#Elias pettersson x reader
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flowers in the window - ep40
summary: elias pettersson x f!reader // inspired by this song! // just moments of your relationship with elias (each break has a timeskip of a few years)
warnings: mentions of drinking alcohol, reader can play the piano, fluff, i think there might be some tense mistakes at the start, panic attacks, anxiety, angst, swearing, , stress relating to teaching/work, mentions of dying alone, mentions of marriage, babies (+Quinn's fictional partner is called Kat!)
word count: 8.1k
You watched the slender fingers dance playfully over the keys, catching occasionally on the ebony, tapping out a random and entirely chaotic tune that had you trying not to smile at the attempt to pull something out of you – mostly anything to distract you from the lies Brock had fed you in order to promise your attendance, and to his efforts, it was working.
The loud chatter and bustling crowds were still on your mind, there was no doubt about that, but with your back to everything and your ‘peace-offering’ doing his best to distract you, it was starting to work. Although, it was hard to break the habit of looking at your watch every five minutes, knowing that you’d have to get out of bed early the next morning for work. In fact, it was that knowledge that made you reluctant to even attend this ‘small gathering’ in the first place, something Brock had taken in his stride and then proceeded to lie about.
Hence, the peace offering in the form of a very familiar Swede, who was a little too willing to get you to crack a smile for someone who didn’t usually do that kind of thing.
You shook your head at his obnoxious banging of keys, the sound hardly even heard over the voices behind you, and gently reached your own hands to tap his away as you played out a short snippet of something that at least sounded vaguely nicer than his nonsensical mess.
You could feel his eyes intently watching where you put your fingers, his own palms resting against the tops of his jean-clad thighs. The tune was one of the first ones you’d learnt as a kid: Für Elise, and although the notes of the piano were quieter due to the party-scene raging, you could tell Elias was still trying to commit your motions to memory, just further down on the piano.
His hands came to rest against the keys once more, head tilting back in your direction to where your own fingers were still poised over the correct keys, translating the pattern to his own hands. Back and forth, back and forth between his hands and yours, and his sheer concentration on getting his fingers in the correct place actually prompted a soft laugh from you.
Despite his focus on his hands, you saw the way the corner of his mouth quirked up at the sound, a triumphant little smile that stuck around until you began slowly playing the first couple of notes for him to copy – then it faded a little, upon the realisation that he couldn’t quite assemble his fingers and move them to the correct notes in the right order.
“Here.” You mumbled, scooching across what little space was left between you both, until your shoulders, hips and thighs were pressed together, and reached under his fingers to place your own hands.
His hands were a little cold, and almost without even intending to, your attention shot briefly to the sweating bottle of beer placed rightfully on a coaster on top of the lip to the piano, before shooting back down to your hands. His touch was delicate, as though he was half-hesitating on whether or not he should fully allow his weight to rest over the backs of your hands, and you pushed your hands a little further into the palms of his, encouraging him to place his fingers over the back of yours.
You lowered your fingers to the keys, ensuring to press slowly so the pattern would be easier to digest, and then stopped. When you tilted your head a little to gauge his reaction, his eyes were already fixed on you, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
He wasn’t even watching what you were trying to show him.
“I didn’t know you could play.” He said, lifting his hands from yours so you could remove yourself from his grip.
“I just know a few things.” You shook your head, dismissing his comment with a few melodic taps against the keys, drawing his attention from you to the piano under your hands, “How do you know I can play anyway, we can barely hear it over Brock’s racket?”
“I just…” He trailed off, his fingers tapping out what you’d shown him, before pausing. Your eyes snapped to his side profile, taking in the slight furrow of his brow and the slight part of his mouth when he got stuck on the next key.
You straightened on the bench, leaning over to move his fingers to the right keys, and, like a switch had been flicked, he seemed to relax, his fingers continuing as though he’d not had that small stumble in the first place.
“I guess it’s just blind faith.” He laughed a little under his breath, the avoidance of eye contact screaming everything he didn’t say, and you felt your face flush a little at the insinuation.
His honesty, no matter how long you’d known him or how long you’d been dating, never really failed to stun you. You weren’t sure if he knew what he was doing to you when he said things like that so effortlessly and so easily, and you felt your breath hitch a little in your chest.
No one really knew about you guys – Quinn definitely did, but that was only because he, quote, unquote: could just tell. Neither you or Elias were putting in much effort to hide your relationship, but it had slowly gotten to the point where Brock was trying to set you guys up with other people; at first it was a little amusing, but as the weeks drifted by and he still remained insistent in the matter, it became less endearing.
Though, there had been many times where Brock had done or said something that might have hinted at him knowing something. For instance, today’s ‘peace offering’ came in the form of Petey sitting by himself, his back to the party and his elbow draped across the shut lid as he drafted a text to you and it wasn’t the first time Brock had used Petey as a selling point whenever you were sceptical of going out.
You inhaled, blinking away from him, “Noted.”
He nudged you with his elbow teasingly, “Are you turning red?”
You rolled your eyes fondly, shaking your head, “Give me a song.”
“Uh,” he leant his head back slightly in thought, “do you know the Blinding Lights intro?” He quirked a brow in your direction, blue eyes staring straight into yours with a softness you’d learnt was mostly reserved for you.
You swallowed, “Yeah, I can try to…just give me a minute.” You tapped on a few keys, trying to match it to the intro you knew, vaguely aware of Elias’s intent gaze now locked on you, a far cry from the subtlety he usually reserved for you in public settings.
It was partially why you weren’t surprised when his phone buzzed on top of the piano, a message notification from Brock. He sighed audibly, you continuing to play around with the keys, and swiped the notification open, sneakily tilting his phone in your direction when he read the screen.
You pretended to keep playing, your eyes now taking in the message, before rolling your eyes with an amused smile.
Brock Canucks: When I start kicking people out it doesn’t apply to you guys
“I knew he’d regret inviting this many people.” You muttered, your attention suddenly getting stolen by a wet nose nudging your leg. Your hands flew off the piano, reaching down to show Milo some love, before hauling him up to sit on your knee.
Fifteen minutes later all three of you had migrated to the couch, all seemingly a little too tired to be actively engaged in the conversation Brock had instigated with Quinn and JT. Elias had shivered when he’d sat down, the sudden loss of the crowd sending the temperature plummeting in Brock’s apartment and subsequently doing nothing to shield his bare arms in his short-sleeved t-shirt.
You hadn’t said anything to him, just thrown the blanket you knew to rest across the back of the couch across both your laps, and watched him settle his head snugly against your ribs, the blanket pulled right up to his chin and his legs kicked out across the carpet. Milo had somehow buried himself under the blanket too, his nose tucked under Elias’s chin and body draped across the both of you, acting as a living, breathing hot water bottle.
After a while, though, Elias’s hand stroking Milo’s head had slowed, and his eyes had fluttered closed after a yawn, and from your higher position, you could just make out the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. You didn’t know if it was because he was already exhausted before he even left the house, or the combination of alcohol, warmth and the gentle sweep of your fingers across the bridge of his nose and cheekbones that had sent him over the edge, but you’d made sure the latter was hidden from his teammates by the lump of Milo’s body.
Brock must have seen, though, but he hadn’t said anything, just smiled.
***
It was a knock at the door that had you peering over the top of your laptop screen to share a confused glance with Petey. His hand momentarily tightened on your calf when he turned around to glance at the front door, turning back to you with a ‘what the hell?’ look pasted on his face.
“Are we expecting anyone?” You asked, snapping the lid of your laptop shut and swinging your legs out of Elias’s lap to put the laptop on the coffee table.
It was always a shock when someone knocked on your apartment door, mostly because the only people who could essentially get that far in the building were people that lived there, otherwise security would have buzzed up. Needless to say, when that person knocked again, you were both propelled so quickly off the sofa that your newly-adopted dog startled awake and eagerly followed you both on your heels as you rushed to the door, slipping slightly in your socks.
It was Elias that managed to slide to the door quicker, rolling his eyes and immediately retreating back to the couch after peeking through the peephole. You watched him with a frown, the dog between you both snapping his head back and forth, eventually settling for rejoining the Swede on the cushions once more.
“Who…” You started, immediately understanding the lack of enthusiastic reaction when it was Brock on the other side of the door, pink-cheeked and looking a little nervous.
“Hi.” You threw open the door with a friendly smile, a hand coming to rest on your hip as Brock seemed to let out a sigh of relief.
“Hey, sorry to barge in here unannounced,” he started, stuffing his hands in his pockets, stepping into the apartment when you opened the door to let him in. He seemed to scan the entire room, the worried crease between his brows disappearing when he couldn’t see Elias, who, rather rudely, had hidden himself on the sofa, not a single socked foot or hair visible from where Brock seemed to lead you over to the kitchen island, “I just need to talk to you now Petey’s not here.”
Your eyes zipped to the sofa, a little suspicious but entirely too invested in the anticipation to even bother correcting Brock – probably at his own expense, but you had no issue dealing with any potential fallout later.
He rifled through your cupboards, not saying anything else until he’d pulled out a glass and filled it with water from the tap, before turning to you and gesturing to the island stool, a nervous expression on his face.
You swallowed, a sudden pebble of dread settling in your stomach as you took the seat, too apprehensive to tease him for making himself at home.
“So…” he started, clearing his throat, before deciding to take a sip of water.
“You’re kind of freaking me out–”
“It’s nothing bad, I swear.” He interrupted, spluttering slightly as his cheeks coloured, “In fact, it’s really good.”
You blinked, a little unsure, “Okay.”
“Thank you.” He said, a little breathlessly and with an air of finality, an awkward smile on his face.
You blinked, expecting him to elaborate, but when all he did next was take another sip of water, you felt your face contort into a confused frown. You’d known Brock for years, he’d been the one to introduce you and Petey in the first place, but even after finding out about you two, he’d never acted weirder than he was now. He was tetchy, out of breath and pink – the latter wasn’t exactly unusual for him, but combined with the other two things?
Concerning.
“What for?” You asked, folding your arms against the countertop.
There was a clacking of paws and a chinkling of a collar making its way towards where you and Brock were in the kitchen, and you instinctively reached a hand down, a wet nose greeting the inside of your palm before wandering over to nudge Brock in the leg.
He bent down, using the interruption as a reprieve from answering your question, “Hey, girl.” He cooed, scratching Tuesday behind the ears until her attention had dwindled and she silently padded back to the sofa, disappearing from sight once more as she presumably curled up against Elias once more.
Brock cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, “Um…I don’t know how to say it.”
You inhaled, pursing your lips, “Right.” There was a pause, neither of you quite knowing where to go from there, “Just say what you’re thinking and then correct it if it doesn’t sound right.”
He nodded, running a hand through his hair, “I guess I just wanted to thank you for loving Petey the way you do, and I know that’s a weird thing to thank someone for, because a thank you implies that it’s some kind of chore, which it isn’t but…It’s comforting to know my best friends are happy with each other and have someone looking out for them.” He took a breath, watching you carefully, “I think it’s kinda weird, actually, because I remember this one time distinctly before he met you and he’d had quite a lot to drink, he ended up talking about how he was probably gonna die alone, so it’s just nice to know that that’s not the case. Also, you guys are good together. Just wanted to say that because I don’t think I’ve ever said how glad I am that you found each other when you did.”
The only thing you could truly register was the pounding of your heart against your sternum. That, and the way your jaw seemed to have dropped as you took in everything Brock was saying. It was a lot.
“Oh.” Was all you could say, entirely too overwhelmed with gratitude and appreciation for the man in front of you, his hands clenching and unclenching as though he wasn’t sure if he should approach you or not, to even get anything else out.
“Are you okay?” He asked softly, leaning his head down to get a look at your face. When he realised you weren’t in the least bit upset at what he’d said, he seemed to relax, an easy smile making its way onto his face.
There was a distant shuffle from somewhere behind you, and you saw Brock’s eyes dart to the sofa, mouth immediately setting itself into a hard line as his head dipped down mid-sigh. It was pretty easy to guess what he’d figured out when his eyes swung back to you, now shooting a sheepish smile in his direction, “Is he over there?” He mouthed, and it was the slight wince in his features that you took pity on, shaking your head.
“He’s asleep.” You lied, voice loud enough to make sure Elias would get the memo in case Brock decided to do some investigating of his own, “And I’m fine, I just wasn’t expecting you to say all of that.”
He shrugged, buying your excuse, “It needed to be said.”
You reached a hand across the counter to lovingly pat his own, “Thank you.”
He smiled, exhaling, “I promise my speech will be better at your wedding.” He grinned cheekily, clearly getting a jab in at Elias where he could, and you simply rolled your eyes, unable to help breathing a laugh at him.
Brock’s eyes flickered back to the couch, before settling on you, your cheeks a little pinker at his insinuation. You didn’t correct him, there wouldn’t be much of a point – marriage had been talked about so often between you and Elias that the nerves surrounding the entire thing were little to none. You had plans, and Brock was aware of those plans. It still didn’t stop him teasing the both of you every now and then.
Yet, because you and Elias had talked about it, it also meant you were privy to some information that Brock wasn’t – not that he knew any better when it came to your word.
“What makes you think you’re going to be the best man?” You asked, raising an eyebrow in his direction.
He blinked, before tilting his head, “I’m not?”
He was. Maybe.
You shrugged coyly, enjoying the furrow in his brow and his stuttering, “Well, who is if not me?” His voice was shrill with disbelief, perhaps verging on being a little bit panicky – as though he hadn’t ever thought of the possibility of not being the best man, and you felt a stab of guilt at his sudden change in demeanour, “Is it Quinn?”
And because he looked so heartbroken at the possibility, you couldn’t not tell him a partial truth; the only thing stopping you was the tiny likelihood of Elias changing his mind, “I don’t know, we haven’t actually talked about that.” Was what you settled for.
He nodded, relaxing almost immediately. It was difficult to miss the way his gaze darted to the empty space on your left ring finger, brows twitching.
You leant across the counter, mindful to lower your voice so Elias couldn’t overhear, “Do you know something I don’t?” You whispered, eyes wide. You could feel your pulse pounding in your ears when he shrugged, trying not to smile at you.
“I love what you’ve done with the place.” He said loudly, pointedly looking everywhere but at you, which did nothing but tell you more than his avoidance on the matter did.
You said nothing, but delighted in the new slip of information, unable to help laughing at the blonde in front of you, “You know we haven’t redecorated since we moved in.”
Brock smiled, “How long ago was that, again? Two years?”
“Three.”
“Ah.” His smile didn’t waver, though there was an added layer of mischief, one which had you squinting curiously in his direction.
He was hinting at something, that much was for certain.
“Right.” He sighed, sticking his hands in his pockets and shrugging, fully aware of the seed he’d just planted in your mind, “I best get going. Coolie and Milo can only be away from me for so long until they get separation anxiety, so…It was nice to see you.” He trailed off, making his way to the door, you not too far behind.
He stopped in the doorway, the wall shielding him from any blonde Swede potentially watching from his seat, and turned to you with a gentle, genuine smile on his face, “He’s not asleep, is he?”
You shook your head, “No.”
“Give Petey my love.” Brock said, once more loud enough for Petey to have heard him, and he wasted no time in wrapping you up in a brief hug.
“Thanks for what you said, it means a lot.” You mumbled, “Love you too, y’know?”
He pulled away, “Yeah, I know.”
“I’ll see you next week?” You asked hopefully, Brock opening the door and stepping out into the hallway, hands tucked securely in his pockets as he nodded.
“See you.”
As soon as you shut the door, you found yourself making your way back to the couch with some urgency, only to falter at the sight of Tuesday draped across Elias’s torso, her nose tucked into his shoulder as he hugged her to him. His eyes were open, and there was a rueful smile on his face that remained, even when you sat on the edge of the coffee table and folded your arms, attempting to look a little annoyed.
“So…” You started, tilting your head.
“So…” He echoed, pursing his lips in an effort not to laugh.
“We have really good friends.”
He just nodded, one hand absent-mindedly rubbing across Tuesday’s back.
“Almost too good, I mean, you could argue Brock’s loyalty lies more towards me than you.” You looked away from him pointedly, disappointed that the coffee table was too low for you to start swinging your legs, and when you looked at him out of the corner of your eye, he’d perked up a little.
There was a small crease between his brows, and the sheepish smile on his lips had vanished, his suspicion piqued at your words.
“What did he say?”
“Well,” you shrugged sarcastically, “you’d know if you didn’t choose to ignore him at the door.”
He groaned, lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, “In my defence, Quinn sent me a text telling me if I saw Brock and he came in asking for you, to make myself scarce. I’d have said something if he hadn’t initially asked if I was there.” He sighed, turning to you, “Now, what did he say?”
“Nothing I didn’t already know.”
***
You were pacing, hand against your chest in a futile attempt to calm your racing heart and the crush of dread coursing through your veins. You’d ended up in this situation a little too often lately for comfort: on the verge of a panic attack at the mere thought of your job. It certainly wasn’t a good sign. Not only that but it was terribly inconvenient, too.
You were at some gala Elias had been invited to along with a few other teammates, and all it had taken was for a well-meaning, polite ‘so, what do you do?’ from a kind stranger for everything to come crashing down. You’d answered easily, trying to ignore the way the world seemed to fall away at the time, but almost as soon as you’d answered, you’d excused yourself and shut yourself in one of the farthest rooms from where the event was taking place.
This was the fourth time these mini-panic attacks had happened – though, three out of four times you’d managed to calm yourself down to a sensible enough composure and prevent it from ever reaching the ‘panic or heart attack?’ stage that you’d dealt with the first time.
Elias didn’t know about them. No one knew – but this time you just knew you were going to have to come clean because the truth of the matter was that you were having a hard time, and Elias knew you were, but you didn’t talk about it, and you knew he was worried for you. You’d caught him looking at you differently lately, and if you were being honest, the longer you left it before you told him, the worse it’d get, and that wouldn’t be good for anyone – least of all you.
Your chest was aching, and even despite your hand massaging the tenderness, it did little to ease the pain.
The door creaked open slowly, and you stopped pacing, still continuing to inhale and exhale steadily as you watched it carefully, anticipating someone to clearly stick their head through the door–
“Thank fuck, what are you doing here?” You seemed to recognise his voice before your brain could comprehend his blonde buzzcut and piercing eyes, and the anxiety bubbling away under your skin seemed to react accordingly, prickling a little as the heaviness momentarily spiked.
He’d never seen you like this: every time you’d had these little episodes he hadn’t even been in the house, or you were hiding in a closet in the school away from everyone, and for a second you were scared of what he’d think of you.
Only, when he stepped further into the room and shut the door behind him, all that self-consciousness seemed to melt away when he immediately clocked onto the way your hand was rubbing insistently at your chest. You couldn't even imagine what your face looked like, but you knew your eyes would be rimmed red (you absolutely refused to cry because you’d spent a long time getting ready for this, and ruining your makeup at this point would only make things worse), and that alone was enough for him to say something.
You frowned, not hearing anything but the rushing of blood in your ears, and then you were worried for him. He was looking at you, and you couldn’t remember if he’d ever looked at you with such concern before. If he had, you were almost certain you’d never seen it, but if he hadn’t, that meant that he knew something was very, very wrong.
Sometimes you really didn’t know why you underestimated his ability to read you and to know you as well as he did, because it was beginning to get to the point where he could read you more often than he couldn’t, and you were exhausting any possible methods of trying to hide things from him, because, as usual, he’d begin to see through those behaviours too.
“Huh?” You asked, a little breathlessly.
He hesitated, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides as though he wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself, “What’s wrong?” He repeated, looking so utterly serious that you suddenly had the urge to laugh.
You didn’t, though. In fact, your face barely moved from what it looked like, and you were too overwhelmed to even think about wondering what it looked like, because your heart was racing and panic still had an iron grip on your heart, and you were sure you were rubbing the skin on your chest red with the heel of your hand, but if you stopped, you had the bizarre notion that things would only worsen.
“I…” You started, swallowing and inhaling sharply. It was difficult to look him in the eyes and say what you wanted to say, what you’d planned to say, and even though you could just tell he had a million questions on the tip of his tongue, he was going to great lengths to keep them at bay for your sake, and you loved him even more for it in that moment.
His eyes drifted to your hand, and you looked away – there was a painting on the wall and if you focused on that…You didn’t even know, but it felt right to focus on that.
“Can I touch you?” He asked softly, and you nodded, inhaling through your nose and exhaling through your mouth, eyes fixated on the painting.
It looked like it could be a replica Monet.
He seemed to breathe a quiet sigh of relief, and before you had time to think about it, his cold hands came to close around yours, and you stopped rubbing your chest, a shaky exhale passing your lips. You had no idea if he could feel your heart hammering wildly, and if he could he made no move to show it.
His cold hands felt nice against your burning skin. Some of the pain alleviated a little, and the tightness eased – not completely, it was still there – but the cold touch was heavenly. Against your own will, you felt your eyes flutter shut.
“This isn’t the first time this has happened, is it?” He whispered, and you shook your head, concentrating on your breathing. Calming an erratic heart rate was hard when it mattered, though it was undoubtedly easier with someone else to distract you a little bit.
He didn’t say anything in reply, but his hands squeezed yours and this time you felt it within yourself to manage words.
“How’d you know that?” You whispered, peeling your eyes open slowly.
His lips twitched upwards a little bit after you looked at him, a small triumph in the grand scheme of things, but you couldn’t quite reciprocate it just yet. Though, when you asked the question, it seemed to flicker and he fell back into that concerned stare, the smile melting completely off his face, “You were already doing breathing techniques.”
You nodded.
“This room’s cute.” He mumbled, turning his head.
It was the first time you’d noticed it, actually. There were windows on your left, and you could see the view from the building: the event wasn’t that high up, but from where you were standing the building directly opposite the street was much smaller, meaning you could see for a couple of blocks around. The sun was beginning to set, and the orange light was reflecting off the glass, and you knew if it had been under any other circumstance, you’d have thought this room to be a little romantic. The paintings certainly helped, but the wooden shelves seemed to ruin the whole mood.
Still, you agreed with him. Partly because it did help to take your mind off everything, and partly because you knew the engagement would help him too. It was a win-win.
“I think that painting’s a Monet one.” You muttered, using your free hand to point over his shoulder. He kept his own securely wrapped around the one pressed to your chest, and turned to look.
“Looks like it.” He paused, before turning to look at it again, “It’d look good in our living room, don’t you think?”
You pulled a face, “Nah, it’ll clash with the walls.”
“And for that reason, it’d be a solid pick for Brock’s taste.”
This time you laughed – it felt a bit pathetic, but the endorphins helped ease the tension everywhere, and with a bout of relief, the tightness seemed to fade further, and your heart rate decreased, and you found you could actually hear the event down the hall; you could smell the woody scent of the room, and how it must have grown stronger in the warmth, and you could smell Elias’s aftershave.
The latter felt like a soft nudge in the ribs, one of nostalgia, like your brain saying ‘hey, we know that smell, it means good things’, and with that your shoulders relaxed.
“Sorry.” You said, your head still a little fuzzy.
“Don’t apologise–”
“I should have told you.”
He shook his head, but didn’t say anything. If he was being honest, he didn’t know what to say in this kind of situation.
“It’s work.” You continued, taking another deep breath; the hand on your chest flexed, and Elias took the hint, unravelling his hands, only for you to still grab ahold of one. You needed it, especially if you were about to talk about the very thing that sent you into this panic in the first place, “The new head of department is…He’s really unhelpful, not approachable, and a fucking dick, like…” you breathed a bitter laugh, beginning to feel your eyes water, “He’s changed the entire department’s structure, doubled the amount of practicals and added new stuff and I’ve been trying to plan new lessons in the middle of the lessons because I’m not allowed to work overtime and get it done then, which is why I’ve been doing it at home. And half the department’s off with stress already, so I’ve been teaching food, too, on top of textiles, and…” You took a breath, realising Elias already knew half of what you were saying, but he was still listening as intently as he would have done the first time you’d said it, “He’s friends with the Principal, too, so even if I wanted to complain about him it wouldn’t get very far.”
He inhaled sharply, “He’s friends with the Principal?”
“Unfortunately, yeah.”
“Fucking hell.” He groaned like someone had just shot down the only idea in his arsenal for this conversation, “I knew it was bad, but I didn’t know it was that bad.”
“Um…I had a plan, like what I was going to tell you, but I can’t remember that now because I obviously wasn’t expecting this to happen now.” You laughed a little, even despite yourself, but it lacked energy, and it was strangely empty.
Elias tilted his head, brows knitting together, and he sighed sadly, his thumb tracing across the back of your hand. And because you knew him, you knew that keeping this huge thing from him hurt him. He didn’t show it outwardly, though, not intentionally, “You know you don’t need a plan with me, right?”
You felt your chin wobble – completely out of your control, “Ye–You’re gonna make me cry, and I spent hours on–”
“-Your makeup, yeah. Come here.” He used your interlocked hands as leverage to pull you into him, your chin resting on his shoulder thanks to your heels, and you sniffed, once more turning to focus on the painting behind him, trying to ward off possible tears.
“I’m gonna book a Doctor’s appointment and get a sick note, I don’t know how long for, and I’m gonna take some time off to figure it out, y’know, maybe it’ll be okay if I move schools, or–or maybe I don’t want to be a teacher anymore, I don’t know.” You trailed off, squeezing your eyes shut.
Teaching had been a large chunk of your career, and you knew it was a big bomb to drop in probably not the best moment: his team were outside, as were important donors and sponsors, and here you were, shut in a room together, because maybe the degree you went to college for wasn’t actually something you were meant to do, and everyone around you had these big plans, ambitions for their futures, and you didn’t. You hated your job, now. Most mornings you’d get up and have to fight with yourself to just get ready for school, and the more you thought about it, the more you knew you should have told him sooner.
“That’s okay, y’know? It’s okay.” Was all he said, his arms wrapped securely across your shoulders, “It’s okay if you don’t want to go back into teaching, too.”
You almost started crying then and there, but you held off, “I don’t know what I’d do, though.”
He shrugged, “You don’t have to do anything.”
There was a thinly veiled insinuation there, one that he’d made before, mostly as a reassuring joke, but to say it in this moment, to say it now, you knew he wasn’t joking anymore. Maybe he hadn’t ever been joking.
“I think I’d go crazy if I didn’t do anything.”
He huffed a laugh, “We don’t have to think about that yet, though.”
“I should’ve told you.” He’d have helped make you feel better, perhaps take some of the weight off your shoulders.
“You told me now. There’s no point dwelling.”
“I can feel a ‘but’ coming…”
“Not a ‘but’, but…” you both huffed a laugh, “Part of my job, not as a hockey player, but as your boyfriend is to help you with this kind of thing. We share the load, right?”
“Yeah.”
You stood like that for a while, until your breathing and heart calmed, until the pain in your chest subsided, and until it looked like you weren’t about to start crying.
“Do you want to go home?” Elias mumbled into your hair, ever patient.
“Not yet. We should stay for a bit longer.”
He hummed, the vibration ticking the skin on your forehead, “You wanna stay here for a bit longer or go back in?”
“Stay here. Five minutes.”
***
Elias was a little nervous at exactly what would happen when Quinn would come down the steps with his brand new baby girl in his arms, but admittedly not for the reasons anyone would expect. He’d held newborn babies before, Quinn wasn’t the first teammate to have a child and he certainly won’t be the last – no, Elias wasn’t worried about that.
His apprehension stemmed from something inside his own mind, a paranoia of sorts. You guys had been together for six years and married for two, and so he knew the expectations of the natural order to follow after that much time together. It was only typical for people to assume that kids were the next thing: his own parents were bad enough, asking when they were going to get a grandbaby on their hands, and if he was being honest, Elias felt like everyone was looking at him for it.
Which was illogical, because not only was no one looking at him; he knew the teasing was utterly and completely harmless…only, the more he got chirped for it, the more he seemed to doubt his own thoughts.
He was thirty now. You guys had talked about having kids in your future, they were on the cards, but he didn’t want them yet. He guessed he was lucky in the fact that you didn’t either, but he was afraid that baby Lily Hughes, with her little fists and chubby legs, would change his mind.
And a change of mind was the last thing Elias wanted. If he was being completely honest, he wouldn’t mind having kids right now – he was broody, he was starting to pay more attention to names and clothes, and he felt a pang of something in his chest when he’d see his teammates with their kids at the family skate sessions. Yet, the one thing holding him back the most was his career.
When he eventually has kids of his own, he doesn’t want to leave both you and your child at home for weeks on end whilst he was off skating fuck knows where. He didn’t think he could do that; it was already hard leaving you alone, but there was something so utterly heart-wrenching about the thought of adding a child into that mix.
He’d be a fucking mess. The guilt? The loneliness? He’d miss his family too much.
But, there was a little voice in the back of his mind, known as Kris Letang – or rather, words that he’d spoken and Elias had read once upon a time – telling him that maybe it wouldn’t be all that bad if he had a child that grew up understanding and appreciating what it was he did.
The idea of taking a mini-you and mini-him to those family skating sessions sounded like an absolute dream. As did having a little one behind the boards at his games, and a plethora of other things, too.
And to top it all off, he was standing in his best friend’s living room, staring at the cards and flowers in the window, you upstairs and out of sight at Kat’s bedside, and everything he’d tried to bottle was coming to the surface and he essentially had absolutely nothing to stop it.
Except–
“Hey,” Quinn pushed open the door, Elias’s attention snapping to the bundle of blankets in his arms, “Lily, meet your Uncle Petey.” Quinn cooed, face alight with utter joy as he positioned the baby girl in his arms for Elias to peer down–
Oh.
Oh.
Elias swallowed, something in chest melting at the brown eyes blinking wearily up at him and little fists struggling in the air.
She’s gorgeous.
“I know, right?” Quinn breathed, watching Petey’s reaction with glistening eyes.
Had he said that out loud?
He had no time to dwell on it before Quinn was talking again, “You wanna hold her?”
He felt himself nodding before he even thought about speaking, and Quinn carefully, slowly, gently lifted Lily into Elias’s waiting arms, adjusting his arms to support her head. Elias blinked, registering the warmth seeping into his arms from the blankets, the weight in his arms almost too light to be an entire human being – she was so tiny.
She wasn’t that much bigger than his entire hand.
He traced a finger so gently across her cheek, unable to really realise that Quinn was laughing at him as he wandered into the kitchen to get a start on making some coffees.
In fact, Elias couldn’t really look away until he heard your footsteps coming down the stairs. Only then was he able to realise that he hadn’t even moved from his spot when Quinn had handed him Lily initially. Though, when he took a quick glance down at her, her eyes were shut, mouth open a little as she slept, and he seemed to fall even deeper down the rabbit hole of what-the-fuck-I-might-want-a-baby.
That was how you found him when you finally entered the living room: standing as still as humanly possible by the window, his gaze locked firmly on the bundle in his arms and something in his entire demeanour that had you sharing a rather bewildered glance with Quinn, who was blinking tiredly from where he’d sat down on the couch.
Despite Petey’s clear hesitancy to move in fear of waking her up, he looked strangely natural holding Lily with such care and adoration. You didn’t say anything or approach him, but you did take a seat next to Quinn.
“You did good.” You whispered, a smile on your face, “She’s gorgeous.”
He grinned, “I know.”
“Is anyone else coming today or are we your last visitors?”
His eyes zipped to the clock on the mantelpiece, “You guys are the last ones for today. We’ve got the grandparents tomorrow.”
“Grandparents.” Then, after a brief pause, “It feels so surreal that you’re a Dad now. A good surreal, but…”
“Weird?” He offered, and you nodded, “You know what’s next?”
You hummed, feeling his foot nudge your leg playfully, “What?”
“Baby Peteys.”
You rolled your eyes, “We’ll see.”
You nodded your head in the direction of Elias, who still had his back to you, and Quinn smiled in understanding, letting you go.
“Hi.” You mumbled into Elias’s shoulder, resting your cheek against him and looking at baby Lily asleep.
“Hi,” he greeted back, and you could feel the heat of his eyes on the side of your face as you stroked her cheek, your nose scrunching up in a managed reaction to her cuteness when she stirred. Gosh, she was too cute. Elias must have been thinking the same thing, because just as you thought those words, he was talking, “She’s so cute.”
You breathed a quiet laugh, “Of course she’s cute, look at her parents.”
“Quinn isn’t cute.” He teased, throwing his head back and winking at his friend with humour, before turning back to you, “Baby cuddles?”
You shook your head, “I had baby cuddles upstairs.” You rubbed his arm, “I think we need to go–”
“Already? We just got here.” Elias protested, pulling his mouth downwards much to your amusement.
“I know, but they’re tired. It’s only been four days, they need some time to themselves without having to wait on other people.”
It didn’t come as much of a shock when the first thing he said after shutting the door behind him was “I think we should talk when we get back”.
***
You hope the blonde stays forever, and with Elias’s Swedish genes and being very blonde himself, you had a feeling that was going to be the case, because Hanna’s almost white hair peeking out from under her pink bucket hat, still a little damp from the seawater, was just too adorable to cope with.
She was every bit Elias’s twin, and it was so hilariously obvious when they were sitting side by side, Hanna in her high chair and Elias with one arm draped over the back of it, conversing with her unintelligible baby babble with a sweet grin on his face only ever reserved for her. She had his deep blue eyes and an adorably infectious giggle, even as he playfully swiped suncream across her face.
“It’s such a lovely day–”
“Sea!” Hanna yelped, a chubby arm almost smacking Elias in the face as she pointed to the blue sparkling water over the decking of the restaurant, the word startling both you and Elias into a dumbfounded silence.
You swallowed, sharing a look with him, and a smile broke onto your face at the way he seemed so utterly speechless; his mouth was parted slightly, and his eyes were wide and before he could regain his senses, you leant across the table, successfully garnering Hanna’s attention from where her arm was still outstretched and her eyes were fixed on Elias.
“Baby, can you say that again for us?” You asked, heart melting when she blinked and reached to grab a small chunk of cut up apple from her bowl.
Elias seemed to snap out of his shock because he pointed to the water over his shoulder, “Sea.”
Hanna stuffed the piece of apple into her mouth, head swivelling back and forth between you and Elias with an adorable blend of confusion and curiosity, seemingly refusing to say anything else after a heavy pause filled with a kind of excited anticipation, the both of you wanting nothing more than for her to repeat what she just said.
You’d had these heart-stopping moments on a few occasions now, where Hanna would say something that sounded like a word and point to something that could be related to what she’d said, but she’d yet to repeat it.
Technically, her first word was ‘woof’, though arguably it wasn’t really much of a word, but she had been pointing to a dog at the time, which kind of made you think that she had some level of understanding about what was being said around her, but…it could be a fluke.
Elias groaned jokingly, ducking his head down only to be attacked by a little palm patting the top of his cap, before looking back up at you, a slightly bewildered look on his face.
It was nice to see him unwind after the chaos of the end of the Canucks’ season; Stanley Cup winners the year before meant that the expectation of possibly winning again this year was pretty high, mostly for Quinn (as much as he tried to deny it), but you could also tell it had taken its toll on Elias, too. It was mainly the questions from reporters repeatedly asking them what they were gonna do to help maintain their win streaks, and answering the same questions paired with unsolicited criticism from fans and almost every other person in the conference rooms that was so exhausting.
They hadn’t won this year, much to everyone’s dismay, but they’d held on until the seventh game of the third round of the play-offs.
Needless to say, a break to Sweden to see his family was definitely a good choice if the constant grinning was anything to go by.
“What is it?” Elias asked, a knowing glint in his eye as he adjusted the hat on Hanna’s head.
You hadn’t even realised you’d been staring, but there wasn’t a single part of you that felt embarrassed by having been caught in the act: you’d known each other for so long now that things like getting caught admiring each other was an honest blessing. He knew why you were staring, you knew why you were staring; it was hard not to stare most of the time when Elias always looked so good, but there was something about the way he seemed to radiate pure joy when he was around Hanna (and you – but that went without saying) that always seemed to captivate your whole attention.
Moments like that were worth the difficult goodbyes and the time apart and the rough nights.
You just shook your head, resting your cheek on your fist, “Nothing.”
There was an unreadable expression on his face, but the slight squint of his eyes told you everything you needed to know, before you were sighing, eyes zipping to Hanna, because whilst you weren’t bothered about getting caught staring, it didn’t mean you don’t still get nervous when he divided his entire attention to you, “You look really happy right now.” Was what you settled for.
He softened, a smile melting onto his face as he moved one of his hands to the middle of the table to take yours so he could place a delicate kiss on the inside of your wrist, “I am.”
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the perfect father , elias pettersson
note, this was originally written for jacob markstrom but i decided to rewrite it for someone else. just a personal thing. also, this fic is part of the "home with the petterssons" series. check out this masterlist for more.
timeline: this takes place between february 2021-october 2021
pair, elias pettersson x reader
summary, y/n and elias manage to keep a huge secret from the world during quarentine.
warnings, children/kids, pregnancy, covid/quarantine, a little cheesey
word count, 3873 words
(gif not mine)
The NHL schedule was confusing during the regular season, but now you were even more confused with the 2020-2021 season underway. So, to make things easier for you, Elias bought a calendar with your favorite animals and filled it out with all the dates of games.
The calendar really came in handy when planning your doctor's appointment. You had a hunch about what was causing all your sickness and it wasn't a cold.
So, you called the person you knew you could rely on, the one person who would give you the advice you needed to hear and would give you the cold hard truth even if it would hurt.
Holly Horvat.
She did indeed give you the cold hard truth and confirmed your suspicions. She also stayed on the line with you while you booked your appointment.
In the meantime, to ease some anxiety and nerves, you went to the store and grabbed as many pregnancy tests as you could fit in your hands. You purchased them and rushed home as fast as you could.
You sat on the closed toilet lid, head in hand as you waited for your timer to go off. Those two minutes felt like hours. You didn't ever understand that feeling before, but you did now. Time really did go slower.
You and Elias had been together for almost five years, engaged for less than a year, and everything was great. You were great. You had talked about babies briefly, but you talked about it as if it was something in the distant future. After marriage, after a few years more in the league. Clearly, life doesn't always go the way you want it to.
When the timer went off, you jumped out of your skin. You pulled your hands away from your eyes and flipped the tests over, inhaling as you looked at all of them.
"Holy crap." You muttered.
-
“I’m home!” Elias announced a few hours later, walking into the house. He found it strange that Luna, your dog, didn’t immediately run up and greet him. He followed the sound of the TV into the living room, where he found you fast asleep, and Luna curled up around you.
He smiled, turned off the TV, and draped a blanket over you, but not before kissing you on the head. He made his way into the bathroom to take a shower. He was waiting for the water to warm up a little when he spotted something sticking out of the trashcan.
He pulled it out of the trash and his eyes widened. He dug deeper into the trash, not even caring that he was digging into the trash, and looked at all of the tests in front of him, "Holy..." He covered his mouth in shock before he ran as fast as he could to the living room.
He dropped them on the coffee table then shook you awake, "Y/N." He called out, continuing to shake you before you turned around.
"What?!" You snapped, turning around, about to snap at him again, but you stopped when you noticed the tests sitting on the table, "Oh..." You looked back up at Elias, who was looking to you for confirmation, "Surprise." You gave him a nervous smile.
"Really?" He broke out into a smile, and when you nodded, he jumped onto the couch with you and wrapped you in his arms. You hugged him tighter, kissing his cheek as he pulled away, "Are you okay? Do you need anything?" He frantically asked, cupping your face and then looking down at your stomach.
"No, I'm okay." You smiled at his sudden panic, but stopped and thought about it, "Actually..."
"Anything." He stated before you could finish.
"Anything?" He nodded, "That's a lot of responsibility, Mr. Pettersson." You joked.
"I can do it." He nodded.
"If you say so." You shrugged, before listing off the things you wanted at that very moment, which he grabbed from the kitchen with no hesitation.
-
Because your plan to surprise Elias was spoiled, you changed your appointment to a day when Elias would actually be home. When that day finally came, Elias woke up before you and made breakfast big enough to feed a small family.
While you ate, you pointed off to different dishes you didn't want and he gave them to your next-door neighbors, who were thrilled and excited by the Swedish dishes Elias had made.
When it was finally time to drive to the doctor's, he was bouncing off the walls of the car, barely able to contain his excitement, "I really can't go in with you?" He frowned as you slipped your bag onto your shoulder.
"I'm sorry." You pouted, "But I'll ask if I can FaceTime you." You promised.
"Okay." He perked up a little at that, "I love you. Say 'hi' to the baby for me." You smiled, leaning over to kiss him.
"I will." You gave him a salute then were on your way in. You waited anxiously, texting Elias the entire time while you waited.
"Pettersson." You stood up, dropping the magazine sitting in your lap and garnering a few looks from the other people sitting in the waiting room.
"That's me." You announced. The nurse offered you a warm smile and nodded, gesturing for you to follow her. She led you into an empty room and instructed for you to sit down.
"Is this your first time?" She asked, typing a few things into the computer.
"Is it that obvious?" You laughed nervously.
"It's okay." She gave you a smile that let you know she knew what she was doing. After she asked her questions, she quickly took some tests and rushed them off to test. And that left you by yourself in the complete quiet. And in that time, everything started to sink in.
You were pregnant.
You didn't know how much time had passed, you were so stuck in your own little world, but someone knocked on the door, and that shook you from your thoughts. A woman you presumed was a doctor popped her head in and gave you a smile.
"I'm Dr. Rowe, it's nice to meet you." She reached out and shook your hand before she made her way over to the small sink, "Y/N, right?"
"Yes." You nodded. She snapped on a pair of gloves and then sat in the chair next to the big bed-table thing next to you.
"So, we got your results back, and congrats, Mrs. Pettersson, you are pregnant." She told you. You let out a breath you hadn't known you were holding and a choked laugh, "Now, I know this is a little overwhelming, so if you need a minute..."
"I'm good." You shook your head, "I'm ready."
"All right, well, I'm going to walk you through what I'm going to do then do it, is that okay?" She smiled when you nodded again.
True to her word, she walked you through what she was going to do, step by step. She then grabbed all the tools she would need and helped you lie down.
"Can I call my husband? Would that be okay?" You asked.
"Of course." She nodded. You whipped out your phone and immediately dialed Elias' number.
"Is it time?" He asked, picking up before the first ring was over. You and Dr. Rowe laughed.
"Yes." You nodded, flipping the camera around as she squirted jelly onto your stomach.
"All right, let's find a baby." She moved the wand around your stomach. Both you and Elias watched in fascination as she moved the wand and a little blob showed up on the screen.
"Is that-?"
"Your baby." She nodded. Neither you nor Elias could say anything as you stared at the screen in pure awe, "Would you like to hear the heartbeat?" You felt yourself nod and heard Elias say 'yes' immediately again.
She pressed a button on the machine and you were in awe all over again, "Elias..." Was all you managed to say through the tears. A silence enveloped the room, the only thing filling it was the heartbeat of your baby, a sound you had decided was your new favorite.
"Would you like some pictures?" Dr. Rowe asked, breaking the silence.
"Yes, please." You nodded.
You walked out of the doctor's office 10 minutes later, sonogram in hand. You made it back to the car and looked at Elias, "It's real."
"We're actually having a baby." He tearfully smiled.
-
After your appointment, all Elias could talk about was seeing your little baby in a little Pettersson jersey and how cute it would be, so before he came back, you decided to make part of his dream come true.
When Elias finally did have to leave for the little stint of away games, you decided that would be the perfect time to enact your plan. You went to the team store and got a little baby jersey customized, almost crying in your car when you pulled the jersey out of the bag and finally got a look at it.
As soon as you got home, you wrapped the jersey with your nicest wrapping paper, slapped the prettiest bow you owned on it, and began the countdown until Elias would be home.
He wouldn't be home for a few more days, and when he came home, you heard him before you saw him. He came through the door, looking disheveled.
"I'm home." He hummed, dropping his stuff where he stood and making his way over to you quickly, "Did I miss anything? Are you okay? Do you need anything?" He spoke frantically.
"Okay, you need to breathe." You laughed, "I'm fine. We're both fine." You reassured him, "Why don't you get changed and come back out here? I have something for you."
"This feels backwards. I should be bringing you gifts." He laughed.
"Just go." You pushed him towards the bedroom. You waited patiently, trying to keep your excitement at bay. When he finally came back into the kitchen, he looked at the bag on the coutner confused.
"You used the pretty wrapping paper." He pointed out, eyeing the gift suspiciously, "You only use that when it's a good gift."
"Just open the gift, Elias." You told him snappily. He raised his hands in surrender but opened the gift. He froze when he caught a glimpse of the tiny jersey.
He picked up the jersey and held it up so he could look at his name sprawled on the back of it, "Y/N..."
"You talked so much about the baby wearing your jersey, so I got one made." You told him, making your way over to him, "Are you okay?" You asked, worried when you saw he was frozen in place.
"This is perfect." He said, his voice so quiet you almost didn't hear him.
"Oh, Eli." You cooed, wrapping him in a hug.
-
"Cakes here!" Elias shouted from the door. He shut the door with his foot and carried the cake to the kitchen where you were waiting for him.
You looked at each other nervously, not because the cake was bad, but because you were finally, after months of waiting, going to know the gender of Baby Petey, and that thought filled you with both joy and anxiety.
"You ready?" You asked. He nodded, "All right." You took a breath and set up your camera while Elias grabbed the cake cutter from one of the drawers, "Pettersson family gender reveal." You clapped in front of the camera, imitating one of the movie clappers.
Elias pulled the cake out of the box and you both inhaled sharply. He set it down and his hand hovered over the cake cutter. You grabbed his hand and together, you held the cutter.
"One, two, three." You counted down together, then cut into the cake. When you pulled the slice out, you burst into tears.
"A boy!" He cheered, dropping the cutter and wrapping you in a hug, unable to fight his own tears so you stood in your kitchen, crying tears of joy together at the thought of your unborn son.
-
With all the guys away on a roadie, one of the girls decided to have a little get-together at her house so you could all watch the game together.
When you knocked on the door, instead of it being the host, it was Gunner Horvat, who must've seen you through the video camera and ran to the door before anyone could stop him.
"Hi, G." You laughed, "I don't think you're supposed to open the door without an adult." He simply stared at you but raised his arms, wordlessly asking for you to pick him up, "I missed you, too, bud." You laughed when he wrapped his arms around you.
"Let her get in the door, Gun." Holly laughed, grabbing the bag in your hand so you could hold onto the child more easily. She led you to the main room where a few other girls were already.
"Surprise!" They all shouted. You gaped in shock at the scene in front of you. Instead of being a little watch party, there were baby decorations all around the living room and kitchen.
"What the heck?" You gasped, tears filling your eyes as you looked at all the other girls.
"Elias told us you were a little bummed that you couldn't have a gender reveal party, so we decided to throw you a little shower." One of the girls explained with a smile.
"This is so sweet." You smiled tearfully. They led you over and grabbed some snacks before leading you to the living room where a small mountain of presents sat, "Wow."
"We might've gone a little overboard." They all laughed. Before they started, they made sure you had everything you needed and wanted before you began.
You opened so many things you didn't even know you needed but all the other mothers told you you needed. The last present was smaller than the others but they all looked excited for you to open.
You pulled out an exact replica of your special denim jacket with 'Pettersson' on the back. Everything was the same, even down to the special patches you had put on it.
"Wow." You gaped, at a loss for words as you turned the jacket around to look at every detail.
"Do you like it?" You could hear the worry in her voice.
"I love it. It's beautiful." Your eyes filled with tears again, and they all crowded you in a big hug.
-
It was really late. Way too late for you to be up late. It was almost 3 in the morning, and you were awake. Why you may ask? Because the baby wouldn’t stop moving, plus she was craving food.
You knew Elias was asleep. It was evident by the loud snoring. Instead of trying to fall back asleep, you got out of bed. As soon as your feet swung over the edge of the bed, Luna was up and standing next to you.
You smiled when she trotted alongside you towards the living room. By the time you made it to your destination, you were a little tired, but the overwhelming hunger outweighed the tiredness. So, you turned on the TV, before making your way into the kitchen. You grabbed an armful of different snacks and headed back to the living room.
You settled on the couch, the dogs curling into you on each side. You got through half an episode when you heard footsteps coming down the stairs, “What are you doing up? It’s almost 3:30.” Elias rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he made his way over to you on the couch.
“I was hungry, and couldn’t sleep.” You shrugged. He gave you a tired smile and carefully sat down next to you.
“Why didn't you wake me and tell me you were hungry?”
“You looked peaceful, and I just didn’t want to wake you.” You told him.
“I wish you had told me.” He yawned, and you chucked.
“I’ll be sure to do that next time.” You nodded.
"How's baby?" He asked sleepily, leaning his head on your shoulder.
“He doesn’t know when it’s time to play and when it’s time to sleep.” You told him, looking down at your bump and rubbing it.
“And how are you?”
“I’m really tired.” You admitted, looking over at him. When you finally met his eyes, he could see how tired you really were.
He grabbed your hand and pressed a few kisses to it. He grabbed the chip bags surrounding you and took them back to the kitchen. By the time he got back, your eyes were drooping, and you were on the verge of sleep.
“Come on. Let's get you to bed." He got off the couch and helped you get up too. He placed a kiss on your head before leading you down the hallway, back towards your bedroom.
He helped you get situated back in bed, tucking you in and making sure you were comfortable. He then climbed in next to you, "Sleep well." He whispered, caressing your cheek. He made sure you were asleep before he fell asleep.
-
Your due date was a few days away, and both you and Elias were getting very excited. Every day, you would wake up, and waddle down the stairs where Elias was already making breakfast. You would sit at the kitchen island, and the two of you would talk about the dreams you had the previous night.
You would spend most of the day lounging around the house. Either watching TV, reading books, going for drives, organizing the house again, it was the same thing every day.
Then, after dinner, the two of you would go out for a walk with the dogs. It was really the only outside interaction you would get all day unless you went out to the backyard.
The night was no different. After dinner, you grabbed your jackets and leashed up the dogs. All throughout the day, you had stomach pain. You brushed it off all the time as stomach pain. Elias usually walked ahead because he had quicker strides, but never too far because he was protective.
You were walking in silence when a sharper pain hit you, and you let out a pained noise. That caught Elias' attention, and he whipped around, “What is it? What’s wrong?” He asked, cupping your face with one hand, while his other went down to your stomach.
“I-” Before you could finish, you felt a wave of liquid trickle down your leg, “I think I’m going into labor.” You winced. You looked at him and saw all the color drain from his face, “What are you doing?!” You hit him in the arm when he didn't move, “We gotta go.”
That snapped him out of it, “Come on, baby. Let’s get you to the hospital.” He helped you walk, well waddle, back towards the house, “Breath baby, breath.” He kept telling you and placing kisses on your temple.
-
“He's beautiful,” Elias whispered as he leaned down over your shoulder to look at the newborn.
“He's perfect.” You smiled at him, cradling your son closer to your chest. Leonardo Michael Pettersson was perfect in every way. When you called and told Brock that you had given Leo his middle name, he almost cried.
Elias had been nothing but supportive throughout the whole process. He waited on you hand and foot, the same way he had all throughout your pregnancy, getting you whatever you asked. He even let you curse at him, and squeeze his hand which was the least he could do.
A few hours after birth, you had fallen asleep, leaving Elias and the baby alone. Elias was sitting in the chair next to your bed without a shirt, cradling little Leo to his chest. He had read somewhere that skin-to-skin contact was good for babies, so he figured he would give it a try. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the little baby.
“We’re so happy you’re here.” He whispered. Leo couldn't understand a word he was saying, but he looked up at him with his big blue eyes. His blue eyes, “We waited so long for you, and now that you’re here, you’re gonna be so spoiled.” He pressed a kiss to his chubby cheek.
“You’re already so loved. You have aunts and uncles who are so excited to meet you.” Somewhere in between his conversation, you started to wake up, but kept your eyes closed, “And of course mommy and I are so happy you’re here.” He added.
You continued to listen to Elias talk to Leo, and it warmed your heart. You knew, from the moment you told him you were pregnant, and he started taking care of you and telling you not to lift a finger, you knew he was gonna be a great father.
And boy were you right.
-
5 months later, February 2022
After months of waiting, you finally got the clearance for Leo to a game, and Elias was thrilled. You slipped the little Pettersson jersey on him, a surprise Elias didn't know you had in store for him.
You bundled him up in a blanket, and even got a little beanie with the number 40 embroidered on the top of it, "Papa is so excited for tonight, and you probably won't remember anything, but it's such a big night." You whispered as you got Leo ready.
You parked yourself in front of the arena, standing alongside a few of the other girls and their kids, as you waited for the guys to skate out.
When they skated out, Elias did his usual skate around the ice, tossing a few pucks over the glass to a few fans, and shooting at the net a few times, before he finally skated around to where you were standing.
You couldn't help but smile when you saw the smile on his face. His face showed nothing but pride as he watched Leo sleep. He blew you a kiss, then blew a kiss at Leo, who blissfully continued to sleep.
He tossed a puck over and one of the guards standing in front of the ice caught it and handed it over to you, "Thank you." You smiled at the man, slipping it into the bag and gathering your stuff.
After the game, and an OT goal from Elias which he chalked up to dad strength in a post-game interview, you finally met up with him in the parking garage.
"I'm so proud of you." You wrapped him in a hug before he could get into the car, "An overtime goal." You cheered.
"I had my good luck charms with me." He beamed, kissing your head and then kissing Leo's. When he pulled away, he finally noticed the jersey and gaped, "It's the jersey."
"It felt fitting for his first game." You shrugged with a smile.
"It's perfect." He picked up Leo carefully and cradled him to his chest, kissing his head again, "I love you." He leaned down, leaning his forehead against yours.
"I love you, too." You hummed, leaning up to kiss him.
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Home ☆ Elias Pettersson
summary: In which Petey comes home to you after a long Road Trip
note: this started off very sweet and domestic and I got a little carried away...I apologise. Very little swedish used because I don't speak swedish and google translator always sucks. I loved writing for Petey, he's such an underrated king and I hope you like it as well <3
warnings: language, p in v, smut, degrading language? I think that's it, feel free to correct me if it's not.
requested: yes
wc: 1.1K
Elias steps through the door of your shared apartment, dropping his bags at the door with a thud and removing his shoes. He knows you’re going to scold him for leaving his stuff there but right now he can’t find it in himself to care if it means he gets to see you a little sooner. He lets out a big sigh as exhaustion settles into his bones. It’s the type of exhaustion that no matter the amount of sleep he got on the plane, won’t be sated until he gets into his own bed, with you.
He makes his way into the living room, where he finds you curled up on the couch with some movie softly playing in the background. His lips curl up when he hears soft snores from you, indicating you were asleep. He always tells you to go to bed but you never listen, always opting to wait up for him instead and he couldn’t be happier that you did because although he has to wake you up, it means he doesn’t have to wait a minute longer to see you.
“Älskling,” he whispers softly, gently brushing some hair away from your face as your eyes flutter open.
“Lias…You’re home?” you ask groggily, a little disoriented and Elias takes a seat next to you as you sit up, pulling you into his side.
“I’m home baby,” he confirms, kissing your temple.
Both of you sit there for a few minutes, not saying anything, simply enjoying being in one another’s company for the first time in a few days.
“I put your towel in the drier, so it’s warm when you get out of the shower. I washed the sheets so the bed needs to be made, so I’m gonna do that while you take a shower and I’ll meet you in bed?” you ask and Elias’ heart grows twice the size with pure love for you.
You put his towel in the drier so it would be extra warm. You washed the sheets because you know he likes the feeling of clean sheets after a long road trip. He knows by the faint smell of ginger in the air, there’s a container of freshly baked cookies waiting for him on the kitchen counter, just like there is every time he comes home. Just like he knows you’ll be up before him tomorrow, while he sleeps in. Making him breakfast, and throwing his laundry in the wash so that he doesn’t have to worry about it.
“I’ll be quick,” he assures you, his voice a bit thick by his sudden overwhelming thoughts of love for you.
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After his shower Elias joins you in bed, pulling you close. You turn around to look up at him, running your hands over his cheek and pulling him closer to attach your lips. A few kisses later, Elias is sitting up against the headboard, your legs on either side of his hips as you straddle him.
“I missed you,” Elias groans, head falling back as his hands squeezing your ass, pressing your clothed cores together.
“I missed you more,” you mumble against his neck, where your kisses had already begun leaving marks on his pale skin.
Elias puts both hands on your waist lifting you up to stand on your knees as he pulls down your shorts. You help him by removing your shirt, kicking your pants of the bed and his eyes naturally fall to your breasts, buds hardening in the cold. He wraps both arms around you and pulls you closer, his face level with your chest, pressing kisses there.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs
“Elias, please. I’ve already waited long enough, please don’t make me wait any longer,” you whine and he grins up at you. Both of you aware who’s really controlling the situation despite you hovering above him.
“You’re always so desperate baby, huh? Is that what being away from me does to you? Turns you into a needy little slut?” he asks, tongue circling your nipple, his hand playing with the other one.
“Please” is your only response and Elias gives in, pushing you back a bit to remove his boxers, his only article of clothing and pulling you closer again, his hand wrapped around his dick, lining it up with your entrance.
“Only cause you asked so nicely,” he says, gripping your hips tightly as you sink down onto him. There was nothing like those first few seconds of being inside you. Elias was convinced nothing would ever compare. He wondered if lifting the Stanley Cup would bring him as much euphoria as you.
Your hands grip the headboard behind his head, causing you to bend forward, practically shoving your breasts in his face, not that he was complaining. The change in angle causing both of you to moan when he enters you again.
“Fuck baby, you always feel so good,” he groans against your skin, his hand trailing between your legs and thumb lazily rubbing circles across your clit.
“Lias,” you moan, your hands moving from the headboard to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, leaving marks behind, just how he likes it. Your hips still, legs getting tired and unable to do much else but feel pleasure as Elias continues to rub your clit.
“That’s not nice baby, I just got home from a four game road trip and you’re making me do all the work,” he says, grabbing a fist full of your hair and pulling it, causing you to arch your back. His other hand lands on your ass with an audible smack when you don’t answer.
“Can’t even be bothered to answer? Too cockdrunk to even think aren’t you sweetheart?” he asks, not giving you time to try and formulate a response before both his hands slide to your hips, lifting you up and down in time with his thrusts. You can’t do anything but take it, like a little toy for him to use. The thought sends you over the edge, causing you to clench around him and he finishes inside you.
You both sit there for a few minutes, Elias still inside you. Just being close and savoring the moment waiting for your heart rates to go down.
“I love you,” he says softly, kissing you gently.
“I love you too. Welcome home.” you whisper, kissing his chest and tucking your face in his neck while his hands rub up and down your back.
He hates going on long roadies, but he loves coming home. Warm towels. Cookies. Fresh sheets. And you.
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🎄🎄🎄“You spent how much on Christmas decorations?” with Elias please!
Elias handled your finances so when he saw the credit card statement for the month he came rushing into the living room
“We’ve been robbed”
You almost dropped your coffee “What?!”
He shows you the screen “Someone spent almost $2000 at Canadian Tire-“
Your mouth forms an ‘O’ shape
“Yeah that was me”
You watch his eyebrows furrow “Excuse me?”
You stand up, shrugging “We needed Christmas decorations”
He chokes “Christmas Dec- you spent how much on Christmas decorations?!”
You stand infront of him with a soft pout “Lias don’t be mad…. I just wanted us to have a nice first Christmas in our new home”
Elias sighs “Baby….”
You lean over to the side table and grab a mistletoe decoration you bought and held it above your heads
“Will this help?”
He smirks and leans into you “only a little”
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Quarterfinals
Sweden vs Japan
Yuki Tsunoda x reader (fc: Jun Endo ) username: youruser
Elias Pettersson x reader (fc: Fridolina Rolfö ) username: ynnuser
Canucks
Canucks Petey enjoying the last of his summer break down under supporting the Swedish Women’s team in the World cup!
Epettersson
Epettersson having a blast in Australia & NZ with my love. Swedens rooting for all of you
Ynnuser love having you down here ❤️
_Quinnhughes good luck yn!!
Bboeser you can’t say that! They knocked us out
Ynnuser thank you Quinn!
_Quinnhughes I had no idea you were so passionate about women’s soccer Brock
Bboeser it’s the principle!! But yeah, red white and fucking blue baby we still won back to back
Ynnuser
Ynnuser quarterfinals today, the journeys not done yet!
Epettersson kick some ass!
Bboeser good luck I guess
Fan1 go Sweden go
Canucks Let’s go yn!!
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F1gossip we all know Yukis supporting his gf in the World Cup, but we rarely ever see glimpses of the notoriously private couple. Yn shared snaps from a sushi date, and one of her teammates shared the other pic, so big thanks to her!
Youruser
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Teammate let’s goooo!!
FifaWomensWorldCup
FifaWomensWorldCup that’s time. Sweden eliminates Japan and out first Semi-final is set.
Tune in next week to see who’s heading to the final.
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You made a wish at 11:11 - Elias Pettersson
Inspired by 11:11 by Arkells
Summary: a first date between two longtime friends leads to something even better
You were all done up
but it wasn’t for me.
Elias’ palms felt sweaty. It was October for gods sake! There’s a cold breeze nipping at his frame - he shouldn’t be sweaty.
His heart is racing. Elias shifts his weight back and forth on his feet, he never gets this nervous. He’s an NHL super star, I mean he’s played in front of all kinds of crowds and never caved to the pressure. So why does he feel like he may throw up on the street?
His eyes shift down to the fancy watch adorning his wrist, he is ten minutes early. He’s beginning to understand the male lead in every rom-com he’s ever been forced to watch by various different women in his life - like your life is about to begin but also simultaneously combust.
Elias needs this to go well. He’s been pining after you quietly for months now, maybe even years. If this date doesn’t go well, he’ll still have to see you often and boy does he love to see you.
There’s also the fact that an annoying blonde bearing the name Brock Boeser will roast the shit out of him. He may be one of Elias’ best friends but damn is he unable to let things go. It doesn’t help that you and Bella are quite good friends and the older Canuck is privy to all your “girl talk”, as he’s boasted to Elias before.
“Pull yourself together, Pettersson.” Elias mutters to himself, he’s trying his best to channel his Minnesotan pal and pep-talk his way out of the bordering on anxiety nerves he’s developed waiting outside of your building.
He lets out a deep breath, throwing his head back and screwing his eyes shut. He’s thankful it’s October and beginning to hint at the Vancouver winter to come. There’s no way Elias would be able to hide his nerves in the heat, a loose t-shirt would instantly give away the sweat-induced panic He shoves his hands inside the pockets of his felt Nike quarter-zip. The plush interior of his pockets brings comfort to his fried nerves.
“Hey there handsome,” your voice startles him out of his reverie. “You ready to go?”
Elias turns to greet you, but words fail him once he catches a glimpse of you. His jaw drops slightly and he tries to recover quickly so you don’t notice. You do however and glee flashes over your face.
“You look incredible,” is what finally leaves his lips as he gathers his thoughts.
Cockily, you roll your shoulders back and stand a little taller. The compliment is exactly what you need to boost your confidence to go through with this date. Sure, you and Elias have been friends for a while and run in the same social groups but you’ve never hung out alone before. You’d never thought he’d ask you out and briefly thought he was inviting you to hang out with the group when he did ask. It took both Bella and Brock to convince you to agree.
“Just so you know,” you lilt teasingly, leaning your shoulder into his chest, face inches from his. “I didn’t dress up for you.”
He smirks, you both know you did but he’ll play the game. “Oh yeah?” He quirks an eyebrow to match the playful attitude you’ve adopted. His face moves closer to yours and you can feel the heat of his breath on your skin. He smells delicious and you want nothing more than to press a kiss to his plump pink lips.
You were up at the front
to tap on your feet
I was back at the bar
You had your eyes on the stage
Elias wasn’t usually keen on spending his night at the Roxy, but one of your favourite bands was playing a small show and he bought tickets faster than he’d admit to anyone.
From picking you up to the moment you’d gotten to the bar, he’d kept you close to his body. Elias had kept a hand on your lower back with you tucked into his side. Somehow you’d manage to make it several blocks without him being noticed by loving Canucks fans.
Upon entering the bar, he’d inquired about your drink preference before ushering you to the front of the stage.
The band hadn’t appeared yet, but the music was blasting through the speakers. The disco ball illuminated the dance floor. Elias watched as light danced off your face. You were at the front of the stage, tapping your feet to the beat while the girl beside you was gesturing wildly to you.
A throat clearing behind Elias caused him to turn around. The bartender hands him two drinks, both alcoholic, and Elias hands his credit card over to start a tab. He’s going to stick to only the one drink but he wants to treat you to however many you want.
He’s cautious as he moves through the crowd with both hands full. It’s not as busy as he’s seen it before but he still has to dodge the occasional group of people to protect his drinks from spilling.
The smile he receives from you upon gallantly handing you your drink makes his heart flutter. The lighting hits your eyes causes electricity to run down his spine.
Elias looks good, having shed his sweater at the coat check and rolling up the sleeves of his button up. He’s wearing the one you complimented one time. The moment you saw it, you blushed to yourself - he’d remembered.
You switch your drink in your hands, and slip your free hand into Elias’s. His hand dwarves yours, warming your icy palm. Using his grip on your hand, Elias pulls you closer.
“Thank you for the drink,” you say, eyes fluttering up at the Swede. You want to kiss him, but the music stops and you both turn to the stage.
The girl you were chatting with is gone when the spell between you and Elias ends. She made away quickly upon realising that she no longer existed in the little world between you and your beau.
You made a wish at 11:11
I held your hips at 12:34
There was a kiss just waiting to happen
A cab was calling outside the door
Even if the bar wasn’t packed, you would be pressed against Elias. The moment the band started playing, he took position behind you. He made the perfect barrier from others; it left you the perfect amount of room to lose yourself in the music.
Occasionally you’ll turn around to serenade him sweetly. His blue eyes haven’t left your frame in the hour since the band went on. He could care less about the ongoings around him, all that mattered in this moment was you.
You whip around quickly, grabbing his wrist and twisting it to your view. Elias chuckles, amused by your actions. Your eyelashes flutter as you inspect the hands of the watch. He’s blown away by the smile you bear upon seeing exactly what you’re looking for.
Seamlessly, the band switches from the fast pace song to a slower boxier beat. Your body sways almost automatically at the switch. Elias’ arm is still in your grip as you move.
He leans in close to you, so you can hear him over the band. “What are you doing, älskling?” His lips caress your ear, and you shiver at the feeling.
“It’s 11:11, I’m making a wish.” You announce back, before going quiet and closing your eyes.
It’s clear you’re mentally trying to wish something and Elias smiles at the way your eyes crinkle with emphasis. He finds a warmth in his chest at how cute you look focused. “You’re cute, y’know?” He murmurs, eyes filled with fondness.
He notices an eyelash under your eye, and reaches his thumb up to brush it away. A shiver runs through your body at his touch, his hands are soft and warm.
You want to kiss him, he wants you to kiss him.
It’s a little later when you spin around. A slow song has brought the joint down a couple levels and most people are coupled off around you swaying back and forth. “Dance with me?” You ask, drawing his attention to you.
Elias had been glaring down a man dancing to your left. This guy had been trying to get closer and closer to you as the night progressed and the Swede was having none of it.
Not usually prone to jealously, it was a weird feeling for Elias. But he’s more than happy to wrap his arms around your waist.
You snuggle into his chest, letting your body fall against his. His arms are strong and you can feel his biceps against the small of your back. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, head falling against his collarbone.
Elias begins to sway you back and forth, his heart is beating steady and its rhythmic bumping lulls you into a relaxed state.
Elias is the first to break the silence you’ve created. “I'm having a really great time with you.”
The sentiment lingers in the air for a moment as you take in the words spoken. You smile against his clavicle. The same thing has crossed your mind several times tonight.
“Me too,” your eyes lift up to meet his. His smile grows and he leans down to meet you, your eyes shut as you purse your lips.
The sudden vibration of his phone against both of your legs startle you away from each other. You're at the point where you could scream, Elias feels the exact same way.
He’s quick to pick the phone out of his Jean pockets. The display reads “Yellow Cab Co.”, and he brings the device to his ear.
“Yeah, we’ll be right out,” he murmurs, his other hand leaving your hip to plug his ear that he’s not holding his phone to.
Upon hanging up, he clumsily shoves his phone back into his pocket. His hands come to rest on your hips. The lights dance around the room, music still blasting and people around you dancing.
“That’s the cab,” he says, ducking his head down to your ear. “I thought they’d take longer.”
You just nod. He leads you to the coat check and keeps his grip on your hips as you make small talk with the coat check girl.
You check his wrist watch and the time reads 12:34. A song you like comes on and he’s quick to sway you back on forth as you watch the coat check girl flick through jacket after jacket searching for yours.
I said: “if you go home
And get on the phone
And tell your girlfriends about me
I’ll go home
And sleep on my own
And dream of a girl named Lonnie”
Elias kept his hand on your lower back the entire walk out of the club. He’d even opened the door of the cab and helped you in.
His hands had been smooth as they’d made sure your seatbelt was secure.
When the taxi pulled up in front of your place, he was quick to get out and run around the car to your door. Elias held your hand as you exited the warmth of the cab into the brisk October night. He lets go briefly to pay the van driver and thank him enthusiastically, you swear you see him hand the driver an 100% tip and it makes you smile.
Your head looks up and you spot a star or two freed from the cloud cover. The moon is bright and illuminates the streets around you.
Elias walks you to the door of your building, his hand scratching at the back of his neck. It’s the first time tonight his nerves have been revealed to you.
“I had a great time tonight,” you smile, moving your hand to grab his. The smile Elias sends you back causes his eyes to crinkle.
“Me too,” he says, finally cupping your cheeks in his larger hands. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
“Finally,” you chuckle, eyes fluttering shut as you slip into your tiptoes to meet his lips.
They’re as plump as you thought they’d be. Your hands slip around his neck as he moves his head to push his lips further against yours.
His lips purse and you take the opportunity to twist the hair at the nape of his neck in your fingers. He smiles against your mouth.
When you pull away, you’re both breathing heavily. You rest your forehead against his, smiling. “Let’s do this again.” You say as you break away from him. “I’ll text you tomorrow.”
He waits until he knows you’re safely in the building before he begins the short walk to his own. He shoots Brock a quick text saying he’d dropped you off safely. To which he gets a thumbs up in response.
You’re on cloud nine as you make it up to your apartment. Every moment of your date is replaying in your head. It went perfectly.
As you hang your keys up, you slip your purse off your shoulder and sneak your phone out of the bag to check your notifications. Elias had agreed to handle all the logistics so you hadn’t touched your phone once that night.
The second you pick it up, it illuminates with Bella’s contact photo. You answer quickly, throwing the speaker phone on as you move about your apartment.
“Tell me everything,” she squeals down the phone, you can hear Brock in the background shuffling closer to the phone.
“Hi Bells, hi Brock,” you say teasingly, “I had a great night thanks for asking. How was yours?”
Your cat is quick to approach you and nuzzle his head against your legs. You lean down and scratch between his ears.
“Yeah yeah, we had a great night,” Bella’s attitude is clear even through the phone. You know she’s rolling her eyes at you. “How was your date?”
“Petey had a good time. Did you?” Brock adds and your heart flutters.
“I had the best time. I wish he kissed me sooner though.” You plop yourself on the couch, your cat following suit to place himself in your lap and pure loudly.
“YOU KISSED???” Bella yells and you almost toss the phone across the room to save your eardrums. Brock’s chuckle is also heard. “Did you know about this?” She must be talking to her boyfriend.
“Yeah, he texted me earlier.” The Minnesotan drawls back.
You can’t help the squeal that falls out of your mouth at his admission. The butterflies in your stomach are emphasised when the aforementioned swede appears in your notifications having texted you.
It’s a simple text saying he made it home safe and you reply saying you’re glad and you had a great time. You text back and forth quickly, heart rate increasing.
“Um, hello? Y/N are you there?” Bella’s voice causes you to focus on your phone call once again.
Meanwhile, Elias is laying in his bed. He’s contently texting you back and he feels on top of the world. He smiles to himself when you bid him a good night and sweet dreams.
He types up a quick response before plugging his phone in for the night and turning over in his bed.
The duvet is plush and warm, his pillow perfectly fitting against his head. The weight of the day seems to slip off his shoulders as he relaxes into the mattress. The darkness of the room allows him to fall into unconsciousness.
The images behind his eyes take form immediately. He’s in a house, a kitchen to be more specific. He can see into the living room where a cartoon plays on the TV.
There’s toys scattered around everywhere and Elias turns back to the kitchen counter where he’s making coffee.
He picks up the cup and walks his sock-covered feet into the living room where a toddler girl is sitting on the couch, sippy cup in hand.
“Papa coffee?” The little blonde asks, blue eyes wide with curiosity. She looks like a mix of you and Elias, she’s clad in Canucks themed pyjamas and her hair is a mess.
“Yeah, Papa made coffee. Baby brother kept mama and papa up all night.” He explains delicately, free hand reaching out to tame her unruly hair.
“Mama ‘sleep?” The little girl inquires, moving up the couch to sit against her father.
“Mama is still asleep yeah, and she’s got baby brother with her.” He croons in response, leaning over to kiss her head.
“Lonnie love papa,” she replies, eyes focusing back on the tv as she brings her sippy cup to her mouth.
“Papa loves you too Lonnie.”
Elias wakes up the next morning happier than he’s ever been. Even more when he sees your text.
Ohhh oh ohh ohhh, I knew from the beginning
Ohhh oh ohh ohhh, it was you from the beginning.
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Boyfriend Quirks - Elias Pettersson
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whipped, nervous Elias x Latina!reader
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- so a relationship with Elias is like also having a best friend I think. And it starts that way, having a laugh together until one laughing fit, you catch eye other’s glance and it’s like ✨spark✨
- another spark moment though was heading out on a snowy evening and you have a Canucks colored beanie on and he just adjusts your beanie just to touch you
- on said night, y’all strolling through a park, your hands get cold and he puts them in his pocket to keep you warm. But also intertwining his hand into yours
- he confesses his feelings when y’all get back home and immediately becomes red because of how nervous he was. Ofc you tease him and y’all sleep in the same bed together that night.
- Elias in the mornings is the classic, “noo stay five minutes more” and of course you don’t protest. He’s the type to engulf you in snuggles until your bodies can no longer be any physically closer.
- during and after finishing breakfast, he’ll just stare in adoration at you. Observing your features as you watch your favorite show.
- if he has practice, leaving won’t be such a struggle. He’ll ask for quick cuddles right before he needs to change. What’s meant to be a quick kiss goodbye, turns into a soft make out before you push him out the door.
- when gets back he looks for you for a long hug before you tell him to shower, he pouts but knows you’re right.
- right out the shower he’s asking for cuddles, again. No exception for cuddles, unless he’s starving. But right after he takes his last bite, cuddles.
- if you get hot easily and tell him to back up, he’ll slightly pout but understand. But if it’s winter, cuddles are endless. If you get cold easily, he eats that up. “No worries, I’ll make you warm” grabs a blanket and wraps both of you like a burrito.
- for your birthday he would gift you a necklace pendant, “it has small photo of us inside”
- Now games. If he scores a goal he comes to you after the game all giddy, “Did you see my goal?” He loves when you get to see him play in person.
-If the team loses he’ll sulk in cuddles and ramble about what could have gone better.
- he tries to avoid arguments/fights but when they inevitably happen, he respects if you want time alone even if his heart aches. He can’t help but think if that night was it, the end of you together.
- eventually when you come to your senses and do the walk of shame to reconcile, he’s quick to accept you with open arms. The dude is genuinely terrified of never seeing you again.
- after some time together he gathers the courage to say those three words. He figures it should be as important as if he were to propose (in his mind he’s already decided to) so he sets up the perfect date. “Why are you sweating? Are you okay?” “Oh I’m fine” He’s just about to tell the girl he wants to spend the rest of his life with that he loves her.
- after you say you love him back, I mean how could you not? Kisses after that night hold very different meaning. Before he leaves for practice: “I love you” *kiss* Right before bed: “I love you” *kiss* When you’re napping: “I love you” *kiss* He follows the promise with a kiss so many times that a kiss speaks for itself.
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-silly prompt: idk why but he would leave selfies on your camera roll with a plain face and that’s it. Or would take selfies of the both of you when you’re taking a nap and you tell him to delete them but he’s like nope.
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WikiHow: Elias Pettersson x Reader
Photo credits to DocSports
Word count: 2,189
Written by raelee / Posted August 8
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I watch the two players through my phone screen, their polished shoes carrying them past me. My finger turns off the recording and I watch as it replays the scene.
“How’d it turn out, Y/N?” Nils asks, briefly stopping next to me to watch the video.
“Probably the same as every other video that she takes of us,” Elias mutters.
I can practically feel the disapproving look that Nils gives him.
“It’s kind of my job,” I murmur back, adding a quick caption on the video about Sweden before posting it.
My soles push me into a standing position and my body turns around. Nils is still paused next to me, probably waiting for me to start walking so that we can walk in together, while Elias is standing a few feet away, shifting from one foot onto the other and glaring at me with impatience.
I look around for a saving grace- and I find it in the form of a 5’10 defenseman.
“I, uh, I actually have to talk to Quinn about something,” I stutter out an excuse.
Nils frowns at me, clearly telling that it’s a lie, but Elias is already moving before anything else can be said, and Nils is forced to follow behind his friend.
I breathe a sigh of relief as soon as the taller Swede enters through the doors into the building and a laugh echoes through the parking garage.
“You don’t actually have to talk to me about something, do you?” Quinn questions.
“No,” I confess, “I just needed to leave that situation ASAP.”
“He’s Swedish, it’s just how they are,” he responds to my unanswered question.
It’s his response everytime Elias is rude to me- which is often. Ever since I joined the Canucks last year as their social media coordinator, Elias has been cold and distant towards me.
It started small at first. He wouldn’t respond to my hellos, he would begrudgingly agree to be in videos and photos to post online, then comment that he was only doing it for the fans. But over time he’s become ruder. He’ll make snide comments whenever he gets the chance and at times he’ll even decline being in photos or videos just so that he doesn’t have to interact with me.
I don’t know what I did wrong.
I’ve been kind to him since the beginning, even now when he’s being mean to me I won’t be mean back to him.
Quinn doesn’t know what I did, Brock doesn't know what I did, and Nils doesn’t know what I did wrong and they’re his three closest friends here. They keep telling me that I should ask him and have an honest conversation with him about our feelings, but I’m a non confrontational person, so that’s my last resort.
For now I’ll just deal with the little quips here and there.
“Good luck tonight, Quinn.”
“Thanks,” he grins at me.
What I don’t see is Elias standing across the room from us, eyes locked on the interaction and gleaming with jealousy.
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“Great job tonight, boys,” I hear Conor cheer from all the way across the bar. It’s obvious that he’s already had one too many drinks.
Samantha, the graphic designer for the Canucks, and I roll our eyes with smiles at the interruption, returning to our conversation about our plans over the short winter break.
“Hey, Y/N,” Conor shouts.
My eyes shift back to the tall man, watching as he holds up a pink drink and shakes it around with a cheeky smile. I give him a thumbs up with a laugh.
“What’s that about?” Samantha asks.
“I’ve been trying to get him to try this drink for months now, it’s really good,” I explain.
“Looks like someone’s a little jealous,” she sings.
My lips curve downwards at her words and my eyes scan around the room for someone who looks jealous. They pass over Quinn and Nils playing darts, then Brock ranting enthusiastically to a few of his teammates, and over Elias who sits quietly next to Brock, gaze downcast while he sips on his drink.
“Who?” I question, confused.
“Elias,” she says, like it’s obvious.
I watch Elias as his gaze flickers up and onto Conor, eyebrows scrunched and teeth clenched like he’s studying him. He stares at the right winger for a little bit, then his eyes flicker over to me. As soon as his blue eyes connect with mine, they flit back onto his drink, like he was caught doing something wrong.
Now my eyebrows scrunch, and I’m even more confused.
What would he be doing wrong by looking at Conor? Or looking at me?
“I don’t get it,” I breathe out.
“It’s because he likes you.”
My head snaps towards Samantha. I don’t know if it’s the fact that I got caught in the moment, so focused on Elias that I forgot that she was sitting right next to me, or the words that left her mouth that catch me off guard more.
“Elias doesn’t like me,” I deny, rolling my eyes at the mere thought of it.
“You are so oblivious,” she groans.
“He’s mean to me, he doesn’t like me,” I repeat.
“He’s mean to you because he likes you,” she explains.
“What? That doesn’t make sense, we’re not in middle school anymore, we’re adults.”
“It doesn’t have to make sense,” she shrugs. “Sometimes boys are so stupid that they think being mean to you will make you like them. Playing hard to get or something.”
I shake my head, wanting to get the thought of Elias liking me off my mind. It’s not something that I’ve ever considered before, and it’s not something that I want to consider now. I thought that it’s common sense to treat those that you appreciate with kindness and respect, but he treats me the opposite of that. “Let’s talk about something else.”
A few hours go by before I’m ready to head home, wanting to slip into bed and give my body a well deserved rest.
“I’m heading out,” I inform the table consisting of a few players, everyone else gone already.
“Alright,” Conor rises to his feet, pulling me into a hug. “Text me when you get home.”
“I will,” I tell him, “Bye, everyone.”
They all give me drunk goodbyes as I head towards the front door of the bar. As I walk, I can’t help but feel eyes on my back, as if someone is watching me. While my hand yanks open the door, I glance behind me, locking eyes with Elias. He watches as the door closes behind me.
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“Can you skate?” Brock asks, watching over the boards as Quinn finishes tying my laces.
“Not at all,” I shake my head. “But I did read WikiHow’s instructions before coming here today.”
It’s the day of the family skate. Last year I was able to get out of skating by using my work as an excuse, but today I was told to put the phone down and just enjoy the family skate.
I mentally cursed at my boss when he told me that.
“Quinn’s probably the worst person to teach you how to skate,” Ethan comments as he skates past.
Quinn curses at his teammate before holding his hands out, helping me step onto the ice.
“Push off with the left foot,” Quinn instructs.
“WikiHow says to march.”
“Well, as a professional hockey player, I’m telling you to push,” he snarks.
“This is going to be good,” Brock leans against the boards with a smirk, crossing his arms over his chest.
Nils and Elias stop next to Brock, watching as I fall for the fifth time in less than a minute.
“Is he teaching her how to skate?” Nils inquires.
“Yeah. It’s not going well so far,” Brock responds.
Elias doesn’t say anything, he just watches as I fall again.
Ethan’s right, Quinn is an awful teacher. He gets frustrated after ten minutes, storming off to skate some laps to cool down. Brock tries next but has to stop because he laughs so hard every time I fall down- which is often. Nils is too nice to correct my techniques or form, so his teaching style fails. Conor tries as well, before deciding that it’s no use and I just don’t have the skills to learn how to skate, and even poor Ethan tries before I tell him to just leave me.
“What are you doing?” A Swedish accent asks as I place one foot on the pavement to step off the ice.
“Going to sit down,” I say it like a question, confused on why Elias wants to know my whereabouts.
“You’re going to give up? Just like that?”
I sigh. “I’m just not meant to ice skate, Elias. It’s okay, it’s not a skill that I need to have.”
It’s his turn to sigh, like what I said really annoyed him. He holds a hand out towards me. “Come on.”
I stare at him in disbelief. “What?”
He gives me a blank expression. “You heard me.”
I reluctantly put my hand in his and he tugs me back onto the ice. He moves behind me, hands resting on my hips.
“Push off gently with your left foot only using your toes,” he instructs.
My foot does as he says and I stumble before one of his hands moves to my stomach, straightening me back up. Then it slides back to my hip.
I look up, knowing that if I stare at my feet any more I’ll lose balance. I accidentally catch eyes with Samantha, who smirks at me and mouths ‘I told you so.’
I roll my eyes at her.
“Are you even listening to me?” Elias questions.
“Yes.”
“What did I just say?”
“... I don’t know.”
He huffs, repeating the instructions. I move forward, slowly but surely. After ten minutes of almost falling down but Elias catching me everytime, the frustration begins to take over my body.
“Elias, really, it’s alright, you don’t need to help me with this,” I attempt to reassure him.
“No, you’re going to learn how to skate.”
“Why do you want me to learn how to skate so badly?” I ask him the question that I’ve been wondering since we started this lesson.
“Because you’re so determined with everything, you can’t give up now.” The tone of his voice is almost harsh, but his words are kind. I want to ask him why he cares if I give up now because he hates me, but I don’t want to irritate him and cause him to leave me in the middle of the ice by myself.
I’m sure Brock would love to see that, though.
So instead, I ask, “You think that I’m determined?”
He pauses, stopping me as well. “Do you remember the team's Halloween party last year?”
“Yeah… You, Brock, Quinn, and Nils dressed up as the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, right?”
“Yeah,” he nods, “And you spent a long time trying to get the perfect photo of us in the right poses, like a really long time, like a super-””I get it, Elias.”
He chuckles at the interruption.
“I just remember watching you look at the poses, adjusting Nils’ arm or Brock’s leg, and thinking about how determined you were to get a good picture. And if you were that determined to get a good picture of a Halloween party for Instagram, I couldn’t help but think about how determined you would be in other aspects of your life. And over the past year or so, you’ve really amazed me.”
I’m frozen in place, breathless. I didn’t realize that such a simple question would cause Elias to become vulnerable with me, much less compliment me. He noticed and admired my personality despite not liking me.
His skates glide him in front of me, and his hands move from my hips to grab my gloved hands.
Like he read my mind, he says, “I don’t hate you, Y/N. I’ve never hated you. In fact, I admire you, a lot. But I’ve never had the confidence to tell you, and you’re just so smart and pretty and too good for me and-”He stops, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.
His cheeks are turning red and a bashful expression takes over his face.
“I like you. I really like you.”
“Elias,” I say softly, “Why couldn’t you have just told me that instead of being mean to me?”
“Because I’m childish,” he murmurs.
“We’ll have to work on that.”
“We?”
“Yeah,” I smile gently at him, “I like you too. I really like you.”
His lips move forward, resting against mine and moving slowly. My lips move in sync with his and my arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to me as his hands gravitate back towards my waist.
It would be a romantic moment, it really would be, if we weren’t surrounded by a bunch of hockey players.
The cheering and hollering breaks the intimacy of the moment, but it sparks smiles from both Elias and I.
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last minute changes - e. pettersson (xmas drabble)
summary: some last minute changes to christmas travel plans leads to the realisation that it's your first christmas together
warnings: swearing, brief mention of someone injured from a car crash, fluff
word count: 1.9k
Elias woke up a little lonely, the spot on your side of the bed cold under his touch and the sun streaming through the small yet entirely disturbing gap between the curtains. With his aching muscles from the game yesterday, waking up in a bed by himself when he’d become so accustomed to you still sleeping, he felt a little sad.
He didn’t know why; it might have had something to do with the the fact that it was nearly Christmas and he knew that in a few days he’d be left in a cold apartment by himself, completely devoid of your presence and knowing he’d have to face endless questions from his family because everyone was bound to ask about you – he most definitely was not looking forward to that. Of course, he’d still celebrate with everyone, even invite a few of his teammates, but it felt like an absolute joke that he’d met you earlier this year and that you’d already had plans to visit your family in Montreal (not that he could blame you in any way).
It sort of felt like one thing after another, and not even the team’s point streak could numb the little ache and tightness in his chest.
God, when had he become so soft?
He supposed it was when he met you; you spoiled him with so much care and affection that it felt like someone had ripped out his soul the second he stopped receiving it.
He rolled his eyes, huffing and turning his head to face the door so he didn’t have to look at the empty side of the mattress — which had very quickly and swiftly become your side.
He could hear your voice down the hall, his heart rate picking up at the way it seemed to get closer by the second, anticipation humming through his veins. He peeled open his eyes, too warm and too snug to even contemplate moving because — fuck, what were you doing up at 7.41 on a Sunday morning?
You didn’t work on Sundays and he didn’t have a game: days like that were for lie-ins and breakfast in bed.
“Okay, thank you.” You rounded the corner, ending a phone call as you poked your head into the bedroom. Almost instantly, Elias felt himself perk up. His eyes opened wider and he raised a questioning brow as you wandered over to him in a pair of socks and your PJ’s and a hoodie, placing your phone on the bedside table, “Good morning.”
You took a seat on the edge of the bed, leaning a hand on the other side of the mattress so you could look at him properly.
He shook his head, not saying anything and you couldn’t help the furrow that seemed to fight its way between your brows at his reaction. He was on his back, the duvet pulled right up to his chin and not smiling but not quite frowning.
He wasn’t giving much away, and even though you knew it was meant to be perceived like that, meant to get you to ask a question, you still fell for it.
“No?” You asked, quirking a curious and mildly amused brow.
Elias usually wasn’t much of a talker in the mornings, at least not until he’d eaten and had a drink and a few minutes of quiet, so this silence wasn’t unusual. In fact you’d come to expect it in the last ten months.
He shook his head again, before patting the mattress next to him with an expectant gleam in his eye, his hand lifting the duvet up slightly.
“I can’t, I need to talk to you about something.”
His jaw clenched at your words and you had to look away briefly to stifle a smile behind your hand, and when you looked back at him there was something a little harder in his gaze, a recognition that your tone meant something more serious than protests for show instead of an excuse to touch the other even more (he’d drag you under the covers and pin you down for longer cuddles and you couldn’t say you didn’t enjoy it).
“We can talk. Just get in first, I’m cold.”
You eyed the duvet pointedly, clearly sceptical about his reasoning, but you’d found you had a rather difficult time of ever saying no to him, especially when it was something as soft as this. So you climbed over his gangly limbs, not bothered to shed your hoodie before sliding under the covers from where Elias had lifted them up for you, and you found yourself rather comfortably on your side facing him.
Except the second your eyes seemed to focus on him too close, you both breathed a laugh and backed off a little – but not too far. Still: close enough that you could feel just how much of his previous statement was a lie; he was practically radiating heat, and it barely took a matter of seconds before your chilly clothes were warming up.
He sighed, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, but before you could inquire as to the change of attitude, he beat you to it, “Now it’s a good morning.”
“Did Quinn get this treatment when you lived together?” You teased, unable to help the way your cheeks warmed – and not from a change in temperature.
Elias rolled his eyes, “He wishes he did.”
“Sure.”
“What did you want to talk about?” The smile seemed to slowly fade off his face as he changed the subject, eager to get it out of the way so he could put his conspiracy theories behind him.
You swallowed, feeling a little nervous, “I got a phone call from my parents this morning at about half-five–”
“You’ve been awake since half-five?” He echoed, a concerned urgency in his eyes as he clearly zeroes in on the more pronounced bags under your eyes.
Because of the adrenalin, you hadn’t initially felt the exhaustion of only getting four hours of sleep, but now the high had worn off and you were wrapped up in bed, you could begin to feel the telltale tingle of the need to sleep start to kick in.
You just nodded at his question, “And my mom’s sister got into a car accident, and she’s fine, but she’s broken, like, an ankle and an arm, so she can’t do everything by herself, and my parents are now in Levis looking after her, which meant if I got on a plane to Montreal there’d be no one there.” You snuck a glance at Elias out of the corner of his eye, wondering if he’d managed to catch onto where you were headed, but he remained pretty stoic – and you rather had the feeling it was to not get his hopes up, “And instead of changing my flight to Québec City, my mom suggested I stay in Vancouver for Christmas and that my parents would both fly down here for New Year’s instead, and by that time, my Auntie’s friend should be there to look after her.”
There was a fractional twitch to his eyebrow.
“I just wanted to run that idea past you–”
“Yes, please.”
You blinked.
Elias was smiling now, but actively making an effort to try not to smile too much by sucking on the inside of his cheeks, and the scene was just so odd that you couldn’t help laughing at him.
“You don’t even know what I–”
A toasty hand clamped over your mouth and you smiling into it, watching his eyes shut dramatically, “You don’t have to say anything for me to know what you were about to ask.”
He opened his eyes, removing his hand before you had the chance to lick his palm, “What was I going to ask?” You asked, pulling the duvet up higher from where his motions had dragged it down, the cold air now seeping back under your hoodie.
“You were going to ask if you could spend Christmas with me.” He shrugged, “And right now that just sounds like…” he sighed, “The best thing ever.”
At that admission, warmth seemed to seep into your bones and you pressed your face further into the pillow to hide the blush you were sure had just absolutely rampaged across your features. You didn’t think it was possible to have the tips of your ears burn after that simple statement from Elias.
“Just right now?” You murmured, watching the way he seemed to frown even with his eyes shut; the corners of his eyes crinkled in distaste and his mouth quirked downward, before he opened his eyes once more, seeing the teasing smirk on your face. At that, he seemed to relax.
“All the time.”
You swallowed nervously. Somehow Elias always had the ability to make you feel shy and render you speechless through his honest words. They always felt like a surprise; you’d be doing a load of washing and the last thing you’d be thinking about was what Elias thought of you in that moment, but he’d walk past and sing you compliments like he couldn’t help himself.
It made you feel like the luckiest person alive.
“Are you sure everyone else will be okay with me crashing Christmas?”
Elias blinked, “The guys love you and my family won’t stop asking about you. If anyone has an issue they can get the fuck out of my house.”
You couldn’t help rolling your eyes at that, even despite the smile tugging on your face as Elias rolled onto his back, an arm around your shoulders tugging you into him. Your eyes seemed to close of their own accord, almost burning because of how tired you were.
Elias seemed to notice, dropping a kiss to the top of your hair and threading his fingers through the strands, twirling gently, the repetitive motions soothing you deeper into the pull of sleep.
“I’m gonna stay here for a bit longer.” You mumbled into the soft cotton of his top, feeling him tug the duvet further up to tuck it under your chin with a tender care that made you smile.
He laughed softly to himself and you looked up at him, a little confused, “Stay forever.” He whispered jokingly.
You shook your head, unable to mirror the infectious cheesy grin on his face, “Geek.”
Whenever you sat him down for a mandatory film night (“You mean you haven’t watched ‘Notting Hill’?”), he always seemed to find opportunities to reference his favourite quotes, and you couldn’t quite figure out if that was because he enjoyed the film or if he was teasing your enthusiasm a little.
Either way, you weren’t really complaining.
He placed a palm on your head, encouraging you to put your head back down on his chest, “Nerd.”
You moved the arm curled under your chin to drape across his torso, using the leverage to hug him closer, but before you could even consider retaliating to his comment, the palm on the back of your head moved to cover your eyes. The warmth and added darkness seemed to elevate your fatigue even more.
“Best Christmas ever.” Elias mumbled, his chest rumbling as he spoke softly so as to not disturb you too much.
It hadn’t even crossed your mind it would be your first Christmas together.
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leo pettersson's great all-star adventure ― elias pettersson
note, the first of my all-star works because i'm slow so idk when the svech fic will be out but i'm working on it. also, this fic is part of the "home with the petterssons" series. check out this masterlist for more.
summary, leo pettersson has the time of his life at his first all-star game.
warnings, kids/children
word count, 1327 words
you and elias had been to all-star games before, but this one would be different. leo and alicia were coming along with you. leo was excited but alicia was still too young to understand, but she did understand she was going on vacation which was exciting.
brock volunteered to tag along on your trip, which you accepted. he got dragged from disneyworld to fla live arena with you. he even entertained both kids on the plane while you and elias took some alone time and crashed on the 3-hour plane ride.
"we really owe you for this one," you commented as you got alicia dressed for the skills competition day, and he got leo dressed.
elias had already left, so brock being there really helped, "i get to spend time with my favorite little petey's. that's all the reward i need."
"still, you could partying it up in aruba or something, and you decided to spend it with my children in florida. i appreciate it, we both do."
"you're my family." you both shared a smile.
when you arrived at the arena, many fans stopped to take pictures with brock, which you had expected, so you made your way down to the tunnel where the locker room was and where you knew elias would be.
"uncle bo!" leo jumped up and down when he saw bo horvat. he hesitated when he saw bo wearing an islanders logo.
"hi, buddy." bo bent down and greeted him, "how was disneyworld?"
"fun." leo then went on to tell bo every single detail of your trip from when brock accidentally ordered 10 bottles of water to when elias got on a ride without you all cause he thought you were following him.
"wow, sounds like you guys had fun. did aly have fun, too?"
"yeah, she got to ride all the kiddy rides, but i rode all the big kid rides." leo boasted.
"whoa, you're a big boy now." bo's eyes widened.
"why're you wearing that?" leo's nose scrunched.
"well, you see," bo looked up at you nervously, "i got traded."
"traded?" leo asked.
"yeah, the islanders." bo nodded.
leo frowned, "but you'll still come visit, right?"
"of course." bo nodded, the smile finding it's way back onto his face.
you hummed, "that was easier than i thought it would be."
"i'll see you guys out there. by aly." he ran a careful hand through alicia's hair before heading down the hallway.
you waited a little longer for elias to come out and luckily, players were coming out, and mitch marner came out and started talking to leo, distracting him.
he even signed a puck for leo, which leo clutched to his chest like a prized possession, "will you keep it safe for me, mama?"
"of course." you nodded, slipping it into your bag and showing him the spot so he knew it would be safe.
elias walked out in the retro canucks jersey and a canucks hat, "papa!" leo exclaimed, rushing over to his father.
"hi, leo." he greeted, bending down and picking up leo, "were you good for mama and uncle b?"
"i met mitch marner and he gave me a puck!"
"wow, really?"
"and i saw uncle bo."
"did you?"
"he got traded. did you know that?"
"i did, yeah." elias nodded, nervously.
"but he promised he would come and visit us." leo added.
elias nodded, "now, do you wanna sit in the stands with mama, aly and brock or do you want to stay with me down on the ice?"
"will i get to sit next to hughes?" leo asked.
you and elias laughed, "yeah, i'll see what i can do."
you found your seat very easily due to brock waving you down like a madman the moment he saw you. you sat down and your eyes darted around the ice, trying to find your son.
"he's over there." brock pointed to the bench where leo was sitting happily in between jack hughes and andrei svechnikov, elias standing in front of him, wearing a hockey helmet, pads, a jersey, and hockey pants.
"oh, dear," you muttered.
leo spotted you somehow in the crowd and waved to you like crazy. you laughed, waving back, and waving alicia's little hand back at him, which made him giggle.
"look who it is, aly." you looked down at her face, before looking back up at leo.
"leo!" she squealed.
while sitting over on the bench, leo got to meet tons of new players. he got to sit next to gunner and all hi favorite players, "papa." leo called out to his father.
elias skated over, "what?" elias smiled.
"i met sid and mackinnon." the smile on his face was so big, it warmed elias' heart.
"wow, that's so cool." elias' eyes widened as he listened to his son's recap of his day so far, "i'm so glad you're having fun." he leaned over the wall of the bench and kissed leo's head, both of the completely unaware of the various cameras on them, taking photos.
as the night dragged on, leo found himself on the ice, playing with few of the other kids, amongst them were little ovi, who stole the show, one of taresenko's kids and a few other kids.
leo watched excitedly, pausing his game with the other kids, to watch elias. elias got ready, taking his stick before skating up fast and shooting the puck.
he skated in a circle before checking his score. 100.8 mph. he looked over at leo, who gave him a big smile and a thumbs up. elias gave him a thumbs up back before getting into position for his second shot.
he skated up to the puck and shot it into the net. it took a second for the numbers to pop up, but when they did, a collective gasp could be heard around the arena.
103.2.
and he was hard to beat. the other guys went after him but missed him by only a little. once he was crowned king of the challenge, pk pulled him aside for a quick interview.
halfway through the interview, leo skated over and hugged his dad's leg. elias let out a laugh as he stumbled forward a bit, but continued what he was saying, "i just wanted to beat that today, so yeah, very happy with it." he ran a hand through leo's hair, glancing down at him.
pk smiled too, "last question, how do you shoot 103? what's your secret?" he asked.
"i lay all my weight into it, so yeah." elias smiled.
"all right, well it's a lot of weight. congratulations." elias nodded before pk turned back to face the camera, "elias pettersson, hardest shot." elias beamed happily as he bent down to pick up leo and hold him.
"what'd you think?" elias asked.
"so cool." leo answered enthusiastically.
the next day, you were seated in the stands, leo sitting inbetween you and brock while alicia sat on your lap for the all-star game tournament.
leo and alicia were both repping the retro canucks jerseys with their last names and their dad's number. as well as their number '40' beanies.
"from the vancouver canucks, elias pettersson!" leo stood up in his chair and clapped.
"that's papa!" leo hollered, jumping up in his seat.
"that's right." brock smiled.
the firt period was almost up. there were less than 3 minutes on the clock and puck was down on the other side of the ice. fiala shot it out and got it away from the net.
fiala got it, skating further away from the net and shooting it up to elias who was further up the ice. elias skated forward, then passed it to bo.
bo skated right up to the. net and looked like he was gonna shoot it. he, instead, passed it over to elias, who was by his side and shot it. leo started cheering while you and brock shared a sad look.
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Nervous (E. Pettersson)
Summary: A compilation of your and Elias' relationship, based on the title song by Maren Morris.
Author's Note: It's finally here!! This is for @antoineroussel's fic exchange, and I've had the honor of writing for @ya-pucking-nerd once again! I'm sorry this coming so late in the game, but I hope you enjoy this! I had so much fun writing this :))
Warnings: implied!female reader; mentions of puking, heart attacks, and seizures (but only in a general sense and like once); mostly proofread
Word Count: 5.6k
There were many moments in Elias’ life that he knew were the most nerve-wracking moments of his life. Some moments were the typical butterflies or nerves that came from doing something new for the first time, such as learning to ride a bike. Some moments were so monumental that there was no telling if he knew what was going on. There were some moments, on the other hand, where if he didn’t control himself, Elias would puke all over the place.
All these moments spread across the span of his entire life. However, when it came to you, he was having nerve-wracking moments just about every time he saw you.
How was it possible that one person turned Elias’ entire world upside down? It was truly love at first sight, and sometimes, Elias can’t tell if he’s the luckiest or the unluckiest man in the world because while he has you in his life, his stomach just never stops lurching, and his heart never stops beating erratically, and his face is never not as hot as an oven.
Plainly, you make Elias nervous, and there’s just nothing he can do about it.
. . .
The first moment Elias met you, your back was to him. He was at one of Brock's house parties at some random time in both the season and the year. Since buying a house over the summer, Brock was obsessed with throwing parties, and they were always fun to attend.
Normally, nothing extremely exciting happened. Elias would show up, make his rounds, eat some good food, have a couple of drinks, and call it a night. Most of the team and their significant others would be at these parties, so Elias often had someone to keep him company.
This one party, though, seemed to be the exact opposite of what he was used to. None of his go-to conversationalists were in attendance, and worse, Brock seemed to treat this party as a rave. The music was too loud, the drinks were warm, and the food was atrocious.
All Elias wanted was to enjoy himself for an hour or two and then go home, but the party just sucked, and he couldn't find Brock in order to say goodbye.
Just when Elias thinks he's found his blonde friend, his entire world stops when he sees the back of your head. He's captivated by the way you're wearing your hair and just how it seems to complement the color of your outfit and the curves of your body. It's captivating, magical, and world-stopping.
It's as if there's a spotlight on you.
Like a genius, Elias just stands there, wondering how he got so lucky for an angel to fall from heaven right in front of him (he probably can't use that line on you, right?).
His heart is beating erratically. Was he having a heart attack? Was he going into cardiac arrest? Was he having a stroke? Was this a seizure? All Elias knew was that he should be checked into the Mayo Clinic for how fast his heart was beating. This couldn't be normal, could it?
In an attempt to assuage the erratic beating in his chest, Elias looks down at the ground and rubs his hand over his chest. That seems to slow down his heartbeat enough that he looks back at you, and suddenly, his heart starts acting up again.
Maybe he should just walk up to you and talk to you. What's the worse that could happen, right?
Slowly, Elias makes his way toward you. He's overthinking absolutely everything. What happens if you don't like him? What if he can't get any words out? Would you shame him for the reaction you're giving him?
His stomach drops when he sees Brock walk up to you and give you a friendly hug (note: friendly). Elias was suddenly seeing green. Of course, Brock managed to do what he wanted to do. Would you even notice him when Brock was right there?
For some reason, Elias doesn't stop walking, and within seconds, he's standing right next to his best friend.
The glistening smile that you send Elias shocks him to his core. How is it possible that you were so beautiful and friends with Brock? Neither of them was worthy to be in your presence, yet you were talking to Brock as if you two were old friends.
"Petey!" a drunk Brock yells, pulling his friend into an embrace.
"Petey?" you repeat, a questioning tone in your voice. "Is that a nickname?"
Elias has gone mute. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. All the neurons in his system have no more electrical signals, and his cerebrum is no longer working. Despite Elias' lack of response, you don't seem deterred. You continue smiling brightly and give him a reassuring look.
"This is Elias," Brock fills in, right before repeating your name for Elias. "A teammate."
"Ah, a hockey player."
Elias hopes his job isn't a problem. If it is a problem, Elias will quit hockey and get a corporate, nine-to-five job. At this point, he would do absolutely anything for you.
"Yeah," Brock replies, too drunk to say anything else, really "Anyway, I have to go greet some more guests, but you two talk and get to know each other. Elias, make sure you actually talk."
Elias can't help but roll his eyes at that, but his face still goes crimson red. He spares you a small glance, and he knows you've noticed his demeanor. Great, that must be what turns you off from him.
It appears it doesn't, though. You send him an amusing smile and take a sip of your drink.
"Hi," you say, a cheeky smile adorning your face.
"Hi" is all Elias manages to get out. He doesn't say anything else, but you can tell he wants to, so you take his hand in yours and lead Elias to some empty chairs towards the far end of Brock's backyard. Maybe some space from the rest of the crowd will help Elias open up to you.
The moment you take Elias' hand in yours, he knows he'll follow you to the ends of the earth.
Maybe he actually would be able to if he got over his nerves and talked to you.
. . .
Despite your first meeting going disastrously, you still seemed to try to want to know Elias, much to his surprise.
It was another one of Brock’s parties, but it was much smaller and only for his teammates and their families and a few close friends. The majority of the guests were seated on lawn chairs around Brock’s outdoor firepit. You were helping a few of the children make their way out to their parents when you notice that there was an empty seat next to Elias. Hoping that this might be the chance where Elias will open up to you, you walk over to him and the seat.
“Is this seat taken?” you ask.
“No,” he shakes his head. Even in the dim light of the fire, you can see the blush overcoming his face.
The smile that overcomes your face when you hear his voice is indescribable. His accent was cute, and it was decided right then and there that his voice would be the one you compare everyone’s voices to.
“Thanks,” you murmur, taking the seat. “How are you tonight?”
“Fine,” he grunts out. Confused by his tone, you turn to Elias. At that exact moment, Brock opts to turn on the backlights, so the entire backyard is illuminated in light. That’s when you see how red Elias’ face is. You’re sure that if you lean your head close to his, more warmth would emit from his face than the fire just a few feet in front of you.
“I’m doing well; thanks for asking,” you tease, nudging him with your elbow playfully.
“Shit,” he murmurs under his breath, and the warmth that exudes his body is enough to overheat your body. “How do you know Brock?”
He asks as if he doesn’t know exactly how you two know each other, as if he didn’t interrogate his friend the day after meeting you, as if he didn’t already stalk your Instagram four(ty) times.
“We grew up together,” you begin. “I moved out here last year for work, and Brock’s been trying to help me make new friends.”
Elias nods and doesn’t say anything. He can’t look at you. If he looks at you, you’ll likely be able to see just how much he wants to hold you. You’ll be able to see the longing in his eyes.
Out of the corner of his eye, Elias sees you give him a small smile before turning your head to face out toward the fire and everyone else. You have a content smile on your face; it’s as if you know. It’s as if you know that his lack of communication and terse replies aren't because he doesn’t like you but because you drive him insane, crazy, mad. He’s unable to adhere to appropriate societal norms around you, but with that smile, it’s as if you know that it’s not because of you but because of him. He wants to get out of his head and talk your ear off, but you just sitting there is enough to short-wire every part of his body.
You make him so, so incredibly nervous.
Leaning over, you whisper in his ear, “if you’re up to it, I’d love to be your friend.”
Elias turns his head towards you, slightly, and gives you a soft smile. “Yeah.”
“We’ll go on your terms,” you continue, briefly kissing his cheek before resting back in your chair.
His terms? It was going to be a long fucking ride then.
. . .
Elias finally managed to ask you out at brunch one afternoon. One of the boys was trying to implement a once-weekly brunch with a small group of people, and because they know how you make Elias feel, they included you in the list. While the invitation was to help out Elias, it was also to get more teasing and blackmail info on Elias.
You were seated right next to Elias as it was the only empty seat left by the time you got there (the other empty seat had everyone’s jackets). The minute you sat down, Elias’s body went warm from the feeling of your body wedged up against him. It was a tight restaurant, and it took everything in Elias not to spasm from the contact.
Once everyone has placed their orders and the small pleasantries amongst everyone have passed, smaller conversations overtake the table, and you and Elias are the only two sitting there not engaged in conversation. You can’t help but wonder if that was purposeful.
After taking more than acceptable sips of your drink in order to ease the awkwardness, you figure you’ll make the first move.
“How’ve you been?” you ask, nudging Elias in the arm with your elbow. At the immediate contact with your elbow, Elias’s entire body stiffens. Despite knowing that it’s not because of you necessarily, it still hurt a little bit. You quickly make yourself as compact as possible with no parts of your body touching Elias. You’re staring down at your lap, so you don’t see Elias’ slight frown.
“I’m sorry,” you murmur.
“Nothing to apologize for,” he replies, his hand itching to touch yours.
“You sure?”
“Yeah.” His pinky finger slightly prods your thigh, and you can’t help the smile that overcomes your face. “I’ve been good, by the way.”
“Good,” you continue, your brain is the one to short-circuit this time from his touch. “I’ve been good, too.”
“Glad to hear,” Elias answers. You can hear the smile on his face, so you look up, and you’re met with his piercing blue eyes. That’s enough to send shooting heat through your body.
Blinking rapidly, you whip your head away from his face from how overwhelming his eyes are. You take a sip of your ice water, but to no one’s surprise, it’s not enough to calm the heat radiating through your body.
Elias nudges you. “Hey.”
“Hi,” you say, leaning into his warmth. What was this guy doing to you?
“Do you want to go out with me?” he asks, leaning down, a nervous look on his face.
You can’t help the wide smile that overcomes your face. “It’s about time you asked.”
“So, yes?”
“Yeah,” you murmur, intertwining your hand in his.
. . .
It’d been six weeks since your first date with Elias, but he still seemed tense whenever you were around.
Currently, you were sitting on his couch as he’s invited you over for a movie night. What you thought would be cuddling into Elias’s side, underneath a blanket, with Elias’ warmth surrounding you ended up being you and Elias sitting at opposite ends of his very expensive couch. Every time you shifted closer to him, he’d make an excuse to get up so that he could get as far from you as possible.
Most of the dates that you and Elias have gone on have gone well. He was still relatively tense and stiff, but you felt that you were making progress with him. This current situation, however, is proving how wrong you were.
“Is there anything I can get for you?” Elias asks at the end of the first movie.
“Just some more water?” you request, softly. What you really want is the witty and sarcastic but compassionate Elias that you’ve been getting to know these past few weeks.
“Sure,” he answers, sending you a soft smile.
When he returns with your water, he places it on the coffee table, right in front of you, and sits in his spot on the other side of the couch. You sigh.
“Is everything okay?” he questions, eyebrows knitted in confusion.
“Yeah, but you know you’re allowed to sit next to me, right?”
“I am?” he asks, confused.
You can’t help but laugh. “Of course, you’re allowed to sit next to me. I mean, this is a date, right?”
“Right,” Elias confirms, nodding his head briefly. “I’m sorry; I’m not very good at this.”
“At what?”
“Dating. Having someone as pretty as you be interested in me, and you make me really fucking nervous,” Elias explains. “My entire body lights on fire, and it’s like every muscle in my body is stiff.”
“Yeah, I figured that, ‘Lias,” you say through a snort.
A small smile overcomes his face at the small nickname you’ve given him. No one really calls him that, and now, he really wants you to constantly call him that, so long as he hasn’t messed things up with you.
“What do you mean?”
“Every time I go near you, you grow like another inch from how far you’ve straightened and tensed up,” you tell him. “Your face goes as red as a tomato. It’s kind of obvious, babe.”
“Babe.”
A comical smirk overcomes your features. “Babe. Do you like that?”
He nods, almost like a robot. “Very much.”
“Then, will you let me sit next to you?”
His nod is slight, but you see it, so as happy as a five-year-old on their birthday, you go to Elias’ side and let yourself feel his warmth along the side of your body.
“Well, that’s not quite close enough,” Elias murmurs. Before you’re able to ask for clarification, Elias hooks one arm underneath your thighs and another behind your back before he’s lifting you onto his lap. He adjusts himself so that you can rest comfortably on his lap. “Is this okay?”
“More than okay,” you whisper, your voice tickling his throat from where you’re resting along his chest.
“I thought maybe I was being too forward.”
You shake your head. “Don’t worry. I liked it. You know, you really confuse me.”
“How?”
“One moment you’re all ice-cold and tense, and the next you’re pulling me into your lap and holding me as if your life depends on it.”
“Well, maybe it does,” Elias remarks, tightening his hold on you. “I’m not good at this, but I really like you, so will you let me figure out how to do this?”
You nod, giving Elias a small kiss on the pulse point of his neck. “I’m not giving up on you, ‘Lias, because I really like you.”
With a blissful smile on his face and cheeks as red as wine, he leans his head against the wall behind his couch and closes his eyes. “I’m not giving up on you, either.”
And with that, Elias’ cold exterior was ripped open, and he let you in, and it was the best feeling possible.
. . .
There was no pronouncement of you and Elias officially calling each other boyfriend/girlfriend. It just fell into place. It was a seamless transition, and there was nothing you were more sure about.
As the holidays crept closer and closer, you began to decorate your apartment with little holiday and winter decorations. By the time your place was all decked out, you decided to start decorating Elias’ apartment. He was such a guy, and the only decorations he had were the ones his mother bought and placed for him or the two picture frames you gave him of the two of you for his birthday.
When you asked him about holiday decorations, he just shrugged and mentioned he didn’t have any, so you planned an excursion.
On one of his days off, you took (more like dragged) Elias to Vancouver’s iconic Christmas market. It was cold, really cold; especially with it being on the water, the wind was bitter. Your hands were cold even with gloves on, and your ears were red despite wearing a hat.
“Is your head not cold?” you ask Elias as you’re both standing in line to look at one of the artisan’s booths. You couldn’t help but notice that his hat wasn’t sitting on his head very well.
“I guess a little bit,” he mentions. “Why’d you ask?”
“Your hat doesn’t look all that warm,” you point out.
“It works.”
“I don’t think so. Bend down?”
Without a second of hesitation, Elias bends his neck so that his head is at a better angle for you. Delicately, you reach your hands up and pull the hat further down his head; it’s covering his ears and lower head much more now.
“I think this will feel better,” you say once you’ve finished. You lean into his side and bring your gloved hands up to your mouth to blow warm air on them. As you’re focusing on warming up your hands, you don’t notice Elias meticulously watching you. He wants to make a move to warm you up, but then it’s your turn to look at the goods that he waits until afterward.
Roughly twenty minutes later, you’re placing your wallet back into your purse, and Elias is getting a solid grip on the bag of the mini-winter village you just purchased. Part of it would go in Elias’ apartment, and the other half would sit in yours. He grumbled the entire time you were picking out the people and buildings, but as he always does and always will, he relented when you gave him a smile and a small, pleading “please, ‘Lias?”
“Hot chocolate, now?” you ask after a few minutes of walking when none of the other shops interest you.
“Yeah,” Elias replies. What he does next surprises you.
He takes your right hand (as he’s on your right) and intertwines his fingers with yours. He then proceeds to place your intertwined hands into his pocket. The gesture makes you flustered and silly. No one’s ever done something like that to you before, and despite being in public, the intimate act is enough to send your internal fires blazing. Who knew this man could be so romantic?
“Is this okay?” Elias asks once you’re both in line for hot chocolate. As he made the move moments prior, Elias’ heart was racing through his skin. While he felt extremely comfortable with you, his heart would still constantly race. He didn’t know if one wrong move would ruin everything. Because the relationship was still relatively new, he didn’t want to do anything that could jeopardize it because, ultimately, Elias couldn’t lose you. Losing you would be quite literally the end of his world.
“More than okay,” you whisper, leaning into his side.
Those three words weren’t the “big” three words, but to him, it was the equivalent. Elias loved you, and when he got the courage to tell you, he would. But for now, he’ll sit in the comfort that he found someone who he loved more than anyone and anything. He finally understands what it means to love someone to the moon and back.
. . .
There was a beating in his ears; it sounded like drums. It was a freaking rock concert, that was how fast his heart was beating. He thought he knew what being nervous was, but nothing comes close to the nerves he was feeling right now.
What if you said no? What if he was reading the signals wrong? What if the hints he thought you were dropping weren’t really hints? What if you weren’t ready for what he was ready for? The nerves were leaving his inhibitions exposed. What if—
His thoughts are interrupted when he hears you step out of your shared bedroom. You were stunning, as per usual, but you were gorgeous tonight. Maybe it was the love and emotion he was feeling that illuminated you further tonight.
Tonight, everything would change. It would be one of the best nights of his life or his biggest heartbreak.
“Ready to go?” you ask as you slip on your jacket and adjust your heels. “You look really nice.”
“Thank you,” he replies, his smile terse. You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion at his tone but chalk it up to him being his usual, normal self. Despite being together for almost three years, Elias still had his bouts of terse-ness and acting up-tight with you. You didn’t mind; it was cute and endearing and it only made you love him more. “You look beautiful.”
In response, you smile and kiss his cheek. You lace your fingers in his and pull him, gently, out of your apartment and towards his car.
You don’t notice him frantically patting the right side of his sports coat, in confirmation that he had something.
By the time you and Elias reached the restaurant, Elias was a ball of nerves. His armpits were sweating, and thank goodness he was wearing gloves because his palms were so incredibly sweaty. With one look at you, though, Elias knew that everything would make sense. Everything would work out the way it was supposed to. Either way, he would manage.
There was a relatively small crowd outside the restaurant with an even bigger crowd inside in the waiting area. Restaurants on Cambie, always busy.
“I’ll go in first and confirm our reservation,” Elias tells you. “I’ll call you if they’re ready to seat us right away.”
“Okay,” you murmur, shoving your gloved hands deep into your pockets as a bitterly cold wind sweeps past you. Elias gives your forehead a small kiss and makes his way inside. When he feels how warm it is, he instantly wishes you were there, too; he could tell that you were cold.
“I’m sorry; we can’t seat you right now,” the hostess tells Elias when he gives his name and shows them the confirmation email.
“Even though I have a reservation?” Elias asks, his entire body throbbing with stress and nerves.
“We’re extra booked. Maybe you can reschedule? We’ll comp half your meal; I’m sorry for the inconvenience.”
“It’s fine,” Elias mumbles and heads out to find you. When he sees you, Elias can’t help but feel like the night is ruined.
“Do we have to wait long?” you ask, a smile on your face despite how cold you were.
“They’re extra booked and can’t give us a table,” Elias explains. “They’re not going to be able to seat us tonight.”
“Oh,” you answer, your voice slightly faltering. “We can always have a date night at home.”
“Yeah,” Elias mumbles. His plan was all but ruined now. He pulls you into his chest. “Come here.”
Instead of wrapping your arms around his body, you bunch your arms on his chest as Elias takes the open parts of the jacket and wraps them around you.
“Ouch!” you say, reeling back a little bit. “Why do you have this hard thing on your stomach? Did you get hurt?”
He’s confused for a moment, but then he realizes what it is.
The ring box.
“Oh, it’s fine; don’t worry about it,” he quickly rushes out. He wasn’t going to ruin this for you, too (not that the restaurant thing was his fault). This part of the plan still had to work.
“No, no, it could be serious! What if it’s like a hernia or an edema or like a growth?” You immediately begin patting around his clothed abdomen and try to figure out what the issue was. “‘Lias, I’m not going to let you pretend you don’t possibly have a serious injury so that you can still play hockey.”
“It’s not an injury,” Elias barely gets out because just as he tries to convince you he’s fine, you’re pulling the velvet box out of his pocket.
“Oh,” you say, your voice shaky with shock and confusion.
“Open it,” Elias requests, and you do. You open it, and a ring is sitting inside; a ring that is exactly like the one you’ve always imagined having.
“‘Lias.”
“I was going to propose inside the restaurant, but clearly, that’s not happening, so no time like the present, right?” Elias takes the box out of your hand and gets down on one knee. The conversations around you two stop as everyone stares and contains their excitement.
“Everyone says to marry the person who feels like your closest friend, and while you’re that, that’s not why I want to marry you. I want to marry you because I love you. I want to marry you because there’s the whole part of me that went undiscovered until I met you. I want to marry you because you make me out of control. Every emotion I’ve ever had has been taken through the ceiling since I met you, and I never want to experience what life could be like without you in it, so I’m asking you, will you marry me?”
Nerves course through his body as he waits for your answer.
One moment you’re standing there, your eyes wide, and Elias is looking directly into your soul, and the next moment, you’re jumping into his arms, screaming with delight, and just like that, the final puzzle piece in his life made sense.
“I take it as a yes?”
“Yes, yes, yes, a million times yes!”
A wide smile overtakes his face; he stands up, holding you tightly, and you wrap your arms tighter around his body. You nuzzle your face into his neck as the crowd around you two erupt in cheers.
It all fell together and made sense. Finally.
. . .
He wasn’t sure why he was so scared to ask you this. Like, he already asked you the hard question. He already asked you to marry him, so asking you what question you wanted your first dance song to be shouldn’t be freaking him out.
Planning the wedding was fun; it was exciting. He loved doing every part of it from the venue to the flowers to designing the invitations. The first dance, though. That was one of the most intimate parts of the day, and Elias wanted it to be perfect. Naturally, Elias was nervous.
Then again, everything to do with you made him nervous.
“Hey,” Elias says one night, nudging you softly.
“Hi,” you say, not quite looking up from your phone.
“What were you thinking about our first dance song being?” he asks, nerves shaking his body. He starts rambling immediately. “We can go cliche with Vanessa Carlton or Ed Sheeran or Dan and Shay or we could go completely unique and do Bach or Tchaikovsky or—”
“How about Forever to Go by Chase Rich?” you suggest, your face breaking out in a wide smile.
“I’ve never heard it before; can we listen to it?”
You immediately squeal in excitement and pull the song up on your phone and play it. Even though he’s never heard the song before, Elias knows that it’ll be the first song dance because you requested it.
He’d do anything you asked.
The first opening notes began to play, and Elias can’t help but feel like it was perfect for the two of you. It started like your and Elias’ love story, and he could picture you and him dancing to that song.
It was perfect. “That one.”
In line with the song, he loves you more than yesterday, and he can’t wait to grow in love with you.
. . .
When the final person in your bridal party walked down the aisle, Elias’ eyes went to the ground. This was what you and Elias were calling your hybrid-first look.
You were going to do a first look, but you ended up arriving at the venue late because of traffic, so in order to stick to the time schedule, you and Elias decided to forgo the first look. Instead, Elias said that he’ll keep his head down until you were situated at the base of the aisle. When you were ready, you’d nod at the minister, and they’d gesture for Elias to look up. There it is—the first look.
While his head was only down for a few seconds, it felt like forever. Truly, all today was about was a big party and signing papers. Elias wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, and frankly, for him, his forever with you started years ago. He didn’t need the government to recognize it, but you wanted all of that, so Elias went through with it.
Also, refusing to get the government involved seemed like the best option considering how nervous he got just falling asleep next to you.
That’s to say, he was nervous. He was freaking out, and his breaths were short. He was so. Hot. Like, ridiculously hot. What if his hands were too sweaty and he couldn’t slip the ring onto your finger? What if his hands were too sweaty and the ring you slipped onto his finger fell off? What if he couldn’t read his vows because the sweat on his hands made the inky smudge? Was he smelly? What if the sweat from his feet makes him fall down when you’re walking down at the end?
Thankfully, his thoughts were abruptly stopped when the minister taps Elias on the shoulder. With a deep breath, he looks up, and he sees you standing at the start of the aisle with a smile on your face. You’re looking directly at him, and he can see that you’re nervous, too.
Good, because he’s so nervous.
When the Wedding March begins to play, you and the person you asked to walk you down the aisle begin to walk.
You look so stunning in your dress. It fit you so well, and it looked like you; you looked comfortable and relaxed despite how nervous he knew you were.
How in the world did he get so lucky to have you in his life?
Once you reach Elias and the minister, you give your escort a hug before making your way to Elias. He takes two strides toward you and pulls you in for a tight hug.
“I’m so nervous,” you whisper, “and I have no idea why.”
“Same, you have no idea how sweaty I am”
“We’ll just be sweaty messes together; how about that?”
Elias snorts. “Yeah, that’s good. That sounds good.”
It was forever with you; it always was going to be forever with you.
. . .
It was another one of Brock’s parties, not like the one where you and Elias first met. It was a more mellow party. Everyone was sitting on lawn chairs or picnic blankets and having soft conversations with each other.
You and Elias are sitting on separate lawn chairs, but the chairs are as close as possible to each other. Elias’ arm is hanging over the armrests with his hand in your lap, intertwined with you.
It was always a joke amongst the teammates and friends that you and Elias were inseparable. He was always by your side, and if you had to go somewhere on your own (say, the washroom), he’d be pouty until you returned. He was pretty mellow and unbearable on road trips because you weren’t there.
It’s been three years since you and Elias got married, and it’s been six years since that first party where you met Elias.
He measures his life before you and after you. Before he met you, Elias was living his life and going through the motion, and sure, he enjoyed life, but he wasn’t really living life. His life truly began when he met you and got to start living his life with you and being by your side.
That’s when his life truly began.
You were when his life truly began.
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here comes your man
elias pettersson x director!fem!reader
great loves come around only once in a lifetime, and if you’re lucky enough they come back
word count: 3.6k
warnings: cursing, light allusion to sexual activity, alcohol consumption
a/n: this is my piece for @selfindulgentpoorlywritten in @antoineroussel’s winter fic exchange!! i hope you like it andi, i had a blast creating this angsty little world that eventually gets wrapped up with a hopeful little bow 🤍 as always, a million hugs and kisses go out to demi for organizing another majorly successful event!!!! props to @matthewtkachuk i guess for proofreading 0.5 seconds before i posted (love u b xx)
⭑⭒⭑
He’s impossible to forget, no matter how much you want to.
Elias Pettersson was the love of your life from the moment you laid eyes on him. It was a normal day, filled with redoing shots and redoing their blocking over and over because athletes are notoriously horrible listeners, until he came in and rocked your world as soon as he stepped in front of the camera to introduce herself. All kind eyes and confident smirks, Elias shook your hand and invited you to get drinks after finishing up so the pair of you could get to know each other better, seeing as you’ll also be following up north in a few weeks to shoot another promotional piece. The night had ended well into the morning, and you were inseparable from that moment on. Everyone around you was pleasantly surprised, knowing how much it took for you to let people in, but something about Elias just made you feel safe.
Things progressed quickly, but naturally, and eventually you moved in with him because his salary allowed for a much more prolific and comfortable lifestyle. You fit together naturally, like two sides of the same coin, and you loved him with every fibre of your being. Elias reciprocated, protecting you fiercely from overbearing Canucks fans and doing everything he could to show just how much he cared. Moments where hockey didn’t take precedence were rare, but he made them so special every single one was impossible to forget. Brock and Nils did their best to keep teasing from the team and other family members to a minimum but neither of you minded much — you were so in sync and had each other to get through whatever was going to get thrown at you.
Everything changed after the Canucks failed to make the playoffs for three consecutive years, though you understood why to a point. While the situation had been hard on you, watching him dissolve into a frustrated mess, it was excruciating on Elias — after all, he was the face of a rapidly sinking franchise. You did all you could to support him through the ups and down, taking time off work when he needed extra care and making sure he didn’t do anything that could cause too much stress and decrease the value of his sparse point production. Elias wasn’t shy about letting you know much he wanted to be back on top, picking fights when you would return from all-day shoots and giving you the cold shoulder for days when he returned from lost road trips. Despite his pain and hostility, you thought the pair of you were working through the issues, and you had been waiting for the perfect time to do the conventional and pop the question to your love.
The plan disintegrated after Elias left, crumbled like dust in the wind. You had been away on a promotional shoot with the rest of the team to hopefully quell discontented fans, with only him and a handful of Canucks staying in Vancouver to focus on recovering fully from their injuries before scattering to every corner of the world. No one had alerted you to his strange behavior, his recession into himself — whether it had been intentional or not you’re still not sure. When you entered the condo upon your return to the city there was nothing but silence and darkness instead of Elias’s laughter and excitement bouncing off the walls. He didn’t leave a note — just packed a bag and left. You tried to call him, but the number was out of service, and no one in his family responded to your panicked messages in haphazard Swedish. Elias’s close friends in Vancouver provided no details, and you were forced to live in a paid-off unit that used to belong to the one solid person in your life but now belongs to you. You assume he came back to the city at the start of the season, but you begged for a transfer to another department and no longer work on the sports media side of the firm, so you’ve got no way to be sure since you vowed to never engage in hockey again.
Time certainly hasn’t made it easier, despite your friends endearing statistics to prove the common saying, and you spend hours every day reliving what you once had. He’s everywhere — travel mug in your office from when he used to slip away from training to eat lunch with you and the commercials you did with him over the years replaying on television so you can never escape him and the love you’ve lost. He’s still in the apartment you once shared, trinkets and books and clothes left for you to pack up and donate. Elias Pettersson made it difficult for you to move on, no matter how desperately you want to.
⭒⭑⭒
“I call dibs on the left side!” Elias shouts, pushing past you and running full speed into the hotel room. It’s All-Star Weekend, and you’ve joined your boyfriend in sunny Southern California, ready to soak up some rays when not inside the chilly arena. You needed a break from work after months of near constant shoots, and Elias was all too willing to enjoy more time by your side, even if he technically had a job to do.
You frown, upset with him for picking the side you always sleep on. “But I always sleep on the left,” you whine, before realizing you sound like a child. Instead, you square your shoulders and enter the room while doing the best you can do pretend like it doesn’t bother you.
Elias laughs when he sees you, bright and bubbly in stark contrast to your broodiness. “Oh baby,” he coos, closing the distance between your bodies and wrapping his toned arms around your waist, “I just want to be able to protect you, stay between you and the door. These young guys are like dogs and I don’t trust them.”
His concern is endearing, and you’ve never been great at staying angry with Elias. Any and all negative emotions vanish the moment he kisses you. It’s tender, loving, but with a gentle buzz of electricity humming underneath to let you know her his intentions. You’d risk your life a thousand times over if it meant you got to kiss Elias whenever you wanted.
“Okay,” you sigh breathily when he finally pulls away, breathless and moving to deadbolt the door, as if preparing for a night with no distractions whatsoever.
“Okay?”
You look at him confused, as if he couldn’t have possibly forgotten what made you upset in the first place. “You can sleep on the left side of the bed, but only if I get to be the big spoon while we watch our show.”
Elias smiles. “That’s my girl.”
⭑⭒⭑
You’d do anything to have him call dibs on part of the room right now.
Instead, you open your hotel room door to find two double beds placed a perfect distance apart. You’re bunking with Emily, your new assistant, and while she’s friendly enough and the two of you get along well, she’s not the one you want to be sharing a hotel room with in Wisconsin in the middle of January. She isn’t the one you want to brush your teeth with and make small talk about the upcoming shoot with.
There’s no real reason for you to slam your duffel on the floor beside the bed left to you, but you do. Elias isn’t here, isn’t coming back, and you need to get the fuck over yourself. Knowing doesn’t make it any easier, and when you face plant into the stiff mattress and let out a gravelly scream Emily gets incredibly concerned. She’s noticed you’ve been off since arriving at the hotel — it wouldn’t take anyone remotely close to you to realize something’s got you down in a major way.
“What’s the matter?” she asks tentatively, worried her words might set you off further. “The idiots we’re going to film over the next couple of days stressing you out?”
Emily doesn’t see you roll your eyes because they’re tucked so close to the blanket it’s suffocating, but you can’t help it. Of course she’d think your issue was the job you both came here to do — she didn’t know Elias besides him being a superstar athlete or the fact you once loved him so much it made it difficult to breathe when he was around. You remind yourself it isn’t her fault and manage to muster up a response.
“It’s nothing, I swear. Sorry for making you think there was an issue, especially about the shoot. I’m excited to do it.”
There’s no way she bought the lousy excuse, but Emily is also smart enough to leave well enough alone. If she hears you sobbing in the shower she doesn’t mention it. When you eventually step out of the bathroom and walk towards the left bed Emily gave you without a fight, you can’t help but notice she doesn’t watch television to unwind. Instead, she’s set up a puzzle on the small coffee table in the room and is working in complete silence. It was something you did with Elias as a sort of grounding exercise, to distract you both from the horrors of the real world, and you’re confused why it isn’t common practice.. The silence in the room suddenly makes your ears ring and you cover them in an attempt to block out the pain and loneliness the sound represents because Elias isn’t ever going to pressure you into watching some fishing show ever again.
She isn’t clueless and refuses to believe there isn’t something seriously wrong with you when you refuse to even look in her direction. “Okay, what the hell is going on? If you don’t want to room with me just say so. They’re other crew members I can stay with, and they’ll probably be much nicer than you.”
“No,” you sigh, so exhausted by the weight of your emotions, “I don’t have an issue with bunking with you. This is just the first time I’ve had to stay in a hotel since breaking up with my boyfriend, and we spent a lot of time together in rooms pretty much identical to this one over the years. I guess I’m struggling more than I thought.”
Emily nods like she understands, and while you don’t think she really gets the gravity of your confession, it’s nice to know someone is there for you. When she asks about him and what he was like you laugh — how do you encompass Elias Pettersson into a single sentence? The task seems impossible but Emily is patient, letting you talk as much as you want. Once the words run out and you’ve cried enough tears to fill a swimming pool the two of you turn out the lights and try to sleep. There’s still an Elias sized hole in your soul, but having someone not skirt around her in conversation because they’re afraid to see your face fall is refreshing.
⭒⭑⭒
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
You close your mouth, open it, and close it again, but no sound comes out. Elias is standing on the doorstep in a sharp all-black suit, red pocket square contrasting the darkness and knocking the breath out of your lungs. He had insisted on getting ready for your firm’s yearly charity gala separately, to ‘keep the mystery alive’, and you’re glad he left early this afternoon to get ready at Brock’s. If he hadn’t, neither of you would have made it to the event
“Shut up,” you grumble, pulling him inside and kissing him with the fire of a thousand suns. “You look like a classical sculpture.”
Elias giggles, runs a hand through his hair to tousle it to perfection, and reconnects your lips. “Me? This old thing? You’re the real smokeshow here, baby.”
The deep green long-sleeve dress you found in the back of your closest pales in comparison to what he’s wearing, but the way Elias is eyeing you makes it seem as though you’re wearing a tiara gifted personally by the Queen. A warmth creeps up the back of your neck and wraps around to your cheeks, fueling the fire for Elias to continue to marvel at you.
“Come on, you,” you sigh, looping an arm around Elias’s waist and leading him out the door. “We were supposed to pick up my boss nearly fifteen minutes ago.”
He doesn’t speak, knows you’re right, and follows you willingly. Elas does the driving, always has, and when he opens up your door he steals another quick kiss. Your laughter bounces off the roof of the car the entire way to the next destination.
⭑⭒⭑
The knock doesn’t belong to Elias. There’s no plan for him to accompany you to the gala this year. Hell, you don’t even know if he’s in the country. The Canucks schedule no longer takes up space in your mind given the split, and you don’t really even know if it’s technically hockey season anymore. You know all that, and yet you can’t stop yourself from hoping Elias will be on the other side of the door when you open it. He isn’t — it’s your friend James, looking incredibly dapper in a tuxedo that must be from his high school prom but somehow still fits. A corsage rests gingerly in his hand, and you could cry at the sight of it. The small bouquet is made of lilies and baby’s breath, known by everyone as Elias’s favourite flowers because they remind him of home.
“I thought you might want a piece of him with you tonight, even though it hurts a lot,” he says tenderly, and slips it onto your wrist. Tears well in your eyes, but they’re mostly the happy kind. Of course you wanted Elias with you, in any capacity you could get though your romance has long since gone cold, and the fact James didn’t hesitate to make it happen makes you cherish him more. Before his hand can leave yours you raise them both towards your face, placing a chaste kiss to the back of his in thanks.
He’s patient as you lock up and opens the car door for you like a true gentleman. Though you adore James Taylor and would probably follow him to war if he asked, he isn’t the person you want beside you. Your heart and soul yearns for Elias in a way no one else will ever understand. It’s sort of ridiculous that you’re still hoping because there’s been no contact for nearly ten months, but you’re a hopeless romantic at heart and want him to come back so badly. James doesn’t pretend to share your pain, which you’re incredibly thankful for, and is the only person in your life who isn’t pressuring you to get past the monumental loss that was Elias leaving.
“I miss him so much,” you sigh when the car stops at a red light.
There’s a beat of silence before he responds, as if he’s letting you feel just how much you miss your long-lost love at this very moment. “I know, kiddo. I know.” When you turn to face him, James offers a smile and turns the radio up a little louder. It takes a moment for the sound to reach your ears, but when it does you begin to cry again.
Through the crackling speakers of the old truck is the song you and Elias shared your first kiss to. It had happened on the make-shift dance floor of the wrap party for the third shoot the pair of you collaborated on , in front of everyone, but it had been absolutely perfect. You still remember the cheering from Quinn and a couple other teammates he brought along, and your friends’ fond smiles because they were relieved you finally let your guard down enough to love somebody. Time eclipses you, and you’re thrown back to that night for the rest of the song. You’re a little shaken up when the car jerks into park at the event space, and James gives you a moment to compose yourself before he leads you inside and stays close the rest of the night, always there to cheer you up when the loneliness begins to hover a little too close.
⭒⭑⭒
The years pass, torturously slow at first but then at a rapid-fire pace, and the pain of losing Elias turns into a dull ache that only flares occasionally. A passion project that started in your living room turned you away from sports related content and into the world of the silver screen, relocating you to Los Angeles and into one of the most in-demand directors for action movies that manage to still pack a gut-wrenching punch. Rarely do you have a spare moment to think these days, and almost never do you let the thoughts drift to your ex-boyfriend.
It’s been nearly five years since he walked out, smashed your life to smithereens without a second thought, and while you’ve healed from the trauma of it all there’s still the occasional moment where something reminds you of Elias and it makes it hard to breathe. Tonight, it’s the sight of a hockey game on the television of the dive bar you frequently haunt when you’re home for more than forty-eight hours. Shallow puff of air float through your mouth as you look for him on the screen, realizing that it’s a stupid idea because Vancouver isn’t even playing. You then remember how much fun you had watching Elias’s games, and you curse him for taking something joyous away from you. Another round of drinks is ordered, the bartender eyeing you wearily but complying, and you wallow in silence for longer than you’ll ever admit to anyone.
Hours pass and midnight is rapidly approaching. While you don’t have an early morning, not having to be at a table read until the late afternoon, you know you can’t hold your liquor the way you could when you were younger and staying out much later is going to cause more hassle than it’s worth.
“Could I trouble you for one more and the bill?”
It’s getting increasingly loud in the dive, and you have to yell to be heard. However, it still isn’t working, and the bar staff can’t seem to understand what it is you want. Damn them for making you spend more time here. You clear your throat, about to try again, when a voice you never thought you’d hear again speaks from behind.
“Combine her tab with mine and close it out, if that isn’t too much to ask?”
The hairs along the nape of your neck bristle. “I can pay for my own drinks, thank you very much.” You refuse to turn around, knowing that if you do your resolve will crumble. Anger is the primary emotion when you think about Elias, but you also miss him so goddamn much. Never getting any closure makes things tricky.
A chuckle fans out behind you. “Never said you couldn’t. I do, however, think it’s the very least I could do for you.”
It’s true, and you let him know it. Still facing away from him, you don’t utter another word, even after the final drinks are brought around and everything is squared away. Elias doesn’t push you, knows your stony resolve still after all the time away. The silence is deafening as you wait for him to finish his beer before downing your cocktail. Not a word is uttered between the two of you, but the air is slowly losing its tension.
Eventually you turn towards him, haphazard and full of spite, though it’s lowering considerably. You hate the way he destroyed your life when he left, and you hate the way looking at him in the dim makes your heart soften considerably.
“I hate you.”
“You should.”
“Are you going to apologize?” you ask, unsure why it wasn’t the first thing out of his mouth.
Elias cocks a brow. “Will it make anything better?”
“I suppose not.”
Silence. It isn’t uncomfortable, but it isn’t like it used to be either, and you aren’t exactly sure what to do next. Elias decides for you. “I’d like to maybe work towards being friends again,” he speaks cautiously, as if he’s terrified of your reaction. “I don’t know many people in the city, or in southern California for that matter, and seeing the occasional friendly face would help out a lot.”
He explains that he was traded to Los Angeles in the off-season, and that though he knew you were around sometimes he didn’t want to reach out after all the pain you experienced because of him. You like that he doesn’t try to apologize or make excuses, just acknowledges he did a horrible thing and is content to sit with the consequences for the rest of his life.
You consider his proposal, thoroughly mull it over in your head, but you can’t find any logical reason to turn Elias down. Your parents taught you to give everyone a second chance, and it seems like you’ll be in complete control of whatever happens.
“We can do that. Just slowly.”
A nod of understanding comes from him, and with that he stands from the bar stool he’s occupied for the last little while. “I’ll see you around then. I kept my old number for convenience, so just give me a call when you’re ready.”
You nod, mimicking Elias’s previous action, and offer a short wave as he retreats into the busying street. Los Angeles is a city that comes alive in the night, and you can’t help but wonder if the universe sent Elias to you for a second chance because it knew just how much you still loved him. Maybe you find yourself hoping this proposed friendship drifts back to the way things were, but you’ll never tell a soul.
⭑⭒⭑
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make a decision | elias pettersson
summary: elias makes his decision
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The next available flight that Elias could get was the next evening, he’d called the airlines and surfed the internet but to no avail the first available seat was over twenty-four hours later.
He desperately wanted to be with you, to find you and talk about this.
He told him family what happened, why you left and how upset he was with himself.
They were upset with him too, shouting at him how they raised a better son and how disappointed they were by his reaction.
He felt horrible. He felt like a horrible person, boyfriend and dad.
He however felt a million times worse when the news played the next morning.
“and we have breaking news coming out of Canada! An international flight has crashed coming in to Vancouver. It’s not yet been announced which flight it was or where it departed from… there have been several casualties reported”
Elias felt like he couldn’t breathe.
He began crying, grabbing his phone to see if there was any extra news and trying to call you.
He got your voicemail time and time again.
He couldn’t sit here any longer, he had to do something. So he took himself to the airport — if it was your flight he’d be better in Vancouver than in Sweden.
The entire time in the airport, Elias was pacing back for forth, asking random by-passers any news on the plane crash.
If by a strike of luck, as Elias sat on his plane seat on the runway his phone lit up with a notification
‘it has been confirmed the vancouver flight crash originated out of heathrow airport - 6 people have been confirmed injured’
Maybe he should have felt guilty about the relief he felt when he read that.
It wasn’t relief those people were hurt.
It was relief that you were safe, his love was safe and his baby was safe.
The almost 10 hour flight was just filled with anxiety and Elias’ seat-mate was not too fond of his very shaky leg.
By the time he touched down in Vancouver airport Elias was sure he was going to have a panic attack, he tried calling you again.
There was still no answer.
He had claimed his luggage and went through customs before he fought his way through just about every tourist in the taxi rank so he could get a ride to the apartment.
When he got there he ran in, straight to the elevator completely ignoring the doorman who was welcoming him home.
When he made it to the apartment, he fumbled around in his pocket for keys — his fingers were too shaky to get a proper grip.
He flicked through the keys; his home in Sweden, Brock’s apartment, Canucks training facility, Nils’ home and finally your apartment.
The door unlocked and he threw the door open, letting out loud, winded breaths.
His eyes immediately fell on your sleeping form on the couch, fast asleep.
Shutting the door quietly as to not wake you , he rushed over to your sleeping form.
Kissing your head, his thumb rubbing over your cheek and pressing kisses on your shoulder too before he pulled the blanket from behind the couch over you.
After, he sat on the floor next to you in silence just staring at your chest rising up and down with every breath.
He sat there for four hours, not a word, not a sound before he began to fall asleep. When you woke, you saw his face not too far from yours, his head had fallen to the side and lay next to your stomach.
You grabbed a pillow from behind your head, lifting his softly and sliding it under knowing that he was going to wake up with a sore neck if he slept like that any longer.
You lay there a little longer, hand carding through his hair and scratching his scalp lightly.
He hadn’t chased you down the hallway of his parents home but he had followed you back to Vancouver. Maybe he was here to tell you to leave? To pack his stuff?
You didn’t get much of a chance to continue down the rabbit hole you had begun mentally climbing as Elias stirred awake under your hand.
You smiled at him softly “hey, baby, hey”
Once he’s fully regained his consciousness he grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles repeatedly. You only let him, in this moment just needing to be by him.
The sweet moment soon turned to worry when you felt his tears on your hand and watched his shoulders shake with sobs
“Hey, hey what’s going on? What’s wrong?”
“I thought- I thought I’d lost you” he gasped.
You furrowed your eyebrows “I wouldn’t leave, I told you this was your choice. I just had to come home, I’ve been home waiting for you” you explained.
He shook his head “No, no there was a plane crash and I thought- I thought you were hurt, the baby was hurt!”
Your heart simultaneously broke and soared as you listened to him.
Your hands gripped the sides of his head and made him look at you “Babe, I’m here! We’re okay I promise…”
“I was so scared” Is all he said, now pushed up on his knees to kiss you.
When you pulled away from the kiss and your foreheads rested against one another he said
“I want this baby, I want this baby with you! I was scared and selfish but I love you and I know we are going to be good parents”
You sucked in your bottom lip and nodded “I can do this alone if you’re not confident, please don’t do this if you are not-“
He cut you off with another kiss “I am one hundred percent sure I want to start a family with the woman I love”
The tears that lined your eyes fell and you smiled “We’re having a baby”
He nodded “We’re having a baby”
You watched as Elias moved down your body, pulling the blanket down to your waist before you felt your shirt lift and he kissed your belly
“du är redan mitt allt” you are my everything already
You laughed “What are you two talking about down there?”
Elias smiled “That’s between me and baby”
“Can’t mom know?” “No, then we’ll let out all of our secrets”
You only smiled and said “I love you ‘lias, so much”
“I love You more, my angel”
Six months later and they were still up to their secret conversations.
You lay in your hospital bed listening to Elias speak to Astrid in Swedish.
“jag älskar dig redan, astrid” I love you already, astrid
She cooed, no idea what her dad was saying.
“din mamma är bäst. vi är så lyckliga som har henne” your mom is the best we’re so lucky to have her
You could identify words, not sentences. They were talking about you “You two talking about me?”
Elias looked up at you, still bouncing your daughter in his arms “it’s secret, we won’t tell our secrets”
You only rolled your eyes “you two and your secrets”
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Paige. Scorpio. She/her. New Jersey Devils fan. Content for hockey men and others in the future.
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It’s the World Cup Baby!
*had this idea about some of my faves left in the world cup and other athletes I like. *
A series of quick insta edits following the Women’s World Cup
World Cup Bound (Owen Power)
Quarterfinals
Netherlands (MV) vs Spain (CS)
Japan (YT) vs Sweden (EP)
Australia (DR) vs France (EO)
England (LH) vs Colombia
#max verstappen x reader#carlos sainz x reader#esteban ocon x reader#lewis hamilton x reader#Elias pettersson x reader#daniel riccardo x reader#formula one instagram au#fake insta post#woso x reader#women’s world cup#fifa 23#f1 instagram au#formula 1#daniel ricciardo#max verstappen#lewis hamilton#yuki tsunoda#esteban ocon#carlos sainz
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father’s day ig edit for elias or quinn?
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yourusername happy father’s day e🤍 cheering you on today and everyday ;) thank you for everything you do, we love you!!
eliaspettersson ❤️
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eliaspettersson ready to go home?
yourusername sweden awaits😌
bohorvat gunnar misses him already!
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#happy dilf day!#elias pettersson x reader#elias pettersson imagine#ig edit#dad au#vancouver canucks
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