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laurenairay · 3 months

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Lately you've been on my mind - E. Pettersson

I’m jumping in as a pinch-hitter as part of @wyattjohnston’s winter fic exchange, with an Elias Pettersson story for @typical-simplelove! I really hope you enjoy this Claudia– I had a lot of fun creating something from the prompts you gave me, and I was just so inspired that I wrote it all in one day! And thank you Demi, for being a sounding board for me as I put together my ideas.

Summary: Brock Boeser is the ultimate match maker – he knows he is. And he is determined to set his friends up.

a.k.a. you and Elias are both friends with Brock, and keep finding yourselves in moments alone.

Words: 4.9k

Warnings: idiots to lovers, self-doubt, Brock is a meddler

Title from: Adore you, by Harry Styles

2019 was already shaping up to be a fantastic year. The sun was shining brightly, the January air was crisp and cold, and you had Spanish Banks dog park essentially to yourself, seeing that it was excruciatingly early in the morning.

But damn if the views of the North Shore mountains weren’t worth it. Your dog seemed to agree, with the way he was running up and down the sand. You’d lived in Vancouver all your 20 years so far, still living with your parents where you’d decided not to go to university, and it was moments like this that reminded you just how fortunate you were.

Your peace and quiet lasted for all of another half an hour before you heard enthusiastic barking from behind you. Recalling your dog to your side – which only took a couple of attempts, which was an improvement – you turned your head to see what was coming your way, only to freeze at the guy you saw walking towards you.

A guy that was clearly the up-and-coming star of your family’s favourite sports team, the Vancouver Canucks. Brock Boeser, in the flesh.

“Hey, sorry for interrupting your quiet.”

His smile tightened slightly when he realised you clearly knew who he was, with whatever your face was doing, but you quickly shook your head to reassure him. No, he was here just the same as you, to walk his dog. You could be cool with that.

“It’s a beautiful off-leash park – it would be a shame not to share it,” you shrugged, smiling back at him.

Brock immediately relaxed, easy a tension you didn’t realise you had.

“Who’s this beautiful pup, hm?”

“This is Bailey. I’ve had him, like, three months now? He’s only 18 months old so he’s still learning not to jump up, but he tries his best,” you mused.

“He’s perfect…”

Yes, Brock was definitely a dog person.

“…a border collie, right?”

“Yeah that’s right. He was abandoned a few months ago at a shelter my mom volunteers at, and I barely had to beg her to let me adopt him,” you laughed.

Brock just grinned. “Coola was a rescue dog as well. I adopted him back in February last year, after the All Star Game, but he lived in Minnesota with my parents while I finished my rookie year. I know the feeling of not being able to resist a sweet little dog.”

At least he understood.

With a smile, you motioned for Bailey that he was allowed to run again, and within moments Coola was joining him, the two dogs playing in the surf.

“So, you live here then?”

You and Brock walked your dogs for nearly another hour, the two of you talking like you’d known each other all your lives, before Bailey flopped at your feet, a clear sign he was done and ready to leave.

“Looks like that’s my cue,” you said dryly, making Brock laugh.

“Definitely,” he teased, “but hey, maybe we could exchange numbers? I’d love to walk Coola with you and Bailey again, now that I know they’re friends.”

You hesitated slightly, unsure whether he actually meant that, but the earnestness in his eyes told you everything you needed to know.

“Sure, I’d like that. Bailey could use all the friends he could get,” you mused.

Brock just grinned.

“I don’t know, I have a feeling we’re going to be pretty good friends as well.”

Nearly five years on and you were (somehow) genuine friends with Brock. He’d been right, against all odds. There was just something about his straightforward friendship that made your life that little bit easier, knowing that you could rely on him to be a breath of fresh air, no drama. And you knew he appreciated your chilled approach to pretty much everything, never judging him, always his biggest supporter – both on the team and for him as a person. Brock Boeser was probably one of the best friends you’d ever had, and you cherished everything about him, like an older brother you didn’t realise you needed.

Brock had always insisted that you needed to be integrated into every part of his life, so you spent more time with his team than you ever thought you would (and hadn’t that been a starstruck moment, when you’d first attended a team gathering). He pretty much brought you to all gatherings, events, and anything to do with Coola (and now Milo), and while at first it had been overwhelming, you’d quickly adjusted when you realised just how ridiculous his teammates were.

So it wasn’t a surprise to Elias Pettersson when he walked into Brock’s house and saw you sitting on the sofa surrounded by dogs.

“Well this looks cosy.”

You grinned at his teasing words, waving him over. “It’s good to see you too, Elias.”

He shared a small private smile with you, lifting Milo’s legs to take a seat on the sofa next to you. The dog in question huffed out his displeasure but didn’t move, allowing Elias to settle in properly.

This guy, more than anyone else, was the teammate you enjoyed spending the most time with alongside Brock. Elias was definitely the most sane of all Brock’s Vancouver friends, and his dry sense of humour always had you in stitches. It was rare that he showed much of himself to anyone, as reserved as he was, but the more you’d gotten to know him over the years, the more you recognised the little signs of his reactions and collated them like hoarded treasure. And the more that Elias had gotten to know you, the more willing he seemed to be to share jokes and smiles and laughter with you, forging a friendship of your own.

