybe a couple months of casual dates and hanging out. It was not supposed to end with you crying in your apartment, hating yourself for what you did. The breakup was your choice. Your fault. You self-sabotaged. Which meant you had no reason to be upset. However, seeing Elias living his best life, traipsing around Europe didn’t make anything easier.

…

“You’re back” You breath hitched when you came face to face with him for the first time in four months. It seemed like a cruel joke that the spot you ran into him just happened to be the coffee shop that you had met in last year.

“I’m back” Elias said quietly, distracted by how familiar yet different you looked. The busy café seemed to slow down when your eyes locked on his. The noise dulled and you swear that you could hear your own heart beating. “How have you been?” You almost snorted at his question, thinking of how you could say ‘horrible and this was the worst summer of my life, please take me back’ without sounding desperate.

“Fine, you?” You weren’t fine. This summer felt like torture and every second that you spent away from Elias was painful.

“Amazing” It was silent for a beat and you were about to turn around, give a simple goodbye, and leave without turning back for your own sake but Elias spoke up. “Why did you do it?”

“This really isn’t the place Elias” You sighed, looking around at the people who had already looked over when the realized it was the Elias Pettersson.

“Can we talk then?” You wanted to say no, to leave and hopefully never see him again but the other part of you was so desperate for anything from him that one more conversation seemed like a major win.

…

“I want an explanation” He said as soon as you stepped outside.

“Elias-”

“No. You left me with no warning, I want to know why” Elias was stubborn and as it was in your relationship, you were incredibly annoyed by it.

“It just wasn’t the right time”

“That’s crap” He scoffs and you roll your eyes.

“You can’t ask for a reason and then get mad when I give you one”

“I won’t be mad when you tell me the real reason” He said simply and you huffed. Of course he knew that wasn’t it. It was Elias, the man that knew you better than you knew yourself. He would obviously be able to tell when you were lying.

“You were going to Sweden… it was going to be too hard” You were terrified of Elias leaving. It already sucked when he left on road trips but that was only for a week or two at a time, this would be four months without him.

“We should’ve talked, we could’ve worked it out”

“No Elias… I didn’t think I could function with you being gone and I know that’s dramatic but… well it doesn’t matter now anyways” It was over, you had made sure of that all those months ago when you made the call.

“It does matter” He sighed, stopping to look at you.

“I couldn’t deal with you leaving. I thought that if I ended it on my own terms, it wouldn’t hurt so much” Your confession slipped out and you regretted it immediately.

“How’d that work out?” Elias broke the silence while smirking and you were terribly close to smacking it off his face but you refrained.

“Amazing, you asshole, thank you” You smiled sarcastically and he laughed a bit. The lighter mood brought a small smile to both of your faces as you walked down the sidewalk together. You weren’t sure where you were going especially since your car was parked the other way but you didn’t say anything.

“Don’t call me an asshole, I’m not the one who broke up with you on voicemail”

“That’s a little uncalled for” You grumbled. “I’m sorry, okay? It was stupid and immature but I figured four months apart would be torture so it was easier to just end it”

“Do you love me?”

“What?” You asked, unsure if you heard him wrong.

“What didn’t you hear?” He replied and you narrowed your eyes at him. Elias Pettersson was a major pain in your ass and he wasn’t about to change.

“This isn’t what I agreed to talking about E” Your stomach was doing flips and you felt lightheaded.

“I know you didn’t actually want to break up with me and now that I know it was for a bad reason…”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Just answer me”

“Fine, yes, I love you” You confessed. “I saw you had quite the summer though. Did our breakup really not affect you?” You watched through instagram as he travelled to Greece and Rome before coming back to visit Quinn in Michigan. It was hard seeing him have what seemed like a dream summer break while you were suffering in Vancouver.

“No” He answered simply and you paled. “Because I knew we’d get back together”

“We’re not back together” You pointed out and he smiled.

“Give me a minute” He said quickly before taking a deep breath. “I love you and I can’t pretend like I understand why you broke up with me but I don’t care because I want you. If you don’t want me to leave then come with me. I’ll get you a spot on our plane and you can come on every road trip this season. I’ve already gotten you stuff at my house in Sweden, I was ready for you to come this year” Your heart is pounding and you’re waiting for him to tell you he’s joking but when his expression stays serious, you know that’s not the case.

“Really?” You ask cautiously and he nods to confirm. “I’m terrified of losing you Elias”

“I promise you… I’m not going anywhere, you’re all I want, love” He holds out his hand hesitantly and you grab it, looking up at him with a wide grin on your face.

“We’ve come a long way, hey?” You ask him and he looks at you funnily.

“Why because I don’t have to throw pucks at you anymore?” He asked and you smiled as you squeezed his hand in yours.

“Mhm” He laughs lightly and you tug him down so that he’s a little closer to you. “I love you, E”

“I love you too, now come on” he kisses your forehead quickly before taking off while dragging you behind him.

“Where are we going?” You ask as pulls you down the sidewalk.

“I need to get you a puck” You laugh loudly as he leads the way to Rogers Arena where he was already heading for a morning practice which he was now almost late for. You talked a bit as you walked down the streets of Vancouver, more Elias telling you all about his new house in Sweden and how excited he was for you to see it next summer. Thankfully, the arena wasn’t too far from your coffee shop and you were there in less than 15 minutes. You tried to ignore Brock and Quinn’s knowing looks when they saw you but you couldn’t maintain your straight face when they attacked you in hugs.

Elias presented you with your puck and kissed you in an empty hall of Rogers Arena and while it was probably silly, you both thought it was romantic which is all that mattered.

“I’ll see you after?” He asks, slowly walking away after Quinn came to warn him that practice was starting soon.

“Sure… oh and Elias?” He turned back with bright eyes, humming to acknowledge you. “I won’t need a spot on your plane, I think I’ll be okay” You grin and he shakes his head while laughing.

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