#elias samson x reader

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Wrestling Threesome Fics

Andrade Cien Almas/Reader/Dean Ambrose : Choose Me (AR, A, Ficlet)

Bobby Fish x Reader x Kyle O’Reilly : Our Princess (AR, S, threesome)

Dean Ambrose vs. Shane McMahon for Y/N : Who’s It Gonna Be? (AR, F, A)

Elias x Reader x Roman Reigns : Chained to the Wall (S, Threesome)

Jordan Devlin x Reader x Finn Balor : Teacher and Student (AK, S, Threesome, no M|M)

Revival/ FTR (Scott Dawson and Dash Wilder) : Hands Everywhere (AR, S, Threesome)

Roman Reigns x Reader x Drew McIntyre : Cheek to Cheek

Tommaso Ciampa x Reader x Johnny Gargano : Just a Thing (AR, S)

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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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Heyy! If you’re feeling it could I get a head canon for the shield boys and Elias’s reactions to that one tiktok prank where the girl puts her hair up in front of his lap and he thinks she’s gonna blow him? Thanks!

The Shield/ Elias Samson Tik Tok Prank Hc

WARNINGS: nothing  concerning, mentions of sexual content, the guy's minds are in the gutter [obviously]

A/N: TUMBLR BEING A DOUCHE AND HIDING MY POSTS!

Roman Reigns;

Roman sat on the couch, engrossed in the football game.

He let out a whine as blocked his view.

His eyes slightly widened a bit as he saw you kneel in front of him.

Roman licked his lips. His eyes darkening with lust. As he felt his erection grow. Roman grew aroused as you tied your hair up in front of his lap. Thinking you were going to give him a blowjob, you had his full attention now.

You smiled at him as you grabbed the remote from underneath the couch. Holding it up in front of you with a cheeky smile.

“You little devil,” Roman grumbled, as you got up.

“It’s a TikTok prank,” You laughed, as he got up wrapping his arms around you, and pulling you closer to his body.

“You got me all hot and bothered,” Roman growled into your ear.

“Not my fault your mind went to the gutter,” You laughed.

“Oh, you are going to get punished, baby girl,” He growled…

Seth Rollins;

Seth saw you coming towards him in the corner of his eye.  

“Move baby,” He whined, as you kneeled in front of him. Tying your hair up. Seth gave you his full attention as a smirk graced his lips.

You leaned closer to his crotch, making Seth let out a gasp, you quickly grabbed the discarded lipstick you put underneath the bed.

Bringing it up to your face with a bright smile. Seth’s smirk dropped into a frown, as he hit the lipstick out of your hand.

“Stop being a tease, you know what happens to naughty girls,” He whined out. Making you laugh as you got up…

Dean Ambrose;

Dean let out a groan as he impatiently tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. Waiting for the red light to turn green.

You quickly tied your hair up, leaning closer to Dean’s crotch, Dean quickly undid his belt, then his jeans, only for you to grab the bottle of water, and rest your head back. Drinking the bottle of water as Dean looked at you dumbfounded.

“You are so going to get it when we get home,” He mumbled. Making you let out a chuckle…

Elias Samson;

Elias strummed his guitar, softly, humming to himself as he sang some lyrics.

His strumming got softer as he saw you walk up to him. standing in front of him. You pushed his knees apart. Kneeling in front of him, as you tied your hair up in a bun.

Elias shifted slightly on his seat, putting his guitar to the side, as you lower your head down to his crotch.

Elias’s fingers fumbled with his belt. He stopped as he saw you bringing a remote up to your face smiling at him.

All the arousal he felt slowly disappearing as he stared at you in disbelief. You quickly sat next to him, while he continued to stare at you in disbelief….

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Hey beautiful! I'm always afraid to ask for a NSFW headcanons or oneshots but you write them so beautifully, so I thought I would ask. Will you write a HC for Elias with blindfolded NSFW activities 👉👈😏

Hi gorgeous ❤️ Aww, what an honor 🥰 This is so sweet, thank you 💕 And Oh yes, this sounds fun 😏

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A fun thing happens when you block one of your senses

Is that all the others seem to jump in alert

It’s interesting how one little thing can change everything so drastically

Once that blindfold covers your eyes

A whole new world lays in front of you

“We’ll explore each and every one of your senses, baby doll” Was the only heads up you got before this whole scene started

“First, we’ll start with hearing” Elias said and you could feel his presence behind you

“Are you ready for what I have in store for you tonight, Y/N?” His lips were glued to your ear, and you were able to really pay attention to his voice for the first time

“Yes, sir”

“I don’t think you are” He chuckled “You see, to really understand where you’re going you gotta let me guide you” His voice sounded deeper, darker “You need to open yourself up to me” Huskier “Will you do that, Y/N?”

“Yes, sir” You moaned

“Will you let me do whatever I want? Use your beautiful body to my pleasure and take you on a journey you’ll never forget?” His voice alone was already making wonders for your arousal

“Yes, sir” You gasped

“Touch” You heard the smile on his voice “It’s our next one” He took your hand and placed on his abs, you traced every single one of his muscles. Feeling how strong they were and how they contracted at your slightest touch

At the same time his own hands explored your naked body and you never felt more exposed. His fingertips softly playing with your nipples, while his other hand explored your thighs

Then his hand left your body to place your other hand around his hard cock

You slid your hand up and down while his own fingers found their way to your clit

Spreading your wetness through the folds, sliding his finger through them

“Smell” He whispered, and you could feel the warmth from what you assumed it was his neck, close to your nose

The smell of his cologne, mixed with soap and the smell of his skin was inebriating

You could feel yourself getting dizzy from his presence

His energy around you was becoming too much to handle it

“Taste” His lips brushed against your lips before being replaced by something else

Something sweet and familiar

Which took you only a few seconds to realize it was one of your favorite things ever

Chocolate covered strawberries

You moaned and took a bite of it, the taste being so familiar but at the same time so foreigner to you

Soon after the strawberry was replaced again

By his lips

He kissed you deeply, the sweet taste of the chocolate and strawberries mixed with the sweetness of his own lips was addictive

Suddenly Elias pulled back and you were placed on your knees

Against your lips rest something warm and heavy

That taste like skin

Then something wet and salty hits your tongue

The all so delicious taste of his precum takes over your mouth

“How does that taste, baby doll?” You heard the smirk on his voice

“Heavenly” You smiled and opened your mouth even more

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Surprising Him

Elias x Reader

(Y/N) surprises him at Monday Night Raw after not getting to see him for a few weeks.

Warnings: Angst. Mainly Fluff.

Words: 2,676

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It’s been too long since I’ve seen my boyfriend. Three weeks with nothing but FaceTime and iMessage back and forth. I missed his face so much. Yeah, I know I saw it on the screen but it just isn’t the same.

I miss his face close to mine. I miss his face tucked into the crook of my neck. I miss his beard tickling me as he kissed down my body. I miss his scent. I miss the warmth that emanated from his body. I miss his deep voice. I miss him.

For the past few days, he tried to dismiss it but I could sense he was upset. If I had to guess, I’d probably say he was just bummed that we couldn’t be together on our first anniversary. He always said he wanted to be home, so we could have a private dinner, just ourselves, and enjoy our company. But unfortunately, his work schedule didn’t play in our favor. 

Initially, he asked for a couple of days off and they granted them, but a week ago, after Raw, he was informed that he was needed on the show on our anniversary day. He was so disappointed, and almost embarrassed when he called me to tell the news and call our plans off. I shrugged it off, obviously, and tried to comfort him. 

It wasn’t his fault, so I definitely didn’t want to make him feel even worse. Plus, it was very likely that it meant a huge improvement in his career and in his current storyline. Deep down he knew I was right, but I think he might have gotten the wrong idea. I had the slight feeling that he thought I was okay with not seeing him and not celebrating our anniversary. 

But it was the complete opposite. I was so heartbroken with the news of our now cancelled plans, but I didn’t want him to feel guilty or sadder about it. I moped around for some time, bummed about not seeing my husband, until I had a lightbulb moment. 

If he couldn’t come to me, I’d go to him.

How had I not thought about it before? Seriously, so dumb of me. It’s a special date for us, and I can definitely arrange to take some days off work. It will be perfect. 

I grab my laptop, my credit card and my phone and head to the sofa, ready to start booking my flight and arrange some nice hotel room for us. It took me about an hour and a half and lots of surfing the internet and scheduling to do it all, but it’s all finally set. 

Seattle is waiting for me! In three days, I’m going to surprise my husband on our anniversary. It’s going to be unforgettable. It’s not what we had planned or wished, but what truly matters is that we’ll be together. 

I decided not to tell him anything about my trip. It’s kind of rude, I know, but I’m definitely not trying to torture him. If I’m being honest, I just can’t wait to see the look on his face, always full of love and lighting up when his eyes land on me, especially after some time apart. And I can’t wait to have his arms around me, holding me tight against his warm and broad chest.

Three days later...

It’s finally here! Today’s the day. I’m already on the plane, 10 minutes away from landing in Seattle. I am so anxious, my stomach is flipping. I’ve got jitters just thinking about how close I am to seeing him. I swear I feel like a teenager on her way to meet her crush all over again. Help!

I’m bouncing my leg nervously, as I look through the window, watching the city come closer and closer in sight. When we finally land, I swear my legs tremble like jelly, I can barely stand up for a few seconds. It’s almost hilarious. I mean, he’s my husband and I feel like I’m about to go on a first date or something. I love how we still get this feeling about and around each other. 

Once I check out, I call an Uber as I go wait outside the airport. In less than 20 minutes, I’ll be entering the arena. Oh God, the chills running through my body just thinking about his warmth enveloping me. 

The Uber arrived in no time and the trip down to the arena was quicker than I expected. Thankfully though! The anticipation is killing me! 

I step out of the car, thanking the driver before he drives off. I reach my phone so I can pay for the ride, and give him a tip as well because he was so nice the whole time. When I’m done, I stare at the gigantic building in front of me, taking in the sight before texting Nattie, who was my inside girl. 

“I’m outside!” I write, barely holding onto my phone as my hands shake nervously. 

A few seconds later, it beeps, signalling a new message. “Don’t move! I’ll be there in 5. So exciteeeeed!”

I smile as I read Nattie’s text. Of course she’s excited, she’s all about surprises and parties and helping out her friends. I love her, she’s a great friend, I just wish I could see her often. 

“GIRL!” I hear her voice coming out of the building, making me turn as I spot her running towards me with a huge smile on her face. “How are you? I missed you so much!” She squeals excitedly, pulling me into a hug. 

“I missed you too, Nattie! And I’m better now that I’m here.” I admit, feeling myself blush a bit as we pull back and she fully faces me.

“Yeah, now that you’re about to see your man, you mean.” Nattie teases playfully, shooting me a knowing grin and earning a genuine laugh from me. “Let’s go inside.” She says, wrapping her arm around my shoulders and leading me through the front doors. 

We walk through God knows how many halls, carefully so Elias doesn’t spot me earlier than expected, until we finally arrive at the women’s locker room. As we step inside, all eyes turn to us. Some of them, I already met, the others I haven’t but Nattie quickly solved that problem by introducing me to everyone. And they are so nice! 

“Don’t be nervous! Elias will love your surprise.” Alexa said. 

“I bet he misses you so bad, he’s going to loooooooove it.” Nia replied.

“He won’t even see it coming. I want to see the look on his face when he sees you!” Lana added. 

Everyone was trying to support me and calm me down, I guess my nerves were that palpable. But being with them, eased me off. I’m feeling so much better, and I’m so ready to see my man. 

It’s been almost 2 hours since I’ve arrived. Raw is halfway through and we’re watching Elias’ segment. My stomach twists in nervousness from both his segment and our imminent encounter. God, I truly missed him. 

I watch him intently as he plays his guitar in the middle of the ring, only to be interrupted by Randy Orton who proceeds to attack him. They engage in a rough fight, making my heart contract in fear for Elias. I’m always so scared he’ll get hurt. He’s been there before and it wasn’t easy at all. 

The match finally ends. I look proudly at Elias through the screen, he’s all sweaty and there’s a bit of blood on his forehead but... I am so proud of him. All of his hard work is finally paying off. He so deserves everything good this world has to offer. 

“It’s time!!!” Nattie yells, clapping her hands enthusiastically, snapping me out of my thoughts. “C’mon (Y/N)!” She insists, extending her hand to me. I take her hand before getting up and following her lead. “Charly texted me, Elias is getting his forehead looked at by the medics, so we’re waiting for him outside the examination room.” 

“Okay, let’s go!” I say, taking a deep breath.

She squeezes my hand a couple of times as we walk towards the room, shooting me a couple of reassuring smiles along the way. Five minutes later, we arrived at the door signaled as examination room. 

“Now we only have to wait.” Nattie smiles, sighing deeply. I could tell she was also nervous for our encounter. She’s so sweet. “It will be great! I can’t wait!” 

By my count, it’s been 10 minutes since we got here. I’m getting super worked up, definitely not liking this delay at all. What if something was wrong with him? What if the cut in the forehead was more than a mere cut? I am getting even more nervous. 

Sensing my uneasiness, Nattie pulls me into a hug. “Hey, it’ll be ok. Sometimes these things take a bit longer than we’d like to.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m just worried about him.” I mumble softly. “And I truly miss him.” 

“I know you do. He’s just seconds away, though.” She encourages, smiling widely as she pulls back and faces me. 

Suddenly, the door opens, revealing an exhausted and shirtless Elias, with his gaze glued to the ground as the palm of his hand is connected against his freshly stitched forehead as if relieving some of the pain. I can also see some red and purple-ish spots on his abdomen and his pecs. He really took a huge beating. 

“That’s my cue. Bye.” Nattie whispers to me, managing to leave without Elias noticing neither of us.

“Surprise!” I shout, for some reason really shyly.  

His gaze moves up in a fraction of seconds, shock written in his features as he stares down at me, his mouth hanging open. His eyes are shining, filled with emotion and love. I feel my own get blurry with unshed tears.

“What-? I mean, how did you-?” He tries to ask, unable to form a complete sentence. I bet his mind is running a thousand miles per hour. “Nevermind, come here, baby.” 

He takes a step towards me and I meet him halfway, launching myself at him, carefully so I wouldn’t hurt him, and hugging him tight, wrapping my arms around his waist, as if my life depended on it. He quickly envelops me in his arms as well, wrapping them around my shoulders and pulling me to him tightly. 

I can feel him taking in my hair’s scent as he kisses it a couple of times. That makes my insides flutter. He misses me as much as I miss him. How difficult it is to find someone who is on the exact same page you are. I am so goddamn lucky.

“Happy anniversary, baby.” I whisper against his chest, then planting a kiss right on the same spot. “I missed you so much.”

He pulls back slightly, resting his wounded forehead against mine. “Happy anniversary, love.” Then, he presses his lips to mine, slowly and gently, pecking me repeatedly. “It means a lot to me that you’re here, (Y/N). You have no idea how much.”

“Wherever you are, that’s where I want to be, Elias.” I reply, in all honesty. “Wherever you are, that’s home to me.” 

“I love you so much.” He sighs, hugging me again. “Every day that I spend with you just shows me that I made the right choice when I asked you to marry me. You’re my girl, and you’ll forever be my girl.” 

“And I made the right choice by saying yes.” I smile widely at him, once we pull back. Then, he lets out a weird laugh, so I raise my eyebrow in confusion. “What?”

“You know… I kind of got the feeling that you didn’t care that I couldn’t be home today.” I’m about to interrupt him, but he doesn’t let me. “I know you care, but I was just… angry for failing you, and then you just acted indifferently, and it kinda stung.” 

“I knew you weren’t feeling good about canceling our plans, I knew how much you wanted to be home, and I didn’t want to make you feel worse. It wasn’t your fault, and I bet you were feeling guilty. That look on your face right there tells me I was definitely right.” I chuckle, and he smiles back, as blush creeps up his cheeks. "I didn’t act indifferently.” I assure him, resting my hand on right above his heart. “I was destroyed inside, Elias. I missed you so much, and all I wanted was to have you for myself and myself only for a whole night.”

“You can have me, baby. Anytime, I’m yours. Only yours.” He reassures me, pecking my lips again. “I’m sorry I failed you, though. I really wanted to be with you, at home.”

“I know you did. That’s why I came up with this magnificent plan of coming all the way down to Seattle to surprise you.” I laugh, feeling really proud of myself. 

“Yeah, about that… How did you pull this off in like… what? Three days?”He asks genuinely curious and amazed by my idea.

“I sat on our sofa for almost two hours, surrounded by my phone, my notebook and my laptop. I called Nattie and she also helped me with some of the details. It was hard, I’m not going to lie, but I’m stubborn, so yeah.” I sum it all up really quick, so I wouldn’t let it slip that I had one more surprise. 

“You’re very stubborn.” I cut him off by smacking his arm playfully. “And intelligent, and pretty, and everything good in this world and I can’t imagine my life without you.”

“Good, because I’m not going anywhere.” I whisper, feeling myself blush a bit as I get on my tiptoes so I could kiss him properly. 

“Speaking of which, I’m really tired and I have a hotel room waiting for us.” He informs, looking much more relieved and happy now. 

“About that… I’m not going to your hotel room.” I say, watching his face fall. “But neither are you.” This time, it’s his turn to look confused. “With Nattie’s help, I got us a really special hotel room, so we could celebrate properly.”

“You got us a suite?” He asks incredulously. 

“You’re goddamn right I did. A master suite, with a king size bed. Champagne, strawberries and chocolate waiting for us.” I can tell by the look in his face that his mind is already wandering in dangerous places. And I love it. “And a little bonus, that I think you’re going to love, considering you’re so sore: it has a jacuzzi.” I add teasingly. 

“Oh great. A jacuzzi, I think you’ll find it very helpful too by the end of the night.” He replies, his voice laced with desire and love.

“Yeah? How’s that?” I tease him back, biting my lip. “You’re going to wear me out? Get me sore?”

“Oh, baby girl, I’m going to make you feel so good, I’m going to show you how much I love you. I’ll be giving my wife the anniversary present she deserves.” He starts, whispering into my ear. “And then, I’m going to hold you tight to me and sleep peacefully with you in my arms after we’re all worn out and sore. When we get up, I’ll get you in the jacuzzi and I’ll massage your shoulders and your back. Or maybe we’ll go in for another round before we get up and then we’ll get to the jacuzzi.” He informs, lust filling his eyes, his tone so low, that it had me clenching my thighs together. Of course he noticed. “Already ready for me, baby?” 

“I’m always ready for you. So can we go?” I stutter, knowing I sound really ablaze and unsettled but that’s the truth, I can’t wait to be alone with him. 

“I can’t wait to get my hands on you either, baby. So after you.”

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Interrupted pt. 2

Pairing: Elias Samson x reader

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: lots of feelings of the upcoming wedding day, mainly elias'

A/N: uh. I honest to God do not remember how long ago I wrote this but I just randomly found it in my drafts and I think I had originally wanted to add more to it but never did? But I reread it and I kinda like it as is so I'm gonna leave it alone and not edit. God, it's been so long, but here we go ig (also shout-out to past me for already linking part one bc present me did not feel up to searching for it lmao)

Tag list: (im just tagging who I remember) @team-elias @sixdegreesofsamson @sophiagriff @calwitch @thirstiswet @logicstates12

Part One

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"How do they fit?"

"Perfect. What about yours?"

Elias stood up and took a few steps, getting used to the feel of the shoes he'd be wearing for the wedding. He shrugged. "They'll take some getting used to, but they feel good."

You let out a soft sigh, smiling as you walked over to Elias, your heels making soft 'thumps' against the carpet of your bedroom. "Great," you breathed out, running your hands down his clothed chest, "finally something for this wedding works out on the first try."

Elias couldn't help but smile at that, reaching out to wrap his arms around you and pull you to him, resting his head into the crook of your neck. You were right, and he was grateful for at least one thing working out so far, even if it was something as small and simple as your wedding shoes fitting perfectly the first time you tried them on.

Elias had originally thought that planning the wedding would be easy—not extremely easy, but more so than things he had experienced before. Instead, planning your wedding had become one of his worst nightmares. He could say, without a doubt, it had been one of the hardest things he'd ever done and he was grateful that in a few days it would be over. He had been counting down the days until your wedding with a burst of happiness every time he could cross off a day. Now, it was almost time for not only the two of you to be done with planning your wedding, but also for the two of you to finally get married after so long.

The whole process had been tedious and long, full of too many problems to count. Elias had been fully prepared to throw himself into planning, ready to tackle the whole thing with you and the very large binder you had filled with tons of different wedding things, all neatly organized. At first, things went as planned and everything came together pretty well. It wasn't until it was time to start really setting things up—figuring out venues, decorations, your dress and his tux—when things began to get chaotic.

Suddenly, the two of you were running around everywhere, calling back when the venue you wanted had been double-booked and you had to find somewhere else and when the dress you had picked out had magically disappeared when it was sent out to be adjusted. The invitations you had picked out had gotten lost in the mail after being sent out, the caterer quitting after everything for dinner had already been decided. It seemed that everything that could go wrong did go wrong and Elias felt terrible most of the time when he had to leave for work, leaving you with the messiness that had become your wedding preparations.

Slowly, though, everything started to come together. Things were figured out, and thank god, your dress was found and actually came back fitting perfectly.

Now, with a few days left before the wedding, Elias was glad that at least one thing had worked out so easily, especially after the chaos that had been the rest of the planning process. And even though this one thing had worked out on the first try, he wasn't convinced that the next few days before the wedding would turn out the same.

-

Elias watched you move around the room, grabbing different things as you went and dropping them off on the bed where he was sitting next to a suitcase, carefully packing everything you grabbed. There was two more days until your wedding and so far, nothing else had gone wrong since the two of you had broke in your wedding shoes. Elias wanted to let himself relax in what seemed to be another easy two days before the wedding—two days where all you would be doing is packing for your honeymoon—but he couldn't seem to let the tension in his shoulders out. He was paranoid that something else would go wrong; something was bound to go wrong. He was sure of it.

"Will you at least try to relax?"

Elias looked up to see that you had stopped moving around the room and were now standing in front of him, your hands placed firmly on your hips. "What?"

"Relax," you said slowly, "I want you to relax. Just for a little bit, please? I'd like for my future husband to not be so tense on our wedding day."

Elias let out a light laugh at that, and he rolled his shoulders back in an attempt to appear somewhat loosened up even though he still felt entirely too paranoid. "Better?"

"No." You smiled at him as you moved to sit in his lap, looping your arms around his shoulders. "I know you're still not relaxed, but thank you for trying," you told him, pressing a kiss to his lips.

"I've tried to relax, it's just-"

"After everything we've gone through with planning, you're worried something else is going to go wrong?" you asked, and Elias' shoulders dropped as he nodded. "Honey, I know. I'm a little worried too, y'know, but soon it'll all be over and we'll be married and go on a nice honeymoon where I'll get to spoil you for a week straight. At least then we won't have to worry about anything for a while."

"Sounds wonderful." And Elias meant it. He thought that he might actually be a little more excited for the honeymoon rather than the actual wedding (but maybe that had something to do with the fact that the honeymoon had taken a lot less planning than the wedding).

"Alright, c'mon," you said with a sudden enthusiasm, "two more days before we're outta here for a week so we have to finish these bags up by tomorrow."

Elias nodded and smiled as you began moving around the room again, grabbing everything the two of you would need for you week-long adventure.

-

Elias looked down at his polished shoes. Today was the day, and even though he thought that the day he asked you to marry him had been the most nervewracking day of his life, his mind had quickly been changed when he woke up that morning.

The only day more nervewracking than the day he proposed to you, he decided, was today—the day he was going to marry you. And the fact that there had already been so many problems today only added to his nerves.

So far, in just that morning, the chairs for the ceremony had run short, one of the rings had been lost (only to be found hidden under a couch a short while later), and now the main concern was the supposed oncoming rain.

Elias was not only nervous, he was frustrated. He thought that after all the rigorous planning he and you would get to have a nice little wedding, one that both of you could easily enjoy, but now the two of you were running around trying to calm at least a little bit of the mayhem.

Elias sighed as he stood, brushing his hands over his suit. He hadn't wanted anything too extravagent when it came to his wedding outfit, but he did at least want something that would be memorable.

You had been more than happy to help Elias get exactly what he wanted with his suit, while still making sure that you never saw the actual outfit. ("It's bad luck to see each other in our wedding outfits before the ceremony," you had told him from the very beginning, even though the two of you had already seen each other's wedding shoes.)

The suit was fairly simple in design, the jacket and pants a casual black; it was the shirt that pulled the entire outfit together. The shirt, one that had been specially made for Elias per request, was a crisp white with a simple black and white flower design along the collar and the ends of the sleeves that cuffed over the ends of the jacket sleeves. It was easy to believe that the flower designs were what pulled the whole thing together.