And yes, sure, you couldn’t deny that you found him attractive – you’d be crazy or blind to think otherwise - but he’d never shown a hint of interest towards you in that way. And there was no way you’d ever say anything unless you were sure things were reciprocated (there was just no way), so you were more than happy to have him as a friend. Elias Pettersson was an unmistakeable joy in your life, and the last thing you wanted to do was ruin that.

He really was so handsome though.

“I’m surprised Brock isn’t buried under puppies like usual,” Elias said.

“We haven’t been long back from walking the dogs, so I said I’d get them settled while he showered and got ready to head out with you,” you explained, running your hand over your Bailey’s head.

“He does need to look pretty enough to leave the house, that’s true,” he mused.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the both of you knowing Brock needed no help in looking pretty, Elias just smiling widely.

It just goes to show how wrapped up you were in Elias’s attention that neither of you noticed Brock standing at the bottom of the stairs, eyes lighting up at your laughter and Elias’s smile.

It was early, far too early, but here you were fulfilling Bailey’s every need. You were wrapped up warm, puffer jacket, woollen hat, gloves, and scarf, walking your border collie through Hadden Park, allowing the travel mug of coffee to wake you up fully while you took in the views surrounding you. Bailey was in his element, trotting about and sniffing every single leaf and twig, and it was only your phone buzzing that broke you out of your silent contentment.

From: Brock Hey, are you walking Bailey?

To: Brock Yeah we’re at Hadden Park Wasn’t sure if you would be getting up early after your game last night so I didn’t text

From: Brock Hah yeah fair enough Do you mind if Petey comes along?

You tried not to fantasise about why Elias was so willing to join you both on a dog walk, so early on a day off. You tried so hard.

To: Brock Of course I don’t mind

From: Brock Of course?

You felt heat dancing across your cheeks. Damn it Brock.

To: Brock You know I think Petey is great.

From: Brock Well I definitely do now.

You groaned, already able to picture the smirk on your friend’s face.

To: Brock Don’t be dumb I’ll see you soon

The last thing you needed was Brock teasing you, especially in front of Elias. The last thing you wanted was Elias to feel uncomfortable around you, just because you find him attractive. The last thing you could bear would be if you lost your friendship with Elias just because Brock was reading into things that weren’t true.

But there was nothing you could do for damage control until Brock was in front of you. All you could hope was that he didn’t make you look like an idiot.

It couldn’t have been more than 20 minutes before you saw the familiar pair walking towards you, dogs at Brock’s side, and you found yourself smiling despite your trepidation. You gave them both hugs in greeting, travel mug long empty and placed in your bag, Bailey barking happily.

“What a beautiful morning,” Brock said happily.

“Cold but beautiful, sure,” you mused.

Elias nodded his agreement, thick scarf wrapped in loops around him, Brock just laughing.

“Petey, you don’t mind taking Coola while I walk Milo, do you?” Brock asked.

Elias narrowed his eyes, as if trying to read into Brock’s words, but Brock just kept smiling at him.

“Sure, I can walk Coola,” Elias eventually said.

“Great!”

The moment that Coola’s leash was in Elias’s hands, Coola darted forward, Elias crashing directly into your body. It was only through his quick reflexes that you didn’t end up on your ass, his hands clutching at your hips while you clung to his jacket.

“Coola! Chill!”

Brock’s giggled words did little to calm his dog down, all three dogs dancing around your feet as Elias steadied you. His face was impossibly close to yours, breath practically mingling. How had you not realised how blue his eyes were before this? His lips were parted slightly, as if he was still processing, but it was only when Bailey bumped into both of your legs that he abruptly let you go, and you dropped your hands too.

“Sorry, sorry,” he blurted, stepping away sharply.

“No apologies needed. It wasn’t your fault,” you said, shaking your head with a weak smile.

“Aww you can’t blame Coola for being excited,” Brock grinned, kneeling down to give fuss to both his dogs.

There was something in his smile that you just couldn’t put your finger on. Hm.

“Shall we walk then, if they’re so excited?” Elias said dryly.

All three dogs started barking at the word ‘walk’, making you laugh and nod, Brock just grinning even wider.

From: Brock Petey is taking the roadtrip losses really hard. Come over tomorrow?

You don’t know what it was that possessed you, but the moment you received those texts from Brock, you knew you had to do something. Elias was such a stoic guy, so reserved in his emotions, so the fact that it was obvious enough he was suffering that Brock asked for your help? There was no way you weren’t going to do everything in your power to ease any tensions they had, especially Elias.

There wasn’t much you could do, but you could do this.

When you arrived at Brock’s house the next morning, you were only mildly startled to see Elias opening the door instead of Brock, his eyes flashing in surprise before he smiled.

“Did Brock not say I was coming over?” you said hesitantly.

The last thing you wanted was to intrude.

“He said we were going for brunch, but this is a welcome surprise,” Elias said, smiling softly.

Oh. Now you felt stupid.

Wait, a welcome surprise?

“I don’t know what is making your face do that, but I’m not lying when I say it’s good to see you,” Elias said firmly.

“Alright, I believe you,” you mused.

Elias just grinned, walking over to the bottom of the staircase.

“SHE’S HERE!”

“GOOD! YOU’RE COMING FOR BRUNCH, RIGHT?”

You rolled your eyes fondly at Brock’s assumptions. It wasn’t like you had much else planned for today, but still!

“YEAH I’LL COME!”

Elias laughