#elias x reader

[lil-binuu]

That Day

Elias fanfic // part 1

part 2.1 is out and is here

it FINALLY done 🥹

HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!!

before you read, please keep in mind that i’m pretty new to writing so excuse me if it’s absolutely shit ☺️

{spoiler? there is a gun so tw}

~ 1788 words

“Come on, Yn.” Elias encouraged as you dragged your feet down the hallway towards the meeting room.

With no attempt to cover your sigh, you looked forward and met his dark hazel eyes. There was something in that look. Like some kind of desperation, but he looked away too quickly for you to see properly.

You could tell he was trying to make the best of the situation by his soft shoulder nudge and the smile that flashed only temporarily, enough for you to know this show of contentment was forced.

From the moment you both were summoned to this meeting, Elias’ nerves had been jumping somersaults in his stomach. He had known deep down that this was coming, that his fate was only getting closer but he entirely underestimated the gut wrenching anxiety that was now flooding his veins.

The nightmare of being a leader has played viciously on his mind since he was recruited to the Wraiths, and every time he somehow managed to convince himself that a nightmare was all it was. But now he stood before the dark oak doors of the conference room, with every muscle in his body striving to pull away. Fighting back wasn’t easy, sometimes he just wanted to give up and turn away but he knew there were people relying on him. His father, for example. He tried to remember why he joined the Wraiths in the first place, but his doubts crumbled when his focus drifted towards you, his beloved rosy cheeked barista, standing next to him. The heart banging thunderously in his chest slowed to a mere flutter as he lost himself in every curve and corner of your deeply alluring eyes.

You grounded him. Allowed him to take a moment, to just stop and breathe. He closed his eyes swiftly from the overwhelming sense of appreciation and compassion for you. He opened them to feel the heavy cloud that blocked his mind lessening its weight. He found the strength to lift his wrist and turn the cold metal doorknob.

Elias despised the position he put you in. He hated how he pulled you into this corrupt and dangerous world and desperately wanted to protect you with his life. And now you were not only a victim of the arson attack and having your life ripped apart, but also of the judgement and criticism of the executives. It was obvious that you didn’t deserve this, to Elias it didn’t make sense for you to be criminalised like you had been. But he understood what the gang meant to the city, how important it was for peace for the citizens. He knew the stakes and the damage that would be a consequence of the gangs' ceased existence or if something were to happen to stop them from doing their job. So he knew what it meant to the execs and other wraiths that no insider would ever break in and what lengths they would go to in order to eliminate any treacherous spies. Honestly, Elias couldn’t blame them for being cautious but he’d seen how they became so defensive and ready to point an accusation at someone if there was even the slightest doubt or suspicion.

You knew that Elias was feeling nervous about this meeting, in fact, more than nervous. You had seen him worry about these meetings before, but the stress you saw him in right now was on a whole other level. Seeing Elias like this made every step you took feel unstable. For all you knew the meeting wouldn’t be any different to one both of you had endured before, but Elias was acting differently and wouldn’t tell you what it was, which was unlike him. You wanted to comfort him but honestly didn’t know what to say. He had always been so strong and in control, but now he stood in front of the door with worry and uncertainty in his eyes. Nevertheless, he was one to keep moving forward and he did.

As the door opened from Elias’ steady push, an array of raised voices escaped the room. Looking around, you began to recognise people whether it be an executive from the first meeting or from seeing them at the Brewhouse multiple times but either way these people were strangers. Behind the overlay of strident voices, sat the warden. His eyes changed focus from the wraiths in front of him to the door where the two of you stood. Without saying anything, the Warden held up a hand and the group of members stopped their heated discussion. Heads followed his eyes and turned towards the door. There were a couple morbid seconds of eye contact accompanied by uncomfortable silence. Disturbing the quiet, a man who you recognised as Elliot spoke up.

“Look who finally showed up”

His thick voice filled the room, followed by a soft ripple of laughs.

“Take a seat everyone.” The warden’s voice commanded.

The groups of people parted ways and each took seats around a few tables in the room. The cleared crowd made it easier to see how large the room was. Elias swallowed hard as a hot rush of blood flooded his head. His feet felt stuck as if they were drowning in toffee.

Directing his attention, “You two, sit.” The warden gestured to chairs at the main table.

Elliot interrupted, “What about them? Don’t you think it’s a little unwise to let them into this?” nodding his head slightly at you.

Your eyes dropped to the floor. You shifted under the discomfiture of many lingering eyes upon you. The comment itself didn’t bother you, only the outright rudeness of it. You didn’t want to be dragged into this and just about everyone you met had threatened or accused you of something, before even knowing your name. You never particularly cared what others thought of you, but it was difficult to ignore when everyone around you treated you like a liar.

The warden raised his eyebrow. “How so?”

“Well I’m just saying, there’s a chance they use the information in this meeting against us.” Elliot explained.

Mumbles ran around the room. Another person spoke up, “He’s got a point, Warden. We don’t know if we can trust them.” The crowd murmured in agreement, but Elias’s voice sliced through the noise.

“They’re not hurting anybody by being here, and whether you trust them or not they wouldn’t do that.”

His eyes fell onto the Warden. For once would he let him get his way? His father wasn’t always harsh on him; Elias would sometimes think back to the dad jokes and the love for his mother that made him cringe, but that he strangely admired. Everything changed after she died. Their house that was once filled with love and joy and laughter was replaced by a gaping hole. It ate away at both of them, especially his father. He became absorbed by gangs and work and that left Elias often feeling disregarded. As a teen, he grew desperate for his father’s attention by acting out, but even then he put his work first. All Elias wanted was for his father to see him for who he was and just be proud. He was sick of never being seen as his own person, only as the warden’s son. And yet here he stood, pleading for his father’s pity before being stripped of his own identity and dreams to fit the standards of others.

The room’s focus turned back to you as the warden growled “They can wait outside”

Elias was ready to lash out but instead held his tongue clenched his jaw in frustration. There were people watching, and they already despised him, so he couldn’t give them any more reasons to. His eyes turned to catch yours and locked together. He refused to look away until the door shut between you.

Closing the door, you took a step back. A sudden quiet filled the hallway, a change to the roaring of the conference room. Elias really had just stepped into the lion's den. You felt a sense of relief, but it was replaced quickly by a heaviness in your chest. What would happen to Elias? What information would be so important that you couldn’t know? Sighing, you leant against the wall next to the door.

What about you was so difficult to trust? You could understand people being suspicious of you but wasn’t it obvious by now that you didn’t do anything wrong?

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t notice the looks you got from people as they walked past. After the crowd, the building fell quiet again, excluding the occasional raised voice muffled through the wall you were leaning against. You wondered what was happening there, what Elias was so nervous about and why he didn’t tell you. Did he not trust you?

Tripping suddenly before you, a man dropped a parcel at your feet. Turning your focus to the wrapped package, you bent down to pick it up for the man.