With one last brush of his clothes, Elias left the room and made for the one down the hall, the one he knew you were getting ready in. He knew about the tradition you wanted to keep, but he didn't have any plans on actually seeing you now before the ceremony. He only wanted to speak to you beforehand.

Just as he reached the door, raising a fist to knock, it opened and your sister appeared in the doorway, clearly about to leave the room.

She only held a look of shock for a moment before looking back and shutting the door partially, most likely to make sure neither he or you saw one another. "You're not supposed to see each other before the ceremony," she scolded quietly, looking back to Elias.

"I know. I just want to talk to her before we begin everything," Elias explained and your sister's face softened.

"Okay," she said, sliding back into the room for a moment. He could hear her talking to you, but didn't know what was being said. A second later, your sister reappeared, this time leaving the room with the door cracked a bit. "If you two see each other before you go down that aisle, I'll personally kick both your asses."

Elias smiled and nodded, watching as your sister walk away. Once she was gone, he heard rustling from inside the room, and then your voice.

"Lias?"

You were right on the other side of the door, he realized. It would be so easy for him to push it open and see you all dolled up for your big day, but he resisted that urge. "Hey, honey."

"God, it's so good to hear your voice," you breathed out, " today has been so chaotic and knowing that you were here the whole time and I couldn't see you really sucked."

"Well," Elias found himself brushing up against the door, but not enough to open it, "whose fault is that?"

"I know," you groaned. "It's tradition, though. And I don't think we need anymore bad luck."

Elias could hear someone down the hall worrying out loud about the weather report. "We definitely don't need that."

Elias jumped slightly when he felt the door shift a bit, thinking you were about to forget everything you said about traditions and open the door, but it only cracked open enough for you to stick your hand out. Without hesitation, he grabbed it and squeezed.

"I'm sorry, Eli," you spoke softly, "I know this whole thing has been hard and just, so, so chaotic, but we're almost there."

Almost there, Elias thought as you gripped his hand tightly. The two of you were so close, almost to the end of all of this and the beginning of something new, something hopefully less chaotic.

"Almost there," you repeated.

"Almost there," Elias echoed.

[retro-rezz-the-est]

Birthday Surprise (Elias/OC fluff)

Summary: Elias leads OC on a hunt to find out what (or who) has their hands on her birthday surprise.

(A/N: This was written for my bestest, most amazing, stylish, beautiful, hilarious, relatable, absolutely wonderful Tumblr bestie @writing-reigns for her birthday today. Thank you for all you’ve done for me since we first started talking on this hellsite, sis, and I hope I can show you how much I care via this. You deserve this and so much more, and I hope you have an awesome day today ;) 💕❤💕❤)

(A/N #2: Also added cameos of a few great gals who run their own fantastic Tumblrs ^^;)

“Ok, so is everyone ready?”

The show had already been on for more than an hour at that point. He could hear the stream of boos and cheers from the fans as they watched a match between two people he had already forgot about. His mind was focused on something else, something more important...

He scratched at his beard nervously as the small ragtag group of members of the RAW roster Elias had gathered in the hallway nodded, the figure leaning against the nearby wall giving a short tilt of his head instead.

A female voice rang out from the back of the group and asked, “Um, what are we getting ready for, exactly?”

His fingers pinched the bridge of his nose as he sighed, trying to hold back the boiling petty remark.

“You all,” he spoke firmly, pointing his finger out towards the group, “are going to wait in your designated spots until Kris comes around to you so you each can give her the small pieces of paper I gave to you to lead her towards the next person.”

“What’s even on these things, anyways?” the voice asked again, Elias hearing the sound on paper unfolding.

“Don’t!” he shouted, startling everyone and leaving the area completely silent. He cleared his throat and took the slip of paper back, refolding it and passing it back along to her. “Please… don’t look at these. They’re for her eyes only, ok?”

Turning around, he pointed to himself and said, “As you are doing that, I am going to go back to my locker room and prep her actual surprise for the end of the night. I think Kris is really gonna like it”

A chorus of “awww” and “how cute” erupted from the females in the group, some of the men tossing a smirk at how affectionate Elias was being for this woman.

“So… what time does she normally get here?”

A warm Irish accent from near the front responded with, “Well, she isn’t scheduled for a match tonight, so she’ll probably be her by aroun’ 9:30 - 10:00ish.”

A sigh escaped the bearded man’s lips as he wrapped his hair up into a messy top bun, looking up at the eyes staring down on him. “Do any of you have the time now?”

“I do,” the gruff voice from against the wall suddenly said, the body pushing off of it and causing waves of goosebumps to roll down his exposed arms. Reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out his phone, he told him that it was exactly 9:15.

Elias’ blood ran ice cold with a sudden nervousness and shock. “9:15?! We have to hurry this up, then!”

He shoved his way through the group, his fresh man bun starting to come undone and sweat beginning to dot his forehead. He was nervous before, but the time drawing this close only spiked his worries that this entire plan would just go to shit.

“What are you people doing?” he questioned the group, noticing how the majority of them where just standing there, looking unsure. “Everyone get to your stations. We don’t have that much time left, so move!”

Kris carried her duffel bag through the backstage entrance, a small grin appearing on her face when she recounted how many of her friends and fans had reached out to her to wish her a happy birthday. The feeling was almost heavenly; like a dream she didn’t want to awake from.

She felt around her jacket pocket for her phone and turned it on, her heart fluttering as she read the unopened texts from some of her friends.

💞Re💞: Happy b-day sis 🎂🎂🎂🎊🎊🎊 Eat lots of cake & I love ya 😊😊

👑Empress👑: Treat ya self today, ok? Enjoy urself for us 😜😘

♥Mara♥: Happy birthday, Kris! 😉😙

💙Lexi💙: Have an amazing, fun-filled birthday, love <3 <3

The breath she let out was long and serene, a smile plastered on her face as she made her way down the wide hallways and to her locker room.

After a few short minutes of walking, she’d reached her room door but was confused. There was no large group of superstars smiling whilst holding a large cake with her name written in frosting. There were no balloons hanging from her door or even confetti spilling from under the doorway. There was nothing there.

Sighing, she opened the door and propped her bag up on a close wall, closing the door before noticing a small piece of paper folded and taped  to the door. Feeling deflated, she took down the paper and unfolded it, reading the short note to herself.

Dear Kris, it read, follow the leads that will take you to your gift. I promise you’ll love it. Come and find me.

Below the short lines of text was a small drawing of a figure with red and orange streak scattered in its dark hair. It almost looked like…

“Ember?” she mumbled to herself, still confused about the whole situation. “What’s she got to do with this?”

Taking a few steps towards the corner of the hallway, she went to knock on Moon’s door but it fell open, revealing said Superstar almost falling flat on her face. The silence between the two only grew when she rightened herself, leaning her elbow against the door frame and giving her an odd smile.

“You ok, Ember?”

“Yeah, I'm fine,” she chuckled awkwardly, scratching at the back of her neck with her free hand. “So, what brings you knocking on my door?”

She felt her cheeks heat up as she answered with, “Well, I found this note thing with my name on it taped to my door and it had a drawing of you inside of it, so I came here because I wanted to  know if you knew anything abo-”

Moon's body straightened with a sudden realization. “Oh!” she exclaimed, “that's what this is about!”

The door suddenly slammed in Kris’s face as she shut it abruptly, her raising an eyebrow at the noises and muffled curses she heard from behind it. A few moments later, the door opened to an even more eager looking Ember holding a similar piece of folded paper in her hand.

*Here,” she said, thrusting the paper into her hands, “he wanted me to give you this when you came around.”

“Who's 'he'?” she questioned her as her eyes shifted from the grinning Superstar back to the identical folded note in her hands.

Moon pinched her pointer finger and thumb together and dragged them over the seam of her mouth. “That's for me to know and for you to find out, hun. Now open it already!”

Unfolding it, she was met with another drawing in a similar style, this time showing a certain Irish wrestler with what seemed like a sandwich in his hand.

“Are you telling me to go find Finn?”

She saw her eyes light up as she responded, “I’m not telling you to do anything. That's for you to decide.”

And with that, the door slammed in her face again, the sound echoing throughout the empty hall. Kris turned to leave but the door reopened, Ember reaching her arm out and gripping the back of her jacket.

“And by that, I mean yes. Yes you do.”

Before shutting the door a final time, she whispered a faint “happy birthday” before shutting it, finally leaving you alone.

“Well, that was weird,” she uttered, backing away from the door and pocketing the now two pieces of paper.

She was acting weirder than usual, she thought as she walked away from the door in search of Finn. And who was that “he” she was going on about?

Time seemed to fly as she walked towards catering and amidst the flurry of wrestlers congregating in the space, she spotted her target near the back having a conversation with Rollins.

“Finn!” Kris yelled, happy to see a familiar face and drawing his attention. She maneuvered her way around the room until she was face to face with the man himself. The two shared a quick hug before he placed an object in her hand, which turned out to be another piece of folded white paper.

“Another one, Finn? Really? What’s going on?”

He looked down at her confused and slightly angry expression and chuckled. “Can't tell ya that one, love. You're gonna have ta find that one put on your own.”

“That's exactly what Ember told me!”

She huffed in defeat after pestering him for a few more minutes, clearly not getting anywhere with finding out what's happening. Opening it all the same, she saw the drawings of a frowning male figure and a smiling blonde female figure that looked a hell of a lot like Dean and Renee. Turning on her heel, she threw the Irishman a look as he patted her on the head before walking off, crumpling the paper in her fist.

“Dude, are you really doing that stupid birthday hunt for Elias?” he heard Seth ask in his ear as soon as she was a fair distance away.

Brushing him off, he said, “First of all, it's not stupid. It's romantic. Secondly, I know that she'll love what he got for her.”

After finding Renee and Dean, they handed her another similar looking note which led her  to Alicia, who was sitting with the Glam Squad and getting her makeup done for her upcoming match. After their interaction, the last paper led Kris to a waiting Bayley and Sasha near the ramp entrance, eagerly chatting amongst themselves before she made herself known.

“Do you guys have the last drawing?” she asked, out of breath from walking all over the arena. “I really hope so.”

Bayley straight out her side ponytail before laughing lightly, her and her violet haired friend moving away from her. The two of them walked towards the curtain and pulled each side of it back, revealing a dark arena lit up with hundreds of phones.

“We don't have the last one,” Sasha told her, “but he does.”

She'd just about had enough of this secrecy crap, to be perfectly honest. “That's it! Who are you guys talking about? Tell me now!”

Chuckling, Bayley stated, “You're about to find out for yourself.”

As Kris walked through the curtain, she heard the two of them “ooh” as a lone spotlight suddenly flashed down onto her. Looking down the ramp, she gasped when she saw her well-known crush Elias sitting in the middle of the ring strumming on his guitar.

“She arrives,” he smiles, brushing a stray hair away from his face, “and just in time too. I was beginning to worry that you wouldn't show.”

She began to walk down towards the ring and heard him begin to play the first few chords of her favorite song, which brought some small tears to the corners of her eyes. Time seemed to slow down when she finally made it to the ring and stepped inside, their two spotlights merging into one as they looked each other in the eye.

He got up when she asked, “Was that…?”

“Side Effects by the Chainsmokers?” he blushed, scratching the back of his neck. “I heard from a few people that it was your favorite song, so I decided to learn it for you.”

“So these were your doing?”

“Guilty as charged. I just wanted to surprise you for your birthday today.”

A loud “aww” rang out from the fans, but she could barely hear it as he placed the guitar down and grabbed a small black gift box from behind his chair. Reaching inside of it, he pulled out a small blue velvet box and fiddled with it.

“I also found out that the stone for December birthdays was a blue topaz and since I love seeing your eyes sparkle with joy, I thought I could try and replicate that with a gift of my own.”

Holding out his hand, his cheeks blazed with a red glow, and a collective gasp was heard throughout the large space. Kris could even hear the faint shoutings of “What the hell?!” from Corey back at the announcers table as she opened the box to reveal a silver ring with two connected silver hearts. In the middle of it laid a blue topaz heart connected by the two smaller ones.

“Don’t worry, it’s not an engagement ring,” he rushed to the rescue, seeing how wide her eyes got. “I just wanted you to have something that matched your beauty to me.”

She couldn’t even form words, but chose to use the flush in her cheeks and the tears now falling from her eyes to express herself. The world came to a stop around them, and all she could sense was his warm and calloused hands on hers as he placed the ring on her right ring finger.

“Happy birthday, Kris.”

Nothing could stop her from jumping into his arms in front of all those people as soon as he finished his sentence, planting her lips onto his slightly chapped ones. The two of them shared a sweet, soft kiss, and she could feel waves of emotions rolling through the both of them as the WWE Universe clapped for them.

The heat from the lone spotlight above them was the only thing she could feel as they drowned out the rest of the world, leaving only them in that moment on her birthday to just enjoy the new kindled love they had for each other.

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[3ricstuff]

Butterflies 🦋

There it was again the fluttering in your stomach.What had changed? Here you are in the same place you’ve been hundreds of times before.Shoulder to shoulder with you crush, Elias Samson, showing him options of pictures to put online but somehow things were different. It could either be the fact that Elias keeps looking at you instead of the camera or that the girls had basically cornered you and made you admit your feeling toward Elias. 

It stared when you all were at catering. They were going around asking who liked who and when it got to you and everyone’s eyes on you it was bad enough but then Elias came over and insisted you come with him out on the town and of course you said yes. To you that meant take pictures but to them that meant a date. As soon as the word date was mentioned the fluttering starts again.

The next thing you knew you were in your hotel room and the girls were picking everything out for your “date”. Bailey picked out a dark blue tank top, jean shorts, dark blue high top converse, and a jean jacket, Natalya did only the bare minimum on your makeup and Sasha curled your hair. By the time Elias came you were feeling pretty but out of your element.

The knock on the door caused everyone to squeal. They open the door handed you your bag and pushed you towards Elias. After quickly snapping a picture the door was slammed. Elias chuckled and you suddenly felt alright.

“That was... strange.” You looked down at your feet before looking up “Sorry they thought this was a date and went a bit overboard.”

You saw a glint of something in his eye, but as soon as it came it went. He smiled before speaking “Well I guess we’ll have a date then.” You laughed as you saw a smile cross his face. After helping you into his truck you realized you didn’t know where you where going. He must have seen the confusion on your face but he just smiled and keep driving. It had been about 30 minutes most of that trees and farms before a large clearing that was light up. And in the middle a huge Ferris Wheel.

“When we were coming into town and their was an ad that the fair was in town,I remembered you saying you’ve never been so I thought this would be a great time.” He said while putting the car in park.

You could barley contain your excitement as he came around and open the door. Due to you leaning against the door you fell out when it was opened luckily he caught you as you both took a tumble towards the ground. Flush against his chest you looked at him. Even with his hair ruffled by the fall he still looked handsome. Suddenly realizing your position the fluttering started. You then realized what the feeling was.

“Buttflies” He looked at you confused before you realized you said it out loud. “Butterflies... because I’m nervous, because I’ve never been and uh...”

His laugh was contagious as you both got up and walked towards the entrance.

The next few hours seemed to pass in a blink of an eye. You two had played a few games, Elias even managed to win a stuffed animal, ate enough food your positive could’ve feed a village and ride a few rides. Now you two were walking towards the the Ferris Wheel. At first you were excited but now that you were standing right in front of it you got nervous. Elias must have seen the look on your face and leaned over and whispered in your ear.

“Don’t worry the butterflies will go away soon.” Without another word you to handed your tickets over and got in the seat. You two were pressed against each other due to your stuffed animal taking up most of the room. As the Ferris wheel crept to the top you stared out over the whole fair in amazement.

“See I told you the butterflies would go away.”

With out thinking you spoke.

“I sure hope they don’t because they were for you.” Quick question offer an apology you found yourself silenced by his lips gently pressing against yours. Staring into your eye he spoke.

“Well in that case I hope they never stop.”

[eddiesprincess95]

Prompt 40 with Elias

I’ll always keep you safe

Me and my boyfriend Elias were lucky enough and fortunate enough to be paired up together in the mixed match challenge together and tonight it was us vs. Mandy Rose and Goldust.  I was, and I wasn’t looking forward to our match as me and Mandy had a history and not a good one she wasn’t very nice and thought she was better than me, which wasn’t the truth considering I was the woman’s champion and she was nowhere near the number one contender spot.  I was getting ready for our match when Elias came into the room and smiled at me, putting down his guitar as I started tying up my boots.

 “Hey babe, you ready for our match?  I’m rather excited to be paired with my girl, wait, wait, wait, what’s the matter?” he came over to me once I had finished tying up my boots and I sat down next to him.  “Nothing’s the matter, I just know what Mandy is capable of and after what happened in our last match, I can’t deal with being injured again no matter how small it is.  She fights dirty and she needs to grow up and deal with the fact that she will never get my title no matter how dirty she wrestles” I sighed and looked at him.  He took my hands in his and pulled me up before holding my shoulders and looking into my eyes.

 “(Y/N) hey, stop getting worked up okay?  We will beat them up and she will not get anywhere near your title okay? I’ll keep you safe I promise, now are you ready to kick their asses?” he smiled wide and took my hands in his again bringing them to his lips and kissing my knuckles gently causing me to smile and nod my head.  “Yes, let’s go kick their asses and win this” I cheered causing him to chuckle and lean down kissing me softly and lovingly.  “I love you (Y/N)” we exited the locker room hand in hand before I looked up at him.  “I love you too Elias” I smiled, and we went to the gorilla.  

We kissed once more before heading out to a cheering crowd feeling readier than ever, I knew that if I had my man beside me he would keep me safe.  Let’s just say that me and Elias had the last laugh against Mandy and Goldust knocking them out the mixed match challenge. 

 Sorry this is so bad but I hope you like it

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Elias Samson/Logan Shulo/Elijah Masterlist

  Don’t Let Me Think Alone (family member death, F)

    Chiffon in the Streets, Lace in the Sheets (S)

    Jealous (S)

    Warm Me Up (AR, S, Virgin Reader)

    Melodies (Plus!Reader, AR, S)

    Never Let Me Go (Anxiety Attack, F)

    Learning the Ropes (TransMale!Reader, AR, A, F, S) [Moved to Series]

    Fuck the Demon Away (A, S)

    Vigorous Victorious Submissive Samson (S, F)

    Broken Chances (Angst Challenge, A, F)

    Perfect Autumn Day (AR, F)

    What Do You Need? (AR, F, S)

    What Do I Have? (AR, S, F)

    Full For A Song (S, Challenge Fic, Angel/Demon AU)

    Seventh Time in the Airport (F, Ficlet)

[adamcoled]

melodies of love | elias samson

elias samson x reader

summary: elias finds a certain notebook of lyrics and ends up finding out a lot more along with it. 

word count: 1,521

a/n: something pretty short that i felt compelled to write outta nowhere. this is the song i used, give it a listen because it’s so cute and lovely. also, i found writing in first person to be a little ? strange ? after my first time writing in second person with my aleister fic, so i mayyy be writing a lot more in second person pov

tagging: @reigns420 (i’ll create a tag list of anyone who wants to be tagged in my writing, so lemme know if you want to be added!)

Whenever Elias was home, which was rare given his career, the house was never silent. Between low humming and near-inaudible singing, his musical aptitude always lingered about, creating a pleasant atmosphere that I had grown to miss when he wasn’t around. Without his presence, the air felt dismal and the quietness was unnerving, pulling at my heartstrings mercilessly. I’d become so accustomed to his voice that I’d half-jokingly suggested he send me a plethora of voice messages of even just his humming to subdue my saudade. He’d sent just one, ultimately deciding it felt weird.

So, I’d learned to absorb his voice into the crevices of my brain, to create a solid replay of his gentle humming and singing that I could hear vividly whenever I needed it. There was something so calming about it that almost all my qualms could be stifled just by closing my eyes and listening. Most of the time when I found him strumming his guitar lightly while sitting on the edge of our bed, I’d settle myself on my side behind him, sometimes falling asleep, sometimes just thinking. Once, he’d turned around and found me lying there with my eyes closed, he’d asked me what I was doing.

“Listening,” I had said simply, and he accepted that answer wordlessly, unaware that within the depths of my mind were all sorts of thoughts running rampant. I was wondering what the lyrics he sang meant to him, what he liked about the song he was singing. But to him, I was just listening.

Sometimes, I’d find myself singing along mindlessly, my voice coming out whisper-like because I never wanted to distract from him, the one with the unmeasurable talent. Whenever this would happen, Elias would turn his head towards me for a few tender seconds, gifting me the sight of his half-smile as encouragement to sing a little louder.

“Sorry,” I shook my head in disagreement, “I don’t want to disrupt.”

And while I was grinning as I said it, I think he could tell there was a little more behind my words. I’d always been a little unsure of my voice, a little insecure. “Not disrupting, I want to hear it,” he reassured, still strumming softly, “never really get to hear you, but your voice is so...captivating.”

Captivating, I thought to myself, laughing silently. If only he knew it was his voice that was doing the captivation, pulling me closer to him each time I heard it.

“Maybe someday,” I affirmed, leaning my head onto his shoulder as the conversation ended and he resumed his tune. It was the most unadulterated form of serenity and I wished I could freeze time in this moment, though I knew it would pass all too quickly and come the next day, he’d be on the road once more.

He’d be on the road once more and I would write lyrics I’d usually end up scribbling out, lyrics often about him that he’d never get to hear because I would never find them worthy of falling on his ears. There was a notebook of lackluster words I kept stored away in my bedside dresser, only seeing the light of day when Elias was gone and I was alone. Elias knew I could at least hold a note, but I wasn’t sure I would ever tell him about the songwriting. I had yet to write anything I thought was good enough to be shown to him, anyway.

Recently, I’d taken slow strides to complete a song I genuinely liked, one I could be proud of for once. Each day since Elias had left for a week, I would devote half an hour or so to putting words on paper, words that captured my utmost love and appreciation for the man who’d become the most important person in my life in ways everyday speech couldn’t. I was determined to create something that would speak for me.

On the sixth day of Elias’s weeklong absence, I’d written one last lyric that I felt completed the song, though it still had to undergo my heavy scrutiny before I considered it truly finished. And of course, I’d probably begin to overanalyze it and scrap it just as I did to all the others. Before I could begin that task, however, I decided a shower would be beneficial to give my thoughts some time away from what I’d been so focused on for days. After all, a drained brain doesn’t function nearly as well as a refreshed one. Absentmindedly, I left the notebook on our bed and forgot about it as I enjoyed the feeling of warm water droplets hitting my skin.

Without sparing a single thought, I entered the bedroom, ready to tear apart the lyrics I’d written, only to be startled by the absence of my notebook and a figure sitting on the side of the bed with his back turned to me.

“Elias?!”

He wasn’t supposed to be home until late tomorrow evening. Yet sure enough, when his name left my mouth, Elias turned around with the book of trashed ideas resting on his lap. Oh no.

“You never told me you wrote songs,” he responded, ignoring any other aspect of the situation. Like the fact that he was here when he was very much supposed to still be on the road.

“Because I don’t,” I corrected, taking a seat next to him and reaching for the book, “not good ones, anyway.” As my fingers inched closer to the notebook, he pulled it further away, out of reach. I wanted to argue, but there was no point; he’d already read it, anyway.

“Then what are these? You scribbled them out, but not enough, because I could still read them and I can’t figure out why you thought they weren’t good.”

Now he handed the collection of songs to me, but he reached over and turned to a certain page. “This one. It’s the only one that hasn’t been covered up.”

It was the one I had just finished an hour before.

“I just wrote this one – I started it when you left on Thursday. I haven’t gotten around to finding a reason to hate it yet,” I tried to joke, but neither of us laughed. Instead, he got up and retrieved his guitar, finding a melody quite quickly before stalling his strumming.

“Good, because there’s nothing to hate about it. Now, go on,” Elias coaxed, “sing it. I bet it’s even better coming from those pretty lips of yours.”

“Elias, I – “

“No, no. I want to hear you sing it, and I want you to hear yourself sing it so you can realize how good you are.”

He picked the melody back up, and I was silent for a few moments; the way his gaze was so transfixed on me proved that he wouldn’t let up until I sang, but I wasn’t sure I had it in me. The song was about him and I’m sure he knew, so it was also a little strange.

Once I finally found my voice, everything fell into place at once. I had never realized singing a song for someone to that same someone felt so blissful, so simple. The lyrics emptied from my heart and into my voice, making it so much easier than singing anything else. And the two of us were looking at each other, really, truly looking at each other and into the depths of each other’s beings. A smile that graced my lips caused my voice to waver for a second, but it didn’t ruin anything at all – in fact, it seemed fitting.

“I can’t believe this has happened to me….but I, I feel alive because of you.”

Every word I had ever wanted to say to him came out in that song, every emotion, every utterance of love. Suddenly, I wanted to revive all the songs I had deemed substandard because honestly, they weren’t. They were the most real, significant things I had ever written and Elias deserved to hear all of them.

“You light up my life even when it’s dark.”

Now, we were both smiling and I had transformed the ending of the song into a rendition full of euphoric giggles. My voice gradually faded, as did his strumming, and once it all was over I didn’t know what to say because I had said it all in that song.

“Beautiful,” he complimented, pulling me into his side and pressing his lips to the crown of my head. “Now, who was that about?”

“I think you know the answer to that,” I pushed him playfully, watching as he smiled triumphantly.

“I think I do,” he agreed, “but I want to hear you say it.”

“You. I wrote it about you, Elias.”

His lips left the top of my head and made their way to my own lips, his thumb and forefinger tilting my chin. “Doesn’t that just make me the luckiest man,” he breathed out, foreheads connected. “A beautiful song written for me by a beautiful girl with a beautiful voice; it doesn’t get any better than this.”

[inagetawaycarxo]

Spending New Year’s Eve With Them {MALE SUPERSTARS}

Seth Rollins:

-Seth is super excited to spend New Year's Eve with you and his family.

-The both you’s going to his mum’s house for a party /or barbeque.

- Seth being excited when the countdown starts.

- Holding you close to him, as you’s all countdown, the two of you admiring them.

- “Happy new year babe.” He beamed.

- When the fireworks light up the sky, Seth and you watch them.

-“Happy new year baby.” You spoke, a Seth kissed your forehead softly.

- The both of you then would stare at each other in awe for a few seconds before kissing each other.

- New Year’s Eve selfies.

Dean Ambrose:

-You and Dean end up celebrating in Las Vegas at a bar.

- Getting pretty much wasted, until you are clingy to Dean for support.

- Not that Dean minds.

- Counting rather loudly with other patrons in the bar, as the countdown begins.

- Dean cupping the side of your face and kissing you before you can wish him happy New Year’s.

-“Happy New Year, baby, I-i l-love y-you s-so m-u-ch.” Dean drunkenly cooed.

- “H-happy New Year to you babe, and I-I love y-you more.” You responded drunkenly.

- Both of you’s kissing again.

- Though it turns into a heated make-out session.

- Dean pulled away from you, his eyes darkened with lust.

- “Let’s get out of here.” Dean growled, not waiting for you to respond as he dragged you out of the bar and made his way back to his apartment.

- Claiming on the way to you that his New Year’s resolution is to fuck you till you can’t walk for weeks.

Roman Reigns:

-          Roman and you celebrate New Year’s Eve by having a barbeque/bonfire inviting all your friends, neighbours and family members. Though some of them don’t come.

-          Sitting on Romans lap by the fire, while drinking beers/alcoholic drinks.

-          As you’s all tell each other your new year’s resolutions.

-          Of course one of the neighbours brought fireworks for when it was time for the countdown to 2019.

-          Telling Roman to be careful when he helps set up the fireworks / worrying.

-          Roman coming over towards you when the countdown begins.

-          Wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close to his side, as the fireworks go off.

-          Everyone shouting “Happy New Year’s Eve.”

-          Roman and you turning your heads to look at each other, and wishing each other “Happy New Year’s Eve.” To each other.

-          Then kissing each other passionately…

Finn Balor:

-You and Finn celebrate New Year’s Eve at a local bar.

-Finn being super excited to spend New Year’s Eve with you.

- Telling him resolutions that you both know that you will never follow through on it.

- Finn getting more excited when the countdown begins.

- Wrapping his arm around you, which you spill the drink you are holding a bit on yourself and him. But he doesn’t care.

- counting loudly with the other drunk patrons/patrons.

- “Happy New Year’s babe.” Finn yelled, smiling at you, while you smiled back at him.

- “H-happy N-new Y-year’s bab-y.” You slurred, as Finn giggled at your drunkenness.

- You’s then would end up kissing each other.

- Also New Year’s Eve selfies.

Drew McIntyre:

-          Drew celebrating New Year’s Eve with you at home.

-          Having a date night instead of going out and getting wasted.

-          Drew would help you cook dinner.

-          Eating in front of the TV.

-          Having a movie marathon.

-          Of course, you’s would watch New Year’s Eve.

-          Looking at the clock and realizing its 12 AM.

-          So you end up kissing Drew.

-          Drew giving you a questioning look when you pull away, grinning at him.

-          “What, it’s twenty nineteen.” You spoke, making Drew smirk.

-          “In that case…” he trailed off, pushing your back onto the couch and crawling on top of you, as he pressed his lips against yours passionately….

Elias Samson:

-Elias and you end up going to a local event that was happening in the town you and him where living in.

- Enjoying the live music, though Elias claimed they should have booked him, it was an enjoyable night nonetheless.

- Elias’s arms wrapped around your waist, as he stands behind you. Both of you swaying to the music.

- When the countdown starts, Elias holds you tighter pressing kisses against your neck.

- Elias kissing you when it strikes 12 AM.

- Saying “Happy New Years.” To each other.

Aj Styles:

-          You and Aj celebrate New Year’s at home.

-          Drinking beer by the fire and just basically chilling in the backyard.

-          Aj getting fireworks, then setting them up and lighting them.

-          He’d then run back towards you, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close to his side.

-          Counting down until the fireworks go off.

-          Wishing each other “Happy New Year’s.” then giving each other a quick kiss.

-          Then watching the fireworks.

Triple H:

-          You and Hunter kind of celebrate New Year’s Eve differently this time.

-          Trips makes you go on a scavenger hunt to find your midnight kiss.

-          So you spend all night looking for him.

-          Eventually, you find him in the place he proposed to you.

-          Hunter smiling at you dorkily as you made your way towards him.

-          “You made it just in time.” He spoke, looking at his watch then at you.

-          Hunter kissing you passionately, his hand resting on your sides as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck.

Jeff Hardy:

-          You and Jeff throw a family bash.

-          Hanging by the fire and talking about what happened in 2018 while talking about how awesome 2019 is going to be.

-          Also having a barbeque as well.

-          When it’s time for the countdown him, his and Matt’s dad and Matt set up the fireworks and setting them off.

-          Counting down all together until the fireworks go off.

-          Wishing everyone a Happy New Year.

-          Jeff pulling you closer to him and kissing the top of your head as you’s watch the fireworks in awe.

Andrade Cien Almas:

-          Andrade and You ended up celebrating New Year’s Eve at home.

-          But that doesn’t mean you’s two weren’t excited.

-          You’s ended up having a movie marathon.

-          The two of you’s ended up falling asleep on the couch so you’s kind of missed the New Year’s Eve kiss. The both of you’s were devastated when you’s woke up from your small little snooze, though it was still in the AM’s so technically the New Year’s Eve kiss.

Aleister Black:

- Aleister and you had a pretty chill New Year’s Eve.

- Staying at home and having a date night.

-Cooking yours and his favourite dishes.

-Watching Movies while snuggled close to each other.

-But later on, you’s did go to the local park to watch the fireworks that were going off.

- Aleister holding you close to him as the fireworks light up the sky.

-Wishing each other a “Happy New Year.” Then kissing each other.

Jey Uso:

-          Jey and you ended up hosting a New Year’s Eve Party at yours and his shared apartment.

-          Inviting all yours and his friends and family plus your neighbours as well. Let’s just say the place was pretty crowded and loud.

-          But at least you got to catch up with some friends and family and neighbours.

-          Jey took you out on the balcony when the countdown began.

-          Counting down himself, when it struck 12 AM he kissed you.

-          When you’s pulled apart from each other you’s both wished each other “Happy New Year.” Then kissed each other again.

Adam Cole:

-          You and Adam ended up going to a retreat.

-          So you’s didn’t get to watch fireworks since you’s where sleeping in a cabin, in the woods.

-          However, you’s did cuddle by the fire and watching movies.

-          Though when it hit 12AM Adam wasted no time in kissing you, of course, it leads to a heavy make-out session, then escalated...

Jimmy Uso:

-          Jimmy and you ended up throwing a party/barbeque at yours and his house, inviting his Twin brother and the rest of his family.

-          You ended up a little too wasted then you wanted to, basically tripping on your own feet, Jimmy had to support you from falling, though Jimmy thought it was funny seeing you drunk.

-          Telling him how much you love him as he sat down on one of the many chairs that was by the fire, sitting you down on his lap.

-          You snuggle into his neck and drifting asleep.

-          Jimmy waking you up when it’s midnight, then kissing you.

-          Not that you minded, you kind of went back to sleep again during the kiss, making Jimmy chuckle. And hold you close to his chest.

-          He eventually carried you to bed, once everyone got tired and went to the rooms they were sleeping in or tents they set up in yours and his backyard.

Baron Corbin:

-          Baron and you ended up going to a local event that was being held.

-          Watching the live entertainment while eating and drinking the food that they had in the small stalls.

-          Though Baron complained about wanting to go home.

-          He finally quit his whining when the countdown began and the fireworks went off.

-          Wishing each other “Happy New Years.”

-          He’d then press a soft kiss to the top of your head then kissed you on the lips.

Ec3 {Ethan}:

- Ethan took you out on a date to a fancy restaurant, then took you to a show.

- The both of you walking hand in hand, as you’s took a stroll in the park.

- Ethan would quickly take a quick glance at his watch and see the time, realizing its 2019.

- “What?” you asked, looking at him curiously.

- Instead of answering you, he cups the side of your face and leans close to you, pressing his lips against yours passionately. After about a minute of you and him kissing he will pull away, resting his forehead against yours.

- “Happy New Years, babe.” Ethan spoke, making you smile.

- “Happy New Years, baby.” you hummed.

-A lot of selfies.

Cesaro:

- Cesaro and you ended up going on a date at a coffee shop.

- Gazing at each other, and talking about how much you love each other.

- Basically, you’s two spending quality time together while drinking coffee and hot cocoa. Talking about 2018 and 2019

- Cesaro getting excited when the countdown begins, taking a hold of your hands. He honestly looked like a child on Christmas Day, when it hit 12 AM.

- “Happy New Years, babe.” Cesaro beamed, moving his chair closer to yours.

- “Happy New Years, hun.” You spoke, as Cesaro cupped the side of your face with his hands then leaned closer to you and kissed you softly, the both of you’s letting out a moan…

The Miz:

-You and the Miz celebrated New Year's Eve at a restaurant.

- Then took a stroll on the beach after you’s two finished eating.

- All the while Mike complained about the sand getting in his shoes.

- You and The Miz stopped when you’s heard fireworks go off looking up at the sky to see them, then looking at each other, as the tide hit yours and his feet.

- “Happy New Year’s babe.” The Mi spoke, as you placed your hands on his chest.

- “Happy New Year’s Mike.” You spoke, as he wrapped his arms around your waist. The both of you’s gazing into each other’s eyes before you’s slowly leaned in to kiss each other…

Corey Graves:

-Corey and you opted to spend the night at home.

-Having a date night at home instead of going out.

-Watching Movies while wearing those New Year’s Eve party hats.

- Watching the countdown on TV.

- When it’s 12 Am you and Corey kiss, then wish each other “Happy New Year’s.”

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Hey gorge! I'm obsessed with your headcanons and your Elias one has my mind going crazy.

I was wondering... could you make one about Elias being with a curvy girl wrestler who is dancing with her friends and Elias gets jealous when she starts shaking her ass around them.😍

Hi beautiful 😍 Thank you ❤️ Oh, this will be so interesting 😈

@theworldofotps @sophiewolfheart-blog , @aerynscrichton , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch, @writtingrose, @sunnyyeoo, @serpantscorpio8497

Club night was usually one of your favorite nights

One of the few times where you could get rid of all the frustrations and stress of work

It was one of the most freeing experiences you could ever had

Ever since you were young you liked to dance

It was your way to express yourself

Apart from wrestling

Being a curvy girl was never a reason of embarassment to you

Quite the contrary

You’re incredibly proud of your body and curves

You know how to dress in order to make your curvy features pop

So on club nights you’re always, without a fail, one of the most well-dressed girls in the club

People often showered you with compliments

Especially the men 

Except for the one man you wanted the most

Elias...

He was always polite but never flirtatious as you wanted

And today was one of those days

You were dressed in a wine red velvet long-sleeved bodysuit, that had a deep cut that stopped two inches aways from your navel

With a pair of black flare pants, that shaped your thighs, hips and ass beautifully

And your six inch Louboutin heels

You were drop dead gorgeous

And was drawing the attention of all the males (and females) in the club

As if by coincidence, they started playing “All The Time by Jeremih”

Charlotte pulled you towards the dance floor

And the two of you began to sing and dance to one of your favorite songs

The boys and the other girls soon joined you, and as you were about to dance with Ricochet, someone pulled you by your arm

“What the fuck?“ You gasped in shock

“That’s enough! You’re not gonna dance with him“ He growled

“And why is that?“ You lifted your chin up defiantly

“Because the only man you’re going to rub yourself on tonight, it’s me, babydoll“ He smirked

And turned you around to pull your hips towards his

That’s when you felt it

His perfectly hard cock against your ass

[rohdutch]

S.W.E.

Pairing: Elias Samson x reader

Word count: 800

Summary: Shopping With Elias; you're Elias' personal stylist which, in his eyes, just requires you to go shopping with him.

A/N: idk why but lately I've been finding myself watching a lot of like, fashion videos? Specifically Safiya Nygaard's fashion videos and with that brought an intense need to write, for whatever reason, and since i figured i haven't posted anything in a while, why not try to get back into the flow by writing about our resident fashionista, elias, and something fashion related? We all know how much i love elias and his fashion sense so

Also, writing this totally gave me the excuse to go look at a bunch of photos of elias as if idk what type of clothes he wears when we all know i do

Tag List: @sophiagriff @sixdegreesofsamson @calwitch @team-elias @logicstates12 @thirstiswet (wont let me tag you for some odd reason?)

-

"What about this?"

You looked over the shirt being held up in front of your face, teasing the hem slightly with a brush of your hand as your nose scrunched up.

"No?"

You shook your head and Elias turned the shirt so he could look it over. "You sure?"

"You say this about everything I say no to," you said with a cross of your shoulders. "If you like it, get it. I'm just here to give you my opinion."

Actually, you were Elias' personal stylist. Your entire job was supposed to be about you picking out his clothes and styling him, but slowly over the course of you working for him it just turned into you going shopping with him and helping him decide on outfits before events. There wasn't really any styling to it. He did most of it himself.

"No, I'm gonna put it back."

You rolled your eyes as Elias walked back to the rack he had been skimming through to put the shirt back. The shirt wasn't bad at all actually, but it did seem too close to what some of his other shirts looked like, so it was a quick decision on your part.

"Oh!" Elias suddenly exclaimed, pulling another shirt from the rack. "This one!"

You looked over the shirt he held up and immediately thought of a few different things he could pair it with. Some new jeans maybe, a headband, and a sparkling scarf...

"And look! There's two!" Elias pulled a matching shirt from the rack and held the two shirts up together. "We can match!"

You snorted, trying to stiffle the laugh building up. "Why would we need to match?"

Elias shrugged. "Just for fun, I guess."

You shook your head, but walked over to take the larger of the two shirts into your hands. It was a soft fabric, similar to those that he already had, but the pattern was new. White with red roses. Simple and definitely something that fit the look Elias was always going for.

"Should I get it?"

"Yes," you handed the shirt back, "but I'm not getting a matching one."

"Why not? It'd be fun!"

You ignored his response and turned towards the pants racks. "Alright, let's find some pants to go with it. I definitely think something you don't have. Maybe a muted red?"

"Why can't I just wear, like, my black jeans?"

Your hand paused on its way to push through the pants racks. "Your black jeans? The house show ones?"

"Yeah?"

"No. Absolutely not." You turned to look at Elias, pointing a finger at his chest. "If you want to wear black jeans with this shirt you will buy new ones."

"What's wrong with my house jeans? They've lasted this long."

You shook your head as you turned back to the rack. Elias' house jeans had only survived so long because you were continuously sewing up different parts of them in order to keep everything together. "One day, I'm going to throw those jeans out and you will not get them back."

There was silence between the two of you for a moment, only the sound of fabric rustling and hangers clanking as you looked through the rack. Then Elias spoke up.

"What about my white jeans?"

Again, you paused. "With that shirt?"

"My white jeans and my red kimono would go good with it, I think." Elias looked to you. "What do you think?"

You looked at the shirt and squinted slightly, trying to picture the outfit in your mind. "I was thinking a sparkly scarf and a headband, too."

Elias snapped his fingers. "Yes! Perfect."

"You have a headband, right? Then all we need is a sparkly scarf that you don't already have."

Elias nodded. "Alright, let's go get it."

-

When Elias wore the outfit on TV a few days later, it was a hit. People seemed to love it and loved the white and red aesthetic of it. It only made you that much happier, especially knowing that Elias enjoyed this particular outfit, too.

While Elias sat on his stool singing his songs on TV, you sat at home wearing the shirt you had discovered in your car after your shopping trip.

There wasn't a note or anything attached except the tags, but you didn't need anything to know who gave it to you.

It was a white shirt with a red rose pattern, the same one Elias had tried to convince you to buy so the two of you would match.

[wrestlersownmyheart]

The Drifter's New Years Kiss (Elias X Reader)

Pairing: Elias X Reader Summary: When Elias and another of WWEs employees fall for each other (Y/N) and are both too shy to confess their feelings to one another, the RAW women's division decides to give them a helpful little push in the right direction… 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. Story Content & Trigger Warnings: Just Fluff!

The Drifter's New Year's Kiss

"Guys… Wait…" You stumbled over your words uselessly as the majority of the RAW women's roster excitedly talked over each other while discussing their plans to get you and a certain drifter on more than just friendly terms. They had all but dragged you to the WWE Performance Center under the pretense of you "hanging out with them" and "watching them practice for the next show". In reality, they were setting their match-making plans into motion—plans to get you and Elias together by the start of 2019.

Merely hours away.

"I am SO excited that we have New Years Eve off," Bayley practically squealed as you all sat around on the ring apron.

"Yes," Sasha agreed with a big smile, and directed her gaze to yours. "Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to have this party tonight, and then Elias wouldn't have the opportunity to see you all fixed up and looking gorgeous."

"Come on… Really…" You sighed, wishing you had never let them badger you into revealing your long time crush on Elias. You rubbed at your temples while the women obliviously chattered on.

"And I know just how to get him over to your apartment before the party starts so he can ask you to be his date!" Natalya was practically jumping up and down in her glee. "So, be ready by about nine, okay?"

"Okay." You finally gave in, slumping a bit against the ring post. There was obviously no stopping your friends.

"Okay, so, you should do your own hair and makeup because your work is just stunning," Sasha said.

"And you should wear-" Nia started.

"The purple dress, because it goes great with my coloring," you finished for her. "I promise. I've got it." You exhaled sharply, and lifted your hand for emphasis on your next words. "But I'm giving you all a brutal head's up… You will be sorely disappointed. Elias has no interest in me—I'm sure of it. I'm just the hair and makeup chick for Pete's sake."

"He won't let anyone but you trim and groom his beard," Bayley argued.

"Couldn't be that I'm just good at my job, huh," you chuckled with a roll of your eyes.

"Of course you are," Alexa said, her blue eyes flashing fire at Bayley. "But, you are missing Bayley's point. Elias could groom his beard himself. He is making an excuse to visit with you."

"Aaannd," Natalya added, "It's kind of domesticated. It's almost like he's subtly marking you."

"What the heck?" Your laugh literally burst out of you. "How in the world do you figure that, Nattie?"

"Well… grooming his beard is… Well, for instance… Brie does it for Daniel. It's a wifey kind of thing to do. So, it's kind of like he has you work on his beard in front of everyone backstage to like… claim you."

"Lord, help me now," you laughed again. "Okay, I'm out of here. I'll see you guys tonight at-"

"Finn's house," Bayley informed you.

"Huh," you asked, wrinkling your nose up in confusion. "I thought the party was going to be at Joe's house."

"Well, it was," she explained. "At first. But Finn just bought a house, and it's supposed to be really amazing, and huge. So, the plans changed to his house."

"Finn's it is," you said, grabbing up your bag and giving them a wave. "See you guys tonight!"

"Oh," Sasha exclaimed. "For your makeup, you should totally do that smokey eye cut-crease thing you did on my eyes last week. It looks amazing!"

You saluted her in reply, and with that, you were out the door before they could make any more crazy demands.

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You had just finished your hair and makeup, and also had pulled your dress for the party out of the closet, when you heard a knock at your door. Somehow, you just knew it was Elias because when the women of the RAW roster put their minds to something, one could bank on it happening.

After laying the dress across the bed and making a quick makeup check in the mirror above your dresser, you hurried to the living room so you could answer the door. And your nerves? Oh, they were right in tow.

Pulling the door open, you found Elias standing there—looking really gorgeous in a pair of black jeans and a snug, black, short-sleeved, button-down shirt that hugged his muscles like a second skin. He also wore one of his scarves, casually draped over his immense shoulders—not to mention his bracelets and bandannas covering almost half of each of his forearms.

And that man bun. He could rock a man bun like no one else.

Suddenly he glanced at your face and froze—staring. You suspected it was your heavier than usual makeup that held his attention. After all, you took Sasha's advice and did the smokey-eye cut-crease.

Oh, my, you thought, drowning in his ardent gaze. Your heart did a sort of flip flop thing in your chest. He looks absolutely-

And then you noticed the huge wad of pink bubble gum stuck in his beard.

Oh, Nattie… What did you guys do to him, you wondered.

"Don't ask," Elias huffed at seeing the shock register on your face. "It was a nightmare."

You motioned for him to come in. "Oh, but I have to ask," you said teasingly, trying to get him in a better mood. "Here, sit down at the dining table." Once he was settled in a chair and facing you, you pulled a cape from your cosmetology bag and draped it around him, securing it at the neck. Then you snatched up a pair of scissors and began to work on his beard.

The chunk of gum came out first—Good grief, it looks like someone chewed up an entire pack of gum!—and then you began clipping away and evening up the hair on each side of his face, bit by bit. Lord, his beard is SO soft! You could never get over how silky it was. I wonder if he uses hair conditioner on it. You just barely stifled a dreamy sigh as your fingers combed through it. Lifting his chin with your fingers, to work at an easier angle—or so you told yourself—you gazed into his eyes. "So, you going to tell me how this happened, big guy?"

Elias exhaled softly, and his eyes softened a bit as your fingers brushed through his facial hair. But he did begin unloading. "It's humiliating. I was over at Finn's, helping some of the women hang up decorations and stuff."

"Well, that was nice of you," you commented, snipping another few hairs.

He blushed a tad, "Thanks. They needed a fairly tall dude to string up lights and garlands and stuff. Finn's freakin' ceilings are HIGH up. Anyway, out of nowhere, Bayley starts choking on her gum, and Nia did the Heimlich maneuver on her. The next thing I know, the gum went flying out of her mouth and straight into my beard! I swear, it was like she aimed it right at me!"

She probably did, you thought, feeling terrible for him. The man loved his beard. And so did you, if you were being completely honest. "Oh!" You had sidestepped around his legs to check out the other side of his face when your foot clipped his and you lost your balance.

Suddenly, you were sitting in his lap.

And you didn't want to move off of him.

Instinctively, your hand went up to his shoulder to gain some stability. The muscle twitched beneath your fingertips, and of its own volition, your thumb began stroking the tensed shoulder. Elias' thighs jolted underneath you then and your breath hitched in your throat. You dared lift your eyes to Elias' face, despite the burning of your cheeks.

His gaze had been waiting for yours.

And if the tracing and curling of his fingers over your hips was of any indication, he didn't want you to move off of him either.

Unless he's preparing to lift you off his lap because he is appalled.

That annoying, ever-present and self-loathing voice just had to speak up.

Flustered and beyond humiliated, you finally scrambled from his lap. "Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry. I can be a real klutz," you told him. Then you attempted to get his mind away from the fact that you'd nearly made a fool of yourself. Okay, the fact that you had made a fool of yourself. Your tone brightened, "But, on the bright side, I'm done with the trim and the beard still looks great! Surprisingly, I didn't have to cut too much."

"Thank you, Little Rose. I really appreciate it."

Little Rose.

He had called you that for as long as you'd known him. You had always wondered why. The effect of his rich, velvety voice using the pet name so softly, never failed to leave you a blushing, flustered mess—even now. Especially now. Your legs were like jello.

Big time.

And he was still looking at you with that smoldering, sexy look on his face.

"I… I-I…" You stammered like a complete moron as you removed the cape from Elias' neck and began putting your scissors away. "Y-your welcome." With your back to him you sighed and rolled your eyes at yourself, and then turned back around, managing to face him—how, you didn't know. "I should probably go get dressed, and head over to Finn's."

Elias nodded, and with a tinge of pink staining his cheeks, he glanced down at his hands. "I could wait on you. We could… ya know… ride over together."

You nodded. Vigorously.

Stop, you told yourself.

"I mean… It would probably be safer for you—that way."

So, he isn't wanting this to be a date. He's just being chivalrous.

You hid your disappointment the best you could. "Sure. Let me go put my dress and shoes on and we can go."

You hurried back to your bedroom and snatched up your phone shooting a group text to the RAW women's roster:

Nattie? Bayley? You are both dead.

You were pulling on your dress when your phone alerted you to a text.

Nattie, you saw, as you opened the message.

On behalf of all of us: You are welcome sweetie! ;-) P.S. If the two of you aren't kissing by the end of the night I will renounce my throne as the matchmaking queen.

Minutes later, you had the vibrant purple dress on, and a pair of silver, strappy pumps. You quickly swept your hair to one side and situated it at the front of your shoulder so that the backless part of the dress was exposed.

You grabbed up your phone and little silver clutch, then you went back to the living room to meet Elias.

"Sorry, I took a bit longer than I meant to," you said, placing your phone into your tiny purse and snapping it shut. "I-" You halted when you heard nothing within the room but your own voice. Afraid, he'd left you after the way you'd behaved, you shifted your gaze up and spotted him sitting on the sofa.

And his eyes were glued to you.

"What," you asked, beginning to feel self-conscious. "Is this too much?" You indicated the dress. Embarrassed, you scooted back a few steps. "I can go put on something a little less showy…"

"No." Elias finally spoke, standing to his feet. "Don't. It's perfect. It's just that…"

"What is it?"

He moved closer to you till he was standing close enough to touch you. "I can't remember really ever seeing you in a dress," he said softly, reaching out and running his index finger over one of the silky long sleeves of the garment. "You're usually dressed casual—jeans and things like that."

You smiled, relieved that he didn't think you looked ridiculous. "I work behind the scenes, big guy. There's not a big call for me to glam myself up very often."

"There should be," he whispered softly, avoiding your eyes. "Because you do it really well."

You were taken aback. It was the first time he had ever said anything remotely flirty to you. And it was made all the sweeter because he couldn't maintain eye contact when he said it—he seemed almost shy. You had no idea what to say, so you settled for a whispered: "Thank you. That is really sweet of you."

He still seemed a little bashful as he spoke again. "I know it's a bit early to be asking. But… Do you think you might like to go to the Hall Of Fame ceremony this year? With me?"

Now, you gasped. You couldn't stop it. You could only hope he hadn't heard it. Maybe he's interested after all. "I'd love to."

He smiled then. And looked right into your eyes when he did it. "I'm glad." Then he placed his large hand on your shoulder and started gently steering you to the front door. "How about we get going? I'm sure the party is-"

You almost giggled at his sudden silence because you realized he must have noticed the exposed skin of your back then.

"Good Lord, woman," he drawled appreciatively. "That is some dress."

"I'd hoped you'd like it," you confessed as he shut the door behind the both of you and then checked the knob to make sure it did lock.

"I do," he replied. "A lot." Then he was leading you over to his huge pickup truck, and you immediately wondered how you would ever be able to climb into the thing in your dress and heels. But you didn't have to ponder for long. As soon as you both reached the vehicle, Elias not only opened the passenger door for you, but also proceeded to stoop down and lift you up into a bridal carry before gently depositing you into the seat.

"Thank you," you said softly, gazing into those beautiful eyes of his—which was much easier to do now that you were up on the truck's seat.

He smiled with a wink at you, and then replied, "Buckle up, sweetheart." Then he shut the door after making sure you were safely inside.

The ride to Finn's house was not awkward as you were afraid it would be. In fact, the two of you seemed to be a bit more open and comfortable with each other while you chatted and small talked.

Before you knew it, Elias was pulling up to Finn's home and killing the truck's engine. You couldn't lie. You were a little disappointed the ride was such a quick one. You were having fun talking and joking with Elias, and just having some alone time with him.

He got out of the truck, and hurried around to your side as if he was afraid you might try to vacate the vehicle before he could reach the passenger door.

He's so sweet, you thought. He came across as this obnoxious, big-mouthed vagabond on Monday nights, but he was actually just a great actor because there was so much more to him than the drifter persona.

Your door was opened and then, once you unbuckled your seat-belt, Elias gently helped you down from the vehicle.

Already, you could hear the frisky beat of some rap song booming from the huge house as you both made your way to the front door. The door was opened before Elias even had the chance to knock. Bayley greeted you both with a hug. You noticed she also was in a dress for a change and she'd ditched her trademark side ponytail.

"Oh my gosh, Y/N," she squealed over the music. "You look so beautiful!" Before you could reply, she had grabbed one of yours and Elias' arms each and was pulling you into the foyer.

All kinds of delicious smells wafted throughout the large home and all of your friends were scattered about several of the rooms, talking, eating, dancing and drinking to the rapidly approaching new year.

And in an instant, everything was a blur.

You were tugged on until you were within the group of your female friends, and Elias was nudged into a den where a lot of the guys were hanging out. You gave each other an apologetic glance before turning your attention to your friends. Of course, Nattie and Bayley and the girls weren't trying to keep you away from Elias, they simply wanted to know what went down at your apartment and why you were later than expected. They all encircled you in what appeared to be a dining room and bombarded you with relentless questions.

"Did he kiss you yet?"

"What took you so long to get here?"

"Did he ask you out?"

You laughed at the rapid fire of questions and didn't bother to try and hide the blush creeping up your face as you began to answer the questions in succession. "No. Mostly the bubble gum job I had to correct on his beard."—You mock glared at Bayley, Nattie, and Nia—"And… sort of?"

"Sort of," Sasha asked. "How do you "sort of" get asked out?"

"Okay, so I think he asked me out," you clarified. "He asked me if I'd like to go to the hall of fame ceremony with him."

Nattie jumped up and squealed, "I knew it! He likes you too!"

"Shh!" You quickly shushed Nattie and glanced over toward Elias to make sure he didn't see that you were obviously telling them about your conversation with him. Thankfully, he seemed to be deep in discussion about something with Finn in the kitchen.

But then, his gaze shifted to yours, and a smile broke out across his face.

Your pulse skipped a beat.

Elias smiled so rarely, it seemed. So, when he bestowed you with a flash of his teeth, it was as if your heart took on a mind of its own.

He indicated he'd like you to come to him with a quick motion of his head and a mouthed: "Come here."

You smiled, gave him a nod and began to head in his direction—everyone and everything else in your proximity forgotten but the huge, gorgeous man calling you to him.

"Y/N!"

A pair of arms looped around you and lifted you up, swinging you through the air. Startled, you looked down and saw that Chad Gable was the culprit.

"Great to see you here, sweetie!"

You laughed and ruffled his hair. "Thanks, Chad. It is great to see you, too!" He sat you on your feet and gave you a big hug. "Happy New Year!" Then he was off and hugging up to a few other of the females.

A tad buzzed, you thought to yourself, chuckling. You continued on your way to Elias, who suddenly looked somewhat perturbed. Your steps faltered a bit, and your head angled; confused as to the look on his face. When you reached him however, he seemed completely back to normal.

"Do you… Do you like to dance," he asked quietly, setting a bottle of beer aside on a nearby table.

You nodded with a slight smile. "I do. How about you?"

He grimaced teasingly and looked down at his feet for a second. "Not usually, no. But for special occasions… I can be persuaded. Only slow dances, though. I can't dance to fast songs to save my life." He looked into your eyes then. "Would you like to dance? Finn has a room set up like a club—has a big dance floor."

"Yes," you replied softly. "And I don't much care for dancing to fast songs either, so that is something we can definitely agree on."

A chuckle rumbled up from his chest as he took your hand and laced his fingers with yours. Then he was leading you down a hallway, deeper into the house. You followed him through a door and down a short set of steps, and then you were in the club room he'd mentioned. The room was dimly lit save for a few strategically placed decorative lights. A disco ball twirled from the ceiling and you noticed that there also were a few tables and chairs set up for anyone who wanted to sit down and chill for a bit. Music boomed through several large speakers—some pop song you hadn't heard before. Which wasn't a surprise. You weren't all that into the newer music. Your taste was on the eclectic side, and was more old school than modern.

"Wow, this is awesome," you said, taking in the ambiance. The room was fairly full with dancing couples. "Finn did great with this house!"

Elias nodded in agreement and then scoffed, "Yeah, but this pop crap has to go. Why didn't someone put a stop to this?"

"We couldn't figure out how to work the thing," AJ Styles, who'd been dancing with his wife in the corner of the room called out, motioning with his head to a customized jukebox.

"That's no excuse, Styles!" Elias shot back, then steered you over to the guilty-as-charged jukebox where he promptly stopped the current song—and had the rest of the dancing couples cheering in the process—and searched for another one to play. "Do you like Johnny Cash?"

"Absolutely," you replied.

No sooner than you spoke, than he was punching a couple of buttons on the jukebox and with a soft smile, led you over to the dance floor as "Rose Of My Heart" filled the room. You almost stumbled. He calls me Little Rose, and he just put on "Rose Of My Heart" for us to dance to… Maybe the girls are right. Maybe he actually does have feelings for me.

You gasped suddenly as Elias playfully yanked you up against his massive frame, wrapping his arms tightly around you. You giggled, enjoying this flirty side of him. He usually seemed so reserved.

Being in his arms felt nice—natural, despite the butterflies fluttering around in your stomach. You only hesitated for a second, then shyly moved your arms up to band around his neck and began swaying to the soft beat of the song with him.

"I didn't come out and say it earlier, but you really look beautiful."

"Thank you," you said softly, avoiding his intense gaze. "And I think you look very handsome."

His cheeks tinged pink and you couldn't resist the urge to touch him. "Why do you blush whenever I compliment you, big guy," you asked, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone. "You can't possibly not know how gorgeous you are."

"I guess I blush for the same reason you don't maintain eye contact when I compliment you, Little Rose."

But, I can't make eye contact because I'm crazy about you. "I doubt that," you sighed, absent-mindedly playing with a tendril of his hair at the back of his neck. You felt goosebumps sprout along his skin and your heart's rhythm sped up at the notion that you had caused them.

"Two can play at that game, honey," he said softly, trailing the tips of his fingers up the bare skin of your back and down again. And then it was your own skin prickling and flushing. Your breath caught in your throat for an instant and then expelled with a very audible whimper. And your eyes had to be playing tricks on you because it appeared as though Elias' pupils dilated—drastically.

"Y/N!" You heard Drew Gulak's excitement-filled voice boom out from behind you and nearly jumped out of your skin. Elias tensed up, and his fingers ceased their playing at your skin.

And just like that, the magic was gone.

Mental note: Must kill Drew.

You gave Drew a small smile, hoping your murderous thoughts were not registering on your face. "Hi, Drew. Happy New Year."

"I'm glad you're here!" He smiled at you and then glanced up at Elias. "Mind if I cut in, Samson?"

It was no secret that Drew had a bit of a crush on you. He was constantly following you around backstage like a love-sick little puppy.

Why does a man always ask the other man if they can cut in on a dance, you wondered. Does the woman not have any say, for Pete's sake? What if she doesn't want to be cut in on?

But Elias—God bless the man—looked Drew square in the eye and replied, "Only if Y/N is okay with it."

And then Drew's puppy dog eyes were on you—practically begging. You sighed inwardly, and vowed that murder was most definitely in Drew's future. "Sure," you replied, not wanting to hurt Drew's feelings.

You reluctantly moved toward Drew, and let him take your hand. As he led you away from Elias, you turned to give the drifter an apologetic glance, but he had already disappeared into the crowd of dancing couples. You sighed again and began swaying to the music within Drew's embrace, hoping that in sparing his feelings, you hadn't hurt Elias'. Surely, he knew you would've rather stayed with him?

"I've been wanting to get to know you better," Drew said, yanking you from your thoughts. "And now I can. This is perfect."

"Um… Well, Drew… Actually, I… I came here with Elias," you spoke up finally, horrified at the thought of being tied down to Drew for the rest of the evening. He seemed like a nice guy, but he was just so… bland. Afraid you needed to say a little more in order to get your message across, you began to pull out of his arms. "I really like him. A lot. I have for a long time."

Hurt registered in Drew's brown eyes and he glanced over your shoulder at something. "Well, sweetie, it looks like he doesn't share your feelings if you ask me."

"What are you talking about?"

He pointed toward a corner of the room and you turned to see what he was gesturing to.

Instantly, you spotted Elias and Mandy Rose in a major lip-lock underneath a bundle of mistletoe.

And just like that, your evening was destroyed.

You saw as Elias pulled away from Mandy then, and said something to her. It didn't look as though he was being all that friendly with her, but the blonde smiled up at him as if he'd just professed his love to her.

"I'm sorry," Drew said softly, but glancing over at him, you could clearly see he wasn't.

You shook your head. "It's fine. I was stupid to assume he felt the same way."

In truth, you weren't fine. But you were not going to let your feelings show. They'd already gotten you into enough trouble for one night. "I'm just going to call an Uber and go home."

"I can-"

"No, really, Drew," you cut him off. "You stay and have fun." You started to turn and make your exit, when Elias suddenly chose that moment to turn away from Mandy. His gaze caught yours and you could see in his eyes that he realized you'd seen the kiss. You worked up a slight, polite smile at him in hopes he would take it as a silent apology for eavesdropping on his moment with the buxom blonde. Then you turned around, headed for the front of the house in search of the front door while pulling up the Uber app on your phone.

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You hung your keys on the set of hooks next to your door, after locking said door, and then laid your clutch on the entertainment center as you passed it. Feeling incredibly stupid, and hurt, you walked over to your sofa and flopped down on it, taking a few minutes to feel sorry for yourself. It took no time for a tear to spill down your cheek. You ignored it, and refused to let anymore tears fall. This was my own ignorance, you told yourself. I had to know that WWE superstars don't fall for behind-the-scenes employees.

But still… It hurt. Badly.

You had genuine feelings for Elias, and you'd thought he was different from some of the wrestlers who clearly were just players.

But apparently, you were wrong.

A knock sounded at your door. Somehow, you just knew…

"Little Rose, come on. We need to talk."

Huffing out a sigh, and really wishing he'd stop with the endearment because it hurt too much to hear his voice use it on you, you stood to your feet and then walked over to the door, opened it and stared at Elias.

"Can I come in," he finally asked.

You stepped aside warily, and let him enter your apartment. He locked the door back for you and then turned to face you. He ran his hand over the back of his neck in somewhat of a nervous gesture. "I know you saw the kiss."

You nodded. There was no denying it.

"I know it sounds cliché, and shady to say, but… I didn't instigate it, or want it. It wasn't even a long kiss. You had to have seen it at the exact moment it happened, because I put a stop to it instantly."

"It's none of my business, Elias. You don't have to explain yourself," you said softly. You finally gained the courage to meet his gaze. "Really. It's okay."

"Why? Is it because of Gulak?"

Your eyes widened in shock. "God, no. I have no feelings for him- Wait. You think because I danced with him that I like him?"

"What was I supposed to think?"

You let out a quick, bitter laugh. "I was only trying to spare Drew's feelings. I just didn't want to hurt him. I actually wanted nothing more than to-" You closed your mouth, realizing you were about to blurt out how you truly felt about Elias. And you couldn't do that. Not when you saw him and Mandy kissing not even an hour ago.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Elias stepped closer to you. "Don't do that." His voice rumbled low in his chest. "Tell me what you were going to say."

You swallowed hard and looked away from him. "I can't. I'm scared."

His large hand reached out, gave your chin the lightest of touches as he tilted your head back, making you look into his eyes. "Don't be, Little Rose."

You gave a slight nod, too tired to resist him anymore. "I like you." You rolled your eyes at yourself. "Gosh, that sounds so high school. I care about you. A lot. And… I was thrilled to see you at my door earlier tonight—even with bubble gum in your beard." Tears clogged your throat as you chortled at your sad attempt at a joke. You hated that a couple of tears trickled from your eyes, but there was nothing you could do about it. "And then you suggested that we ride over to the party together… It made me think—crazy as it sounds—that maybe… maybe you had feelings for me, too." You took a breath and hurried on, but it wasn't necessary to rush. Elias seemed to be giving you all the time you needed to express what you were feeling. It was nice on one hand, but nerve-racking on the other. "So, when I saw you and Mandy…" You rolled your eyes again. "I had this instant feeling of… hurt—disappointment. I mean, I get it. I just do people's hair and makeup. I'm not all that glitzy. I feel like I dim in comparison to someone like Mandy…"

Suddenly, Elias' arms were around you, crushing your slender frame against his burly one.

"Honey, that "glitz" you talk about?… The reason Mandy and all of the other women on the rosters have any glitz, is because of you." You were acutely aware of Elias' hands running up and down your back over and over as he spoke so softly to you. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You don't dim in comparison to anyone," he told you. "They dim in comparison to you."

"It's a little hard to believe that," you replied, truly stunned by how much he had just opened up to you. And feeling quite breathless at hearing how he viewed you. "I'm so used to being responsible for making others look good, that I feel like I'm neglecting myself. And then I just feel so… plain."

"Why do you think I only ever let you work on my beard?"

His question seemed like a loaded one and you were almost afraid to answer. "Because it's my job?" You weren't sure of the answer he was looking for. "And because I'm good at it. Or…"

He cut you off and answered the question for you. "It's not because I don't know how to groom my own beard, or that I'm too lazy to do it. And while you are amazing at your job, that's also not the reason either. It's simply because…" He pulled you even closer, if that were at all possible. His hazel eyes burned into yours. "I find you breathtaking. You are smart, and you're kind, and I crave the feeling of your touch on my face. No one else's. Just yours. I wasn't even actually angry about the gum tonight because I knew it was an excuse to come see you and ask you to go to the party with me." He reached up and brushed the back of his hand down your cheek. "I'm sorry about that kiss, Y/N," he whispered. "That mistletoe was up in the corner because of me. I put it there, hoping I'd have an opportunity to get you under it. And then Mandy went and ruined my plan. That kiss was meant to be yours."

Flabbergasted, you were full of questions. "My God… Where did shy Elias go?"

"I'm only shy till I find out the woman I've fallen for, returns my affections."

Your face flamed, and you had no idea what to say. Nothing seemed adequate. "I-I'm sorry that I danced with Drew," you told him, feeling horrible. "Maybe if I hadn't there wouldn't have been all this confusion."

"There's no need to apologize, Little Rose." He smiled, and let his hand play through some locks of your hair. "Your soft heart toward others is one of the many things I love about you."

You returned his smile. "Why do you call me that?"

"A few reasons," he replied. "One being, that you are little, but there is a hidden strength and courage about you. Another is because you always—always—smell amazing. And…"

"Because of the color of my cheeks when I blush," you teased, your heart feeling fuller by the second.

He shook his head, a full-fledged grin spreading across his face now. "No. It's because of your mouth—your lips… They look and…" He reached up and ran his thumb over your full bottom lip, and gave a slight nod. "They feel like rose petals."

You kissed the pad of his thumb then, and it was as if you'd set off some sort of detonation sequence within Elias.

The next thing you knew, you were pressed against the door by a huge wall of muscle, and Elias' mouth was on yours.

A sound emerged from your throat—a mixture of gasp and whimper, and he crowded you even more. His tongue darted out and slid past your lips and began tasting every inch of your mouth.

"Elias…" You inhaled sharply as he nipped at your bottom lip with his teeth.

"I tripped you up earlier," he murmured, his voice husky. He kissed you again, swirling his tongue over yours. "So you'd land on my lap. Wanted to see what it would feel like… having you on my lap…"

Tossing your inhibitions out the window, you reached up and pulled the elastic band from his hair, sending his long, dark curls tumbling over his shoulders. Then you were tangling your fingers into his hair and leaning up to his ear whispering, "Kiss me again."

"I aim to please, Little Rose," he chuckled as his face lowered to yours. His mouth claimed yours and your eyes fell closed. You were completely enraptured.

You didn't see how the night could get any better.

The End

[sweetdreamhellofanight]

Brand New Love

Elias x Reader Warnings: None Word Count: 956 Summary: People ruin things, and he is a very very good thing. [Requested]

You should’ve been used to it by now. 

 But there was still something so foreign about this whole situation that you were still shocked when you felt a hand on you, or felt someone sneak up behind you. 

You were learning that it was his favorite way of getting your attention, to quietly walk up behind you and pull you close to him by the waist. 

He was quick, though, and always managed to stop your startled screams with a kiss. 

Today he grabbed you by the hand and pulled you into an empty office used for storage. 

It was dim inside, tables and chairs stacked on top of one another, with boxes of old and outdated junk all around you. 

But he spun you around and pulled you close to him, his hands holding your face as he kissed you, desperate, but still softly. 

And you melted into it, your shoulders relaxing as you moved closer to him, 

“Hello to you too,” you said, pulling away. 

“Hi,” he said, lips hovering over yours. 

“Where have you been?” you asked. 

“Around,” he replied. 

“I didn’t hear you leave this morning, I was wondering if I’d see you at all today,” you said. 

“I had early training today, I waited until your meeting was over to find you,” he said. 

It was quiet between you two for a moment and with Elias’ hands resting on your waist, you focused on the strand of hair you twirled between your fingers, feeling the way his eyes ran over you. 

It was all still so new to you both that you found yourself studying him. 

Studying the way his hair felt after he trained, light and frizzy in your hands. The way his breathing slowed when he held you this close. Or the way his eyes seemed to close just the slightest bit as he watched you, his head leaning into you, trying to keep himself as close to you as he could. 

“You know,” you started, quietly, “you’re gonna get us caught one day.” 

He shook his head, pursing his lips, 

“Not gonna happen, I’m too good at this,” he said, his arms tightening around your waist, hugging you close. 

“One of these days you’re going to sneak up behind me and I’m going to scream and you won’t be quick enough,” you said, reaching one hand up to push his hair out of his face.

He turned his head to kiss your palm, but kept his eyes on you, 

“Maybe I want that,” he said. 

“Not yet,” you whispered, your fingers tangling in the ends of his hair. “Let me have you to myself just a little bit longer.” 

“I’m all yours, darling,” he said, leaning in to kiss you again. 

“I just don’t wanna share this with anyone else yet,” you said. 

“I know,” he said, quietly. 

You took a deep breath. 

“Does it bother you?” you asked. “That I want to keep it a secret, still?” 

He clicked his tongue and shook his head, 

“You don’t like sharing everything with people,” he said, “I know that. I don’t mind it.” 

“I always thought you’d be the kinda guy to make a big show out of it,” you said, resting your hands on his chest, looking away from him. “You’d want someone who’d be in that spotlight with you.” 

He leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours, 

“I want what you want,” he said, “and if that means keeping this private, then it’s the only way I want it.” 

You smiled, but still felt a twinge of guilt. 

“People ruin things,” you said, and you weren’t sure who you were trying to justify it to. 

“They always do,” he agreed. 

“And you’re a very good thing,” you added. 

“I’ve been told that before,” he said, winking at you. 

You pushed him away, trying not to laugh. But Elias smiled and pulled you right back against him, kissing you softly. 

“There’s no rush,” he said against your lips, one hand rubbing your back. “We’ve got all the time in the world.” 

“I love you,” you whispered. 

“I love you more,” he replied, matching your voice. 

“And I think it’s so much sexier when it’s a secret,” you added, pulling back a little to look him up and down. 

“Well I can’t argue with that,” he replied. 

For a while, there was only the sound of your breathing, intertwined with the sound of footsteps above. 

It wasn’t the ideal place, with more dust climbing up your nose and into your lungs than anything else, but it would do for now. 

“I love you,” he added after a moment, a gentle kiss to your forehead. “As long as I got you? Well nothing else matters, now does it?” 

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him close. 

You breathed him in, and the world seemed to shrink around you both. 

It didn’t matter that you were in a dusty storage room with your colleagues just a few paces outside, unaware of you two. 

You breathed him in and thought of the way your pillows smelled like him, the way his cologne blended into a part of your life that made everything feel a little bit easier, and made the world seem a little bit rosier. 

You held him tight and felt safe in his arms, and knew nothing else mattered right now. 

You had him and nothing else mattered in this moment. 

And while everyone around you remained unaware of this new relationship, you kept your head on his shoulder and breathed in the scent of late night whispered conversations, and early morning kisses. 

All the while, you breathed in the smell of a brand new love.