Handing the parcel back, you were met with a gun pointing at you held behind the man’s open jacket. Shocked, you looked up to see his serious face and eyes staring sharply back at you. With a low voice, he threatened to keep quiet and do as he said. The man looked over his shoulder before grabbing you. You tried to resist by moving slightly out of his way but the man seized your arm. Before you could even react, the man thrust the gun to your skin, reminding you not to speak. Pulling you closer to him, he lead you down the hall, each shaky step of yours forced by the pushing from him behind you. With a heart banging like drums in your ears, you tried to stay calm and think.

Who was he? Where was he taking you?

Your stomach turned as you saw him leading you towards an unauthorised exit. In your mind, you begged for someone to come around the corner and stop him. If you wanted to scream, no sound would come out.

You tried to move your arm from the man’s iron grip, only for the grip to tighten and the cold metal tip of the gun to dig deeper into your skin, causing you to flinch slightly.

The closer you got to the exit the more you realised nobody was going to save you. You wracked your brain desperately, trying to think of a solution. Is this man alone? What does he want with me? He must know who I am, but who is he? If he was affiliated with rival gangs, how did he even get into the building without being recognised?

thanks for reading till the end! it would mean a lot if you could tell me your fav/least fav parts or the best/worst parts so i can improve, but not forcing <3

[themoonalienhere2000]

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

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

[xzhdjsj]

Moonstruck

Ahem ahem I miss my local bad boy

Everybody say thank you to @chilliesillie for this because THIS is the only reason it exists😍

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"I missed you." You snuggle closer to Elias, pressing your face into his neck.

He had left earlier in the morning to meet his father, leaving you alone in the safe house. It was the first time you'd been by yourself in a while and you just couldn't help but jump onto him the first chance you got, so as soon as he returned you took it upon yourself to push him onto the couch and smother him in hugs.

"Really? I was only gone for two hours babe." He giggles at the feeling of your breath on his skin.

You pulled away, a faux frown on your face, "Okay but you left without telling me. I woke up and the bed was empty, actually the entire house was empty!"

"I'm sorry babe. You looked so peaceful sleeping, I didn’t wanna wake you up." He placed a hand on your cheek, and you eagerly lean into his touch. "Besides you knew I had to see Warden today."

"Yeah, but that didn't make me feel any less lonely. I really really missed you."

The state he's in right now is just tempting. The way he leans back giving you full access to his body, his hands gently caressing your thighs on either side of his body. And his eyes, his fucking eyes that keep looking at you with that dreamy expression.

"How about I make it up to you?" He’s looking up at you all starry eyed and expecting. "You can use me as you please. Anything you want, you can take it from me."

Your heartbeat quickens and if you didn't look away now, you might just lose yourself in the depts of his gaze.

"Why do you say things like that?" You try to hide your flushed cheeks with your hands.

"Hey," he turns your face back to look at him, "You said you missed me, I'm just giving you the opportunity to show me how much."

"Shut up"

He takes your hand from your face, placing it right on his chest, “I feel a little stuck in this jacket, will you please help me get it off?”

You don’t respond, scared that some other sound might escape your throat that most definitely aren’t words ,especially when he’s pulling you further up his lap, closing the space between your bodies.

Wordlessly, you push his jacket further down his shoulder, swallowing hard as more of his arms is revealed. No matter how many times you've seen them, even if he parades the house in shirts without sleeves all the time, you'll never get over how attractive they are.

"Keep going." He leans up to whisper in your ear and you promptly shove him back down. He stays down, chuckling at how dishevelled you are from just some light teasing.

"You'll be the death of me.” You huff.

“Don’t be dramatic, I know you want this just as much as I do. I know you’ve been wai-”

He does not shut up, does he? So, you shut him up, pressing your lips onto his. He’s still laughing at your impatience in-between kisses, it reverberates through the kiss and annoys you even more, so you push him further into the plush cushions. He helps you stay anchored to him with his hands on your hips, squeezing more and more as the kiss escalates. He willingly opens his mouth granting you access to his tongue, and you willingly accept.

When you finally pull away, you’re both out of breath. He’s still looking up at you with the same awestruck expression and you wonder just what’s going through his mind.

“I… I like it when you look at me like that.” You confess, “It’s the same way you look at the stars.”

He’s grinning below you, gently guiding your face back down to kiss him again. The way his body reacts to you is astonishing, willing to bend and comply at your every touch. In turn, it makes you want to give in to his every request and need. In the end of it all, it’s just you and him indulging in each other to satiate you own wants.

“You- god you.” You’re dumbstruck.  

“Come on, kiss me more." He pushes, voice raspy and filled of need. "Paint galaxies on my skin with your lips.”

The hairs on your skin raise, sending tickles and shivers down your spine. This man needs to be stopped. But...

If that’s what he wants, who are you to deny him?

[literary-motif]

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

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

Starshine (NSFW)

Elias x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[chol1na]

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

wip:

✮ pickle vs nihongo. (isaac)

✮ sakuverse character’s handwriting.

✮ my little leech (xanthus/lawrence)

✮ relativity (elias)

© chol1na

[wrestlersownmyheart]

Pairing: Elias X Female Reader

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

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

Content/Trigger Warnings: None. Just pure fluff.

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

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

Beyond the Jordan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm glad."

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

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

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"Look! We're here!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"My name is Elias. Elias Samson."

"Alright, Elias are you ready?"

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm Y/N."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, we do."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Minutes later, you were headed to do just that.

THE END

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[fire-emblem-drabbles]

Out of the Pan, Into the Fire

Pairing: Yandere Elias x reader, Yandere Harley x reader

Prompt: sometimes you just have to write something, even if only you enjoy it. this is one of those pieces.

Description: You loved your job as a host, even if you do occasionally have to deal with some of humanity’s finest. It’s a shame then, that this particular Sunday night, things didn’t go your way.

Rating: sfw

Content Warning: Yandere, stalking, Elias being his usually scumbag self, kidnapping (ask to tag if I missed something)

Word Count: 3216

Notes: Sorry Ellie @love-toxin, I'm condensing my blogs and reposting this, so I'll have to tag you again for your boys!

It use to be you didn’t mind working Sunday nights. The crowd in the historical district of town was a lot more tame compared to Friday or Saturday before it, and usually your towns football team was playing; people would rather be on the other side of town, watching them, or in their own homes. It made the combination bar/restaurant you worked at far more manageable. Plus, it was your last day of work before you got your ‘weekend’. You closed with your favorite manager, too, and he always tried to get you out of there at a decent time. Recently, however, things have ruined it for you.

Well, things is a nice way to put it. “It” was a new regular you got at the bar-- a man who introduced himself as one Elias Norwood. Honestly, just looking at his pretty face made your mood sour. He was always too friendly with you, trying too hard to corner you in your little host stand with more than polite conversation. Your managers are aware of him, of course, and your bartender is always sure to keep an eye on him as he drinks (choosing on of the bar stools, of course, that he could watch you from) but since he’s never done anything outright besides make you feel uncomfortable, there’s not much that can be done. You can tell he enjoys making you feel uncomfortable, smirking as you look away from him and lead some clueless couple to their seat, far away from him.

This Sunday, frankly, couldn’t be worse. It was cold, blisteringly so. Between the old doors liking to stick open and welcome in the cold, and the unusual amount of people here to watch the game (you hadn’t even noticed but the local football team was close to heading to the super bowl or something?), and the amount of work your manager had to do, you were stuck here for a minute. Above all that, you hadn’t even noticed Elias slip into the restaurant until you returned to the host stand to find him casually leaning against your back wall-- smiling all the way. You jump back a step, hand over your heart in surprise, because the bastard has your phone in his hand as well, humming as if he isn’t trying to violate your privacy right then and there.

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“H-hey!” Its all your can sputter out in the shock of that moment. Logically, you know he hasn’t gotten past your phones lock, but the image of him boredly pretending to scroll through your phone manages to defeat any logic you may of once had.

“Well, fancy seein’ you darlin.” He looks up from your phone, lazy smirk on his face.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You would take a step towards him, yank your phone from his grasp, but of course that what he wants. You take a deep breath. You would be out of here soon-- your manager was counting your drawer right now. You were literal minutes away from walking away from this.

“Well, I thought I would do you a favor and put my number in for you, in case you finally wanted to take me up on my offer, but you got this darn lock on your phone.” He clicks his tongue, finally meeting your gaze with mischievous, golden eyes. “Lucky for you then, I just took a picture and wrote out my number for you.” he turns off your phone, before placing back on your desk. “Just thought I’d say hello to my favorite little hostess before I asked to be seated.” You quickly grab your phone and pocket it, frowning at him.

“I’m cut, and you know the kitchen is closed. I don’t care where you sit.” You really aren’t in the mood to play games, especially with him. You just had to wait for your roommate to come and get you, over at the very bright, and populated, 24 hour grocer.

“Aww but you know I’d follow you anywhere sweetheart.” You sigh, clench your fists and close your eyes for a moment. You were almost done. Almost. You just had to deal with Elias for a bit longer. You open your eyes again, and just decide to treat Elias like he was any old person, and not a man far too interested in you.

“Okay! So just one then?” The obvious change in your tone catches him off guard but you’re speaking again. “Well, okay, did you want a table, a booth…?” He does a one over of the restaurant, before smirking.

“I’ll take a booth, if you have one.” You don’t even have a your tablet right now-- its already been handed over to the bartender for the evening. So, you take a look at the booths and, of course, the only one open is booth 1-- the one right behind the host stand. No one else had wanted to sit there for most the evening for fear of the cold…

“Right.” You’re impressed with yourself you didn’t even sigh. From the corner of your eye, you can see your closing manager and the last server talking-- looking your way. At least they had your back. “In that case, have a seat right here, sir!” You gesture to the booth, and move out of his way so he could sit there. Elias does so, smirking all the while. “The kitchens last call is at 8:55, so if you’re hungry order quick! I hope you enjoy.” You promptly turn to face your manager as he walks up and see that your coworker is talking to Elias, distracting him from you. You’re so thankful.

“Hey! Your drawer looks good, so feel free to head out of here.” He casts a glance to Elias, frown fitting his face for a moment before turning back to you. “Will you be okay?” You’re already clocking out as he talks to you.

“I’ll be fine.” You take the little receipt with your hours and shove it into your pocket, eagerly pulling on your winter coat. You don’t even have it zipped up and you grab your purse and move towards the front door. “My ride is on the way. Bye!” You practically run out the door, making sure you were far from any line of sight of the restaurant before zipping up your jacket.

Once free, you sigh and shake your head. Elias was really getting out of hand… sure, in the past he was annoying, and his staring made your uncomfortable but this was the first time you felt scared of him. Even now, your heart was still pounding. You look over your shoulder to make sure he hasn’t left the restaurant yet, before shaking your head and continuing on your way to the grocery store. Elias was creepy, sure, but he wasn’t a stalker, right…? At this point, you could only hope so. Your house was at least a 15-20 minute ride from your work. All that time, alone… it made you shiver. Finally, your rounded the corner from the street of your work. Even if he did leave now, he wouldn’t know which way you went. Trusting that, you moved forward, thinking to grab yourself something to eat while you wasted time waiting for your roommate.

You pulled out your phone to text them, only to unlock it and see the picture Elias left. Sure enough, while you were in the back seating someone, he took a picture of himself, and used the draw tool to write his number up the side of it. You had half a mind to delete it but stopped. If an incident did happen with him… it would be nice to have a picture to send to your friends and family. Closing the app, you groaned seeing your phone had hardly 4%-- you quickly sent your roommate a text saying you were off and telling them your phone was about to die. They would know to pick you up from there, even if communication got cut.

The next 10 or so minutes were the most peaceful you had all evening. Even if your feet were sore, you took solace in walking up and down the brightly lit, sparsely populated store. You grabbed a few things for dinner, paid for them, and walked slowly to the exit. You were hesitant to leave the store, not only because of the cold, but because there were no lights in this parking lot. You could see for the most part thanks to all the other stores and being at least kinda inside the city, but it was still scary. That, and Elias could be out there. You didn’t know that for sure, though. You couldn’t see his car (there were kinda a lot, though) and you’re sure he didn’t follow you, but still…

“Oh, I’m sorry,” You stumble back and nearly trip as you run into someone. They’re taller than you so you’re unsure how you missed them. “I wasn’t looking where I was going…” You shuffle back a bit more once you get a proper look at the man you bumped into. He was big- at least a full head taller than you, and built in a way that he didn’t even budge when you ran into him. Even in the winter, hi skin looked tanned and warm, and his long hair did nothing to hide his displeased look.

“Just be more careful next time.” Its more grumbled out than anything but you get the feeling that he doesn’t mean it past the surface.

“I will.” You smile at him. “I’m just… waiting for a friend to show up, that’s all.” You sigh a little as he gives you this weird look and continue speaking. “This weird guy at work was harassing me, so I’m trying to lay low. Well, and keep warm.” You chuckle a bit at that.

“… I could wait with you.” Your surprised by his kindness. “If your friend is taking a while.”

“Ahh, I mean, I wouldn’t want to impose on you.” Your cheeks flush. “I’m not even sure if this guy is actually following…” You pause as you see what you think is his car, out in the back of the parking lot. You could be imagining things, of course, but the way your heartbeat picks up is far from fake.

“Hey.” A large hand is placed on your shoulder. You look back to the man, who seems to be struggling to find the right words. At this point, you wonder who feels more awkward. “Just… let me help you.” You aren’t sure what’s made him extend this kindness to you but maybe, for once, something was going your way.

“...Okay, thank you. I’m _____, by the way.” You introduce yourself as you fall into step with him, sure to stay close to him and keep an eye on the suspicious car. It wouldn’t hurt to make him think you knew this man, who certainly looked like he could take care of himself, you, and Elias if need be.

“Harley,” He introduces himself as. You walk silently for a moment, over to an older truck. You can’t name the brand of it, but you can recognize the wear and tear on it to tell that Harley probably lives out of town. You wonder, silently, what brought him here tonight. He doesn’t offer much in the way of conversation as he welcomes you into his truck and turns the heat up. From where he’s parked, you have a perfect view of the suspicious car and the spot you would usually wait for your roommate.

“...thank you for doing this for me. Not many people would go out on a limb like that.” He just huffs at you.

“Doubt you could do much damage to me. It’s no bother.” He’s looking the same direction you are, eyes glaring at something.

“Yeah but, still. I was a stranger to you.” You fiddle with the zipper of your coat, looking down a moment. When he gives no response you stop a moment, unsure what to say or do. “That weird guy I was talking about, Elias, bothers me at work.” You sigh. “I host at a restaurant bar combination, and he started coming in a few weeks ago. At first he was just sweet but well… he quickly crossed the line from ‘polite compliments’ to ‘borderline work harassment’”. You shake your head with a heavy sigh. “Even tonight, he totally crossed a line. That’s why I was afraid of him following me, he just…” You pause, trying to find the right words. “Something just seemed different with him tonight, and I guess that scared me.” You aren’t completely sure why you’ve just opened up to Harley like that unprompted, but the information only seemed to make him upset. When you look up from your lap you can only gasp. The car you had been watching moves from where its sat, going to either leave the parking lot. You get a clear view of it as it comes closer and its all you can do to hide in the room by your feet. “Oh my god that’s him!”

“No shit?” Harley growls. “Bastard can’t keep his hands to himself…” You don’t really care to know what Harley is mumbling about as you hide from view. Over the engine of the car you hear the doors lock. “We’re getting out of here. Sit up and put your seat belt on.” His tone is demanding and frankly, who are you to be questioning him? He still kind of scares you but all things considered, you’ve decided that where ever Harley takes you, it will be away from Elias and that’s about all you can ask for at this point. You think to text your roommate all that has gone down since your last text but find your phone finally dead. Harley peels out of the parking lot, heading the opposite direction of your house.

You’re silent as everything washes over you. Elias followed you there, or at least knows that’s where you go after work to wait for a ride. Was this the first time he had come looking for you? Or had he watched you before? What was he planning to do if he found you? Tears well in your eyes as you think about it, but you will them not to fall.

“He… he actually followed me.” You hardly even realize you’re saying the words. “What was he going to do to me…?” You clutch at your phone uselessly. Harley has just stopped responding at this point, driving with an anger on his face you don’t care to look at. “D-did he want to hurt me?” Sobs finally hit you. Did he finally get mad at all your rejection, was this his breaking point?

“Stop crying,” Harley doesn’t take his eyes off the road but his voice has an edge to it that has you stopping. You don’t want that anger directed towards you, ever. “I’m taking you somewhere he can’t hurt you.”

“H-he was going to hurt me?” At a red light, Harley finally takes a moment to look at you. You’re shaking, tears lining your eyes as you try to stop your bottom lip from quivering. Its sight enough to get him to bite his lip as he looks back to the road.

“Or worse.” He hits the gas as the light turns green. “He’s scum of the earth.” In this state, you don’t even question how Harley knows Elias. But with the conviction he speaks, you believe him. He doesn’t say much else about him but you don’t want him too.

“I… my roommate is going to be worried about me.” You show off your useless phone to Harley. “It’s dead. I can’t tell anyone where I’ll be.”

“You won’t need that.” You don’t like the tone of his voice, and you especially don’t care for the way the city streetlights are fading, leading out to the outskirts and beyond. “I’ll protect you from him.” His words play funny in your stomach and the familiar feeling of anxiety starts to take you.

“...Harley, where are you taking me?” You pass the last gas station of the city limits, turning off into a country road that doesn’t even show up on maps anymore.

“Home.” Is all he says. Even if the doors weren’t locked, he’s going too fast for you to even think about leaving his truck. A sinking feeling hits you as you realize the gravity of your situation.

“This isn’t my home…” You offer weakly, watching as rolling fields and fences pass by in the dark.

“It is now.” Again, he speaks in the tone that offers no recourse. You just sit in the silence that follows, cursing yourself for being so trusting of a complete stranger. As you continue moving along in the night, you wonder idly, if going with Elias would be as bad as this—whatever Harley has planned for you now. Now more than ever you want to cry but already having a taste of Harley’s anger makes you ball it up and take deep breaths to keep from crying.

Eventually, the console reads 10:17. You’re at least an hour out from town if the clock on it is right (you don’t want to dream it’s later). Harley pulls up to a farm, with hardly any lights on save for his headlights. In the dark, you can make out some shapes but it’s hard to tell. You stay there, limp as he gets out of his side of the car. He comes around to yours, and opens it, looking at you expectantly.

“...Why me?” Its all you can ask as you look him in the eyes. He’s frowning and for a long moment, it seems like you’re not going to get an answer.

“...Can’t let Elias have you.” Is all he says. Somehow, you know the answer would be unsatisfactory.

“So its okay for you to take me away instead?” You can tell your words have made him mad as he yanks you by your forearm out of the truck. Much like how you met, you stumble unceremoniously into his chest. Harley doesn’t give you an answer at all as you’re practically dragged into his house. Everything about it is too wrong for what this is-- too warm, too comforting, too homely. You don’t even have it in you to take off the thick winter coat you had put on before you left your apartment that afternoon, so with a sigh, Harley does that as well, hanging it up beside his own coat. He goes to remove your winter boots as well but you stop him, and do it yourself. You allow him to lead you to a room upstairs and just look at him as he stands there.

“…Sleep. Work starts before the sun gets up.” You simply sit on the edge of the bed, nodding as he leaves the room, closing the door behind him. You don’t hear the click of a lock but you do hear the old stairs creek as he descends downstairs for who knows what. When you’re finally alone, in a vaguely cold, unfamiliar room, your tears finally fall.

[quintinh43]

Fucking Canada | Luke Hughes

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

Pairings: Luke Hughes x Fem!Reader

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

Wc: 4.9k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Luke" you whisper breathlessly.

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

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

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

"You know you love me," he grins.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Q: You guys are coming to the game right?

Luke: Yep, excited to see you Q

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

Q: Excited to see you guys too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's not" you say

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Still want you," he pouted.

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

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

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

"So what the fuck happened?" Quinn questions.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fucking Canada" he mutters shaking his head.

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Hi guys!! I was very excited while writing this, so I hope y'all like it. Comment comment comment! I love comments, I wanna hear all your thoughts! They always make my day a bit brighter.

On that note, I'm going on a bit of a writing break for a week-ish cause schools getting a bit busy with midterms and final papers and whatnot. I'll still be active, tho (unless i feel like it's distracting, then I might fall off the face of the earth for a bit).

Anyways, with that, I hope y'all have a lovely, lovely evening. Love Soph ♡

[gisellaswrld]

i look at you wondering where your mind is at; you’re the first choice in my heart always

bb6 | being selected as a celebrity captain along side your brothers for the nhl all stars games was a situation you never thought of. leading up to the games, you made jack and quinn promise that brock would be the first pick. but after a small fight the morning of the games, you decide otherwise.

a/n this was fun to write and i love brock so much so if you guys want more bb6, please send some requests!! i’ll write a more smutty part two at the request of you guys :)

There were many things you loved that you had to give up due to your brother’s successful hockey careers. Your parents were already stressed out with three boys who all loved hockey, but you added stress on top of that. All your life, you never really enjoyed playing hockey. You played one year, just to prove to your mom you didn’t enjoy it. Ellen took the news with a heavy heart, but decided to give you options of what to pursue next. That’s when the entire Hughes family pinpointed your special talent. It wasn’t hockey, or volleyball, or golf even. It was singing.

After the realization, Ellen quickly found the best talent coach in Michigan for you. Moira, your singing coach, helped you develop the skills necessary for being the next big pop star. Fast forward to now, 20 years old, and you were jumping the charts. After opening on the Era’s tour for Taylor Swift, then the release of your first album Emails I Can’t Send, you were the next big thing. The media loved it all, they ate the news for breakfast.

Every single Hughes child was successful. Ellen and Jim got tons of recognition for raising successful children.

Currently, you resided in Vancouver with your older brother Quinn. Throughout the past years of living with him, you grew to adore his teammate Brock. What started as a friendship between two people who would confide in each other during tough times, blossomed into the dream healthy romantic relationship.

When you received the invitation to be a celebrity coach for the NHL All Stars game, you quickly accepted under one circumstance. That you’d coach alongside your brothers. Of course when the news was released, everyone went wild. On top of that, you got to join one of your close friends Tate as a coach. Tate had reached out one drunken night, asking for either your brother or Brock to fight Cole during a Canucks vs. Blue Jackets game. Since then, your friendship with her was as thick as thieves.

The morning of the All Stars draft had been going smoothly. You made Quinn and Jack to promise to pick Brock first, and they listened. You knew of their planning schemes with some of the other coaches, practically planning the draft before it happened.

You sat on the hotel bed, shoving cereal into your mouth. Brock was showering, getting prepared for the red carpet he had to attend before the draft. He came out, dressed in black pants and a white sweater. You furrowed your eyebrows at him, a curious look forming.

“What happened to your other outfit?” You asked, setting the cereal down on the bed side table. Brock quickly looked up at you, then looked back in the mirror. “Decided not to wear it.” Brock nonchalantly answered.

“Oh?”

“Don’t be like that, doll. It’s not anything crazy. Just figured I’d look more professional.” Brock explained, walking to sit on the bed. You scooted further away from him, a glare settling on your face. “So your first outfit wasn’t professional?” You asked, eyebrows raised.

“Why are you making it a big deal?” Brock’s voice came across aggressive, causing you to scoff. “Because it was your idea? And I was excited to see you wear it.” You stated, quickly getting off the bed.

Brock watched as you gathered your makeup bag and other things needed to get ready for the entire day. You started to head towards the door when you heard his voice again. “Where are you going?”

Your hand clasped the door handle, pulling to door open. “To my brother’s room. I don’t want to deal with you or this right now. Just know you upset me and I’m angry.” You stated, leaving the room quickly.

Quinn and Olivia’s room was a few doors down and you were convinced you’d enjoy being around them more than Brock right now. You knocked loudly, hearing some shuffling before Quinn opened the door. Before he got a chance to speak, you shoved past him, setting your things down.

“What are you doing?” Quinn asked, shutting the door behind him. “Or do I even want to know?”

“Brock made me upset and I don’t want to be around him. I figured Olivia would enjoy having a friend to get ready with.” You answered, looking around for her. The bathroom door quickly opened, Olivia standing in a robe with curlers in her hair. “Y/N!” Olivia smiled.

“Hi Olivia, Brock made me mad. Now I’m here.” You greeted her, a smile on your face. Olivia gasped, crossing her arms. “What did he do?” Olivia questioned. You glanced up at Quinn, who was definitely more curious than Olivia.

“He changed his outfit, so now he isn’t wearing his special shirt.” You stated, shrugging. Olivia’s eyes widened, a scoff falling from her lips. “You mean the shirt he paid like $80 for? The shirt that has your face on it? The one he specifically bought for this?” Questions quickly fell from Olivia’s mouth as disbelief spilled through her tone.

“I’m going to Jack’s. You guys have fun.” Quinn left the room, hearing enough from the story. “Yes that shirt! He said he wanted to be more professional.” You exclaimed, a sad look forming on your face.

“What an asshole!”

You and Olivia finished getting ready, but you had to be at the Scotia Bank Area sooner than her since you were a coach. When you arrived, you were immediately swarmed and overwhelmed by the girls wanting pictures and autographs. You tried your best to speak to everyone and at least hold a conversation with them. Your agent, Thalia, stayed close by. She ensured you were making good time. For one moment she stepped away for a phone call.

“They want you for interviews now, sweet heart.” Thalia informed, ushering you forward. You were led to a room filled with reporters, players, the other celebrity coaches and captains. Once you were spotted by Tate, she quickly ran over to you.

“Oh my gosh! You look so good.” Tate gushed, pulling you into a hug. You smiled, quickly reciprocating the gesture. “Thank you, you look great yourself.” You replied, pulling away.

“I was surprised when Brock was brought back here without you. Are you guys okay?” Tate asked, her voice quiet as reporters were currently interviewing Auston, Morgan, and Justin.

“Got in an argument this morning, so I’m not speaking to him.” You shrugged, ignoring his stares from across the room. “Guess he should be reminded that even though the draft is planned, I can still have a little fun.” You added, a devious smirk on your face.

“You are evil. I love it.” Tate giggled, pinching your shoulder softly. “Oops, gotta go, it’s my turn.” Tate waved, walking over to Cale and Nate. You moved over to your brothers and Elias.

“Pst. Can we wait till after we draft the last Goalie to pick Brock?” You whispered, the plan already forming in your head. Quinn, already knowing of the argument, rolled his eyes. “They got in an argument over his shirt.” Quinn quickly explained.

Elias had a confused look on his face, but let out a sigh. “I guess, but don’t you think that’s mean?” He asked, his eyebrows pinched together. “Mean? Sure, but I could be writing a song about him so what’s a little harmless fun?” You answered.

All four boys stared at you, then looked at each other. “If you don’t do it, I’m going to tell mom.” You spoke harshly, staring directly at your brothers. “You know how upset she gets when her brothers don’t listen to her only little princess,”

“Fine, fine. He will go after the goalies. Just don’t tell mom.” Quinn shook his head, slightly annoyed at his sister’s antics. “She’s got a point. Shouldn’t we be sticking up for our sister?” Jack agreed, gesturing towards you.

The rest of the interviews went well, except for when a reporter requested for you to do an interview with Brock. The interaction was tense, only short answers given from the both of you. You were sure the clips would quickly be on Twitter from your fan base, but oh well.

The draft started quicker than ever, the Hughes team getting the chance to pick the first player. You already told Brock that he was the intended first pick, but after deliberating with your brothers and Elias, Nikita Kucherov was going to be your first selection. You requested to be the person to announce it, just to see the look on Brock’s face.

“Team Hughes, are you ready for your first pick?” Jamie asked, looking at the group of four. Everyone nodded, agreeing on their final selection. You took a small step forward, a smile on your face as some fans cheered. “We chose Nikita Kucherov from the Tampa Bay Lightening,” You announced, eyes quickly locking to Brock.

Brock rolled his eyes, running a hand down his face. J.T. Miller nudged him, a curious look on his face. You shook Nikita’s hand, letting him go grab his jersey.

Quinn ended up picking most of his team, along with Brady Tkachuk, Jesper Bratt, and Cam Talbot. After a commercial break, the choice was back to the Hughes Team. You took a step forward, waiting for Jamie to give you the go.

“I guess, we are picking Brock Boeser. Even though he didn’t wear his shirt with my face on it, then was mean to me.” You scrunched your face, watching as Brock skated up while shaking his head.

You held your hand over your microphone as he pulled you into a hug. “You are in trouble, doll.” Brock mumbled in your ear, then promptly skated off to receive his jersey. You had a small smirk on your face, clapping as he received his jersey.

The rest of the event went smoothly, thankfully. Now you were pilled into Uber’s that were driving you to the bar that Auston Matthews rented out for the night. You were squished in between Brock and Elias, uncomfortably squirming in the seat at some of the potholes in the road.

Brock’s arm hung loosely behind your seat, his hand occasionally tugging at loose strands of your hair. To which you’d return a nudge at his side, and he would always react with a low chuckle.

“Scoot over, I know you are uncomfortable.” Brock leaned over to whisper in your ear. Jack was blasting music loudly in the Uber so it wasn’t hard for Brock’s voice to get drowned out by anyone but you.

You glared at Brock, but still scooted over to sit in his lap. “You still mad at me?” Brock continued to speak quietly, his hand squeezing at your exposed thigh.

You nodded, continuing the fun ignoring game you liked to play when you were mad. Brock hated it, despised it actually. Yet, you still did it because Brock would always find a pleasuring new way to deal with your attitude.

“Come on, don’t act like I don’t know what you did. I’m sure you loved convincing your captains to switch the draft order, all over a silly argument.” Brock spoke, tugging at another strand in your hair.

You looked at him in confusion, wondering who snitched to him. “You think Pettersson would keep it from me?” Brock now had an amused expression on his face.

Thankfully the conversation was put on pause as you arrived to the bar. Brock tapped your ass as you pushed open the door. Tonight, your plan was to continue to be angry at Brock, just to catch a reaction out of him. And boy, would it be a fun night.

[cheesy-cryptid]

Even death wont do us part 🥀🥀🥀

[lil-binuu]

doing elias’s makeup

insp: @nanachozip

“OW you’re gonna poke my eye out!” Elias exclaimed as he tried to dodge the makeup brush in your hands.

“I won’t if you just hold still” You said laughing, trying to balance the eyeshadow pallet and brush in one hand while your other grabbed his face, pulling him to look at you.

Biting down on your lip as you focused, trying to fix the wonky eye wing.

Elias’s eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips and he smirked, enjoying having you so close to his face.

Sitting back to examine your work, Elias picked up the mirror on the side. You frowned and picked out a different brush, turning back to see Elias had smudged the corner of his eye while you were distracted.

Grinning at your expression of dismay, he snaked a hand around your waist, “I guess you’ll just have to do it again.”

In one swift movement, Elias pulled you forward onto his lap and leaned into your mouth.

Closing his eyes and tangling your lips with his, arms resting on his shoulders, your fingers tugging playfully at the ends of his hair.

Sending sparks around your body as you felt his tongue exploring yours, a hand resting affectionately around the back of your neck. Pulling away gently, feeling your hot breath on his face as you pulled air into your lungs to make up for the fact that your heart was beating a hundred miles an hour.

Opening your eyes slowly to catch him looking up at you lovingly, your faces still only a few inches apart. Before he could react, you picked up a makeup wipe and cleaned the cloud of dark eye shadow before hooking the palm of your hand under his chin. “Now keep still”, you smiled.

that’s it ml! hope you enjoyed, have a good day/night! <3

[themoonalienhere2000]

Made a little sketch

[xzhdjsj]

Elias x Reader

Elias wants you

(semi-nsfw)

Guess who's backkkkk🤡 Hi hello how are yall doinnnn👹 It's been a while

Last month, my laptop died and i lost a bunch of my files:( I was heartbroken and unmotivated BUT I WANNA GET BACK TO WRITING

That being said IF ANYONE WANTS ANYTHING WRITTEN LET ME KNOWWWWW (seriously bully me into writing it if you must, you have my full permission)

But yh here's a little Elias fic I whipped up this week. This one is pretty suggestive/ kinda nsfw-y so if you don't like that you can just ignore it altogether!

If you do decide to read it, I hope you like it💕

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Elias is shameless.

He doesn’t care what anyone thinks, or sees, or hear.

One time, Warden had scolded him about how close he’s gotten to you in such a short time and why it was unnecessary bla bla bla, the whole works. His father’s lengthy lecture ticked him off just the right amount, but he stayed quiet, silently scheming revenge.

When he spotted you as he exited his father’s office, patiently waiting for him, it all clicked. What could piss his father off more than the exact thing he was warned not to do? He tugged you down the hall, pulling you into a corner to kiss you, shielding your body with his. He purposely chose somewhere close to Warden’s office where a camera would easily catch the entire scene but keep you hidden behind him. It was a direct response to his father, a sort of 'fuck off, let me live my life' notion. Before leaving, he turned his head to slyly eye the camera with a content smirk. In every aspect of the word, Elias is a rebel.

And it didn’t stop there, Elias just loves kissing you. It didn’t matter where you were or what you were doing, if he wanted to taste you he was going to initiate. Not that there’s much to do at the safe house anyways, so when you return his eagerness it quickly escalates, but in addition to being a boring concrete crate the safe house is also loaded with camera. FUN!

So, much to Warden’s delight probably, the ‘escalation’ never gets as far as you both would like. The realisation of some random weirdos watching in on your intimate deeds together kills the mood faster than a speeding bullet, at least for you. Elias, on the other hand, respects your boundaries and take a moment to pace around, to distract himself, so he calms down.

You’re something that gets the mechanics in his head moving, he’s constantly thinking of you and if he finds himself staring at you a second too long, his pants start to feel tighter a little too easily. So just imagine what a touchy make out sesh does to the guy.

It’s far too clear how much you want each other, the sexual tension would cut smoothly, like a hot knife through butter. The employees weirdos monitoring the cameras must be entertained by the chaotic aftermath of a cuddle-turned-make out and laugh at the effort you make to avoid each other for the past couple weeks. Its like an embarrassing reality show.

Being the only two persons in the house, with very little entertainment, doesn’t make it any easier to survive either but there’s no other way to rid the desire so its best simply ignore it. It’s especially difficult for poor Elias, because he downright CRAVES you. It wears away at his resistance and he struggles to hold back at every sight of you.

Especially right now, when you walk into his room in shorts and a skimpy tank top that reveals too much skin for his ‘you engulfed’ brain to handle. If this were a loony toons episode there’d be smoke wafting out his ears as he melts into a puddle atop his sheets.

“Hey Elias, did you finish the Doritos?” You tilt your head at him.

Your words pull him back to reality and he scrambles for his blanket, dropping his astronomy text in the process. The pointy edge of the hardcover book sharply stabbed into his thigh as if an instant karma is chastising him for his inappropriate thoughts.

“Fucking OUCH!”

You rush towards him, worried eyes scanning his doubled over body.

“Crap I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to barge in- I just wanted some- Christ are you okay?”

He stays crouched over groaning but when you reach out to touch him, he grips your wrist pulling you on top of him. You scream.

“You fucker! I was scared you lost a testicle or something!”

You scolded and smacked his arm while he’s choking out a hyena laugh under you.

“Okay okayyy I’m sorry,” he pouts “But I may have lost one wanna check?”

The red colour in your face burn brighter, you scold him again as he continues to giggle at your flustered expression.

“Alright I’m actually done this time.” He keeps his arms securely around your body, burying his face into your neck. God you smell good, he prays you wouldn't move on too of him or it'd be difficult to NOT feel him.

“You’re such an idiot, god why do I even find you attractive again?” You sigh and wrap your arms around him in defeat.

He perks up like a naughty cat, “You find me attractive, huh?”

“Oh please, don’t play dumb with me you made me call you pretty so many times I’m basically programmed to it now”

His eyes reflect pure mischief, “That doesn’t answer my question”, he moves closer to your face. His eyes trail down to your lips before finding your eyes again and he leans in closer. Instinctively, you close your eyes, waiting for him to close the space between your lips but he doesn’t. Instead you feel them on your ear, “Tell me and I’ll give you what you want”

You sigh, outmatched by his impish tactics. “Of course I do, else I wouldn’t be on top of-”

Finally satisfied with your answer he presses you into his body, lips finding yours in a familiar pattern that tie knots in your lower abdomen. The feeling of your body bubbling to life is enough to have you craving even more. You’re greedily pulling his face closer, hand on his neck while the other tugs at the back of his head. He's in no better shape himself, his fingers grip into you waist and one hand sneakily crawls up the back of your shirt.

The weeks’ worth of resolve and control immediately flushed down the sink and you both give into the desire that pesters the atmosphere. Its intense, it’s so much sweeter and it feels sinful.

The heat is addicting and your hips have no shame grinding down onto Elias, but at this point he's forgotten thats something he previously didn't want. He's immediately grips them, stilling you as he pulls away.

"You're gonna get yourself into deep trouble"

He voice sounds octaves lower and it might just be the hottest thing you've ever heard. Completely entranced by his demeanour, you don't fight the urge to harshly pull at his shirt.

He easily overpowers you, pushing you onto the mattress and crawling over you, between your welcoming legs. Its difficult to stay still, but his hands have no problem sinking into your body and pressing you firmly to the bed. The expression on his face is simply dreamy and his warm breaths paired with his breathy giggles only fules your need to kiss him more. Your legs wrapped around his waist pulling him down to kiss you again. He's quick to respond, consumed by the desire to simply have you. He kisses down your jaw to you neck, where he stays, leaving wet open-mouthed kisses.

"Elias- fuck"

Whatever thought was in your head quickly voided existence when he bit down on your skin. It was magical. He didn't hold out, sucking bright red-purple marks all over you, trailing down to your chest. A path of lovebites scatter down to your collar bones and he kissed lower to the top hem of your shirt. Its obvious what he wants.

He bites the thin strap down your shoulder.

"Elias..."

You called out to him, hoping he'd remember. But how could he when you were below him in this state? Eyes shut closed, breathing heavily and making those sounds that makes him greedy for more. Before he could pull the other side down you manage to grab his arm pulling him out of his trance.

"Cameras remember?"

You whine covering your face as the embarrassing realisation sets in.

"Fuck, I'm sorry"

He sounds so defeated, so desperate. His head falls into the crook of your neck, sighing against your skin. It sends a shiver down you spine and you gently pat his head

"Its okay, I'm pretty sure we both feel the same way, but we don't exactly need a sex tape to our name as well as a bounty."

He laughs again, the breathy kind that toys with the nerve endings where his breath touched.

He suddenly pulls away, sitting up.

"Or maybe I can just," he rolls off the corner of the bed walking up to the camera in the corner of the room.

"For your own good you'd better turn off the cameras for today."

He spoke directly at the lens pointing at him and before you know it he was pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it over the camera.

You sit up on your knees, amused to his action but even more dumbfounded at a shitless Elias approaching you.

"'m sorry babe, I can't take it anymore." he crawls back over to you, his hands perfectly moulded for your body. "I don't want to ignore this anymore, I don't think I can."

"They can still hear us", you point out but don't pull away from his touch.

"I'm sure they were able to read the room. They'll take them off, and if they don't.... we'll just have to give them a show, right?" his signature grin returns to his face. Lithe fingers run along the bottom hem of your shirt before sinking under and dragging it over your head.

If he wasn't already turned on, he's definitely ten times more aroused now.

[literary-motif]

could you make another Elias NSFW, THE FIRTS ONE WAS SOOOO GOOODDDD AND THANK YOU THANK YOUU, i personally think you got his character down perfectly ‼️‼️ I’ve been obsessed w him lately and there’s not many people that write about him. YOUR WRITING IS ALSO SOOO AMAZING AND TRULY OUT OF THIS WORLD AND I LOVE EVERY PEICE OF WORK THAT YOU DO <33

Thank you, anon <3 I hope you like this!

Cup of Coffee (NSFW)

Elias x Reader

Elias fucks you against the kitchen counter.

His eyes never left you, following your graceful movements in the kitchen — the half-spin you did as you dashed to the nearly overflowing milk, the sweater riding up against your skin as you stood on your tiptoes to get the large mugs from the shelf above your head — with a fondness in his eyes and a content little smile. Elias was happy to just watch you work your magic as you prepared a ‘special’ coffee for him, his head propped on his hand as he gazed at you dreamily. 

You were just perfect. 

“I could make this better,” you said with a huff as the foam refused to get as fluffy as you wanted it to. Maybe it was the milk, but as you eyed the pathetic milk foamer in your hand, which had given up halfway through doing its job, you had a creeping suspicion that it was the fault of the equipment you were forced to work with. “If I had the machines of the bar, I could make the most amazing coffee you have ever tasted in your life, trust me.”

Elias chuckled, taking a mental note to buy you your own bar once all this mess was over, or at the very least all the machinery you wanted to be a barista at home. Seeing you so passionate and excited over the work you missed to do, made his heart melt, and he could not wait to wipe the frown of annoyance from your face as you prepared a drink just the way you wanted to.

“Anything you do is amazing, barista,” he said, waiting patiently for the coffee you were preparing. He was curious about what you had come up with after promising him a special twist to his morning routine. 

You huffed again as you messed up the foam art, cursing under your breath. “Well, it’s not gonna be much to look at, I’m afraid,” you murmured, quelching your disappointment by spraying some whipped cream on top of it to hide the disaster and sprinkling it with a dash of cinnamon. “Last-minute changes had to be made because I royally fucked up. Do you like cinnamon?”

“You know I do,” he answered, still able to taste the cinnamon swirls you had baked together yesterday when he closed his eyes. “And don’t be so harsh on yourself, it’s just a coffee. Anything you do is perfect to me.” Elias added the last part in a whisper.

You heard his words perfectly, and they made your movements till for a second, the candid adoration in them causing your heart to skip a beat. “Cheesy,” you mumbled light-heartedly, the warmth spreading through your chest nearly stealing your breath. “Your coffee is ready.”

Elias beamed as you approached with his drink, setting it down on the counter he was resting against. “This looks wonderful,” he praised, looking at the cup of coffee with wide eyes. “You’re the best barista I have ever come across. Thank you so much.” 

“You haven’t even tried it yet,” you said sheepishly, biting your lips in nervousness as you wondered if his praise would hold up to the actual taste. “I hope you like it.” 

“I’m sure I will,” he said, hesitating to taste the masterpiece you had prepared for him. “But it’s so pretty, I kinda feel bad to just—” 

You burst out laughing, moving the cup closer to him. “It’s coffee, Elias. I prepared it just for you. It’s made to be drunk.”

He conceded, picking up a spoon and incorporating the whipped cream into the liquid, mixing the cinnamon as well. “It smells delicious, by the way,” he said, eyes fixed on the soft brown swirling in his cup, “I never knew coffee could smell this lovely.”

“Just because I made it, I’m sure,” you teased, picking up your own cup of coffee and stirring the containment. 

“How else?” Elias asked lightly, but there was not a hint of irony in his voice, making your eyes snap up to look at him just as he sat down his cup, humming at the taste. “It’s delicious,” he said, licking at his lips to disperse the milk foam clinging to him. “I love it.” 

You chuckled in relief, happy to have made something for him that he liked. “Good,” you said, raising your cup to your lips. Elias watched you with a fond smile which lightly faltered as he saw the milk sticking to your upper lip. “This is why I normally serve this with a straw,” you laughed, reaching your hand across the counter to grab a paper towel. Elias stopped you, taking hold of your hand and intertwining your fingers before moving to stand next to you. “What is it?” you asked, suddenly breathless at his intense gaze.

Instead of answering, he tilted his head, kissing the foam off of your lips before deepening the kiss, and backing you against the counter. “You’re so hot right now,” he whispered, one of his arms wrapping around your back while the other kept you pressed up against him, trapped. “I love it when you’re happy. You’re so fucking beautiful, I’ve been staring at you all morning.”

You exhaled shakily, his words against your ear making you shiver, the placement of his hands and his tickling breath on your neck — promising more, so much more — had desire coursing through you, longing for the man in front of you. 

“You’ve been staring?” you asked, feigning innocence as you wrapped your arms around his neck, nails gently scratching along his back. “What were you staring at?”

“You,” he breathed, groaning as he pressed his hips further against yours, making you feel the swelling of his cock, steadily hardening against you. “Your face, your hands, your back, your tummy, your ass,” he said, grinding against you slowly. “All of you, my perfect barista.”

His words made you moan, tightening your arms around him to pull him closer, reducing the space between you as you grind your hips against his, giving you both a taste of the friction you needed. “I think you’ve stared enough,” you gasped, trailing your hands down his back until they rested against his ass, pushing him more firmly against you.

“I want to have you,” Elias groaned, letting go of your body to slip his hands between you two, undoing your pants and letting them pool at your ankles before doing the same for himself, freeing his achingly hard cock. “I want to fuck you against the counter. Yeah? Shit, I need to feel my cock inside you so bad.”

“Fuck, yes,” you gasped after a moment as his hands trailed between your legs, stretching you out against his fingers briefly to prepare you for him. “You feel so good,” you moaned, whimpers falling from your lips as he angled them, brushing against the spot that made you buck your hips against his hand in desperation.

Elias removed his fingers, making you deflate for an instant before he angled his cock with your entrance and pushed it inside slowly, stretching you out inch by inch. “God, you’re tight,” he gasped as you mewled at the stretch, fingers digging into his back as he rested his forehead on your shoulder, a hand on your hip to keep you steady as he moved the other between your shoulder blades, keeping you securely against him.

“Fuck — ah — Elias,” you moaned as he started thrusting, filling you up so well it made your head spin. The rhythm he set in pumping his cock in and out of your tight hole had you bouncing with every thrust, lower back digging into the counter behind you as Elias fucked you so exquisitely against it. 

Your hands move from his neck to brace yourself against the surface behind you, keeping yourself steady as Elias thrust into you, groaning at your pleasured moans and murmuring your name over and over again as if it were a prayer. 

“You’re taking me so well,” he panted against your neck, placing hot open-mouthed kisses against your skin as his arms tightened around you, bending you over the counter further to ram his cock even deeper inside of you.

The new angle made your toes curl, the pleasure building in your lower belly increasing further until you could do nothing but cry out a broken choke of his name as it pulled you under, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you came. Elias held you through it, thrusting into your shuddering body a few more times until his cock twitched and he released inside of you with a groan, riding out his high. 

“Shit,” you cursed breathlessly, heart hammering against your chest as Elias continued kissing your neck softly. “I think the coffee’s cold now, Elias.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he murmured against your skin. “I like it cold, too. Take another sip, barista. I think I’m going to lick it off of you again. What do you say?”

[chol1na]

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

CHARACTERS ˖⁺‧₊

luca:

nothing (╥﹏╥)

jonah:

nothing (╥﹏╥)

kayson:

nothing (╥﹏╥)

andrew marston:

nothing (╥﹏╥)

isaac rhoades:

✮ kitty? kitty.

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

elias:

nothing (╥﹏╥)

xanthus (lawrence) claiborne:

nothing (╥﹏╥)

zaros kymen atha'lin:

nothing (╥﹏╥)

© chol1na

[incognitonoggin]

can u pls do sol from tkatb with a reader obssesed with him

Hi anon !! I love Sol omg I’m going to enjoy writing this (๑>؂���̀๑)

SOLIVAN BRUGMANSIA WITH AN OBSESSED READER

GN! READER

MINORS DNI

SFW

• Sol would be surprised but delighted!

• The fact that he doesn’t have to try to build up a relationship, he can just love you in a genuine way without holding back how he feels.

• Most would think he’d be uncomfortable, seeing how you cling to him and have him practically on your hip in public ( he’s too damn shy to do any PDA so he’s just THERE ), but he’s perfectly fine with it and encourages it

• He’d love being around you all the time. I mean, thats all he wants, right?

• If you’re going to be physically clingy like stated earlier, he’d always be stiff and flustered with how you touch him and be all blushy from the slightest touch of yours 😭

• You being obsessed wouldn’t bother him in the long run, because like the creator said, he’s very patient with his s/o

• He would LOVE keeping you away from Crowe and others considering the fact that he’s all jealousss🙄

• Yes. He’s a cutie pie and he loves you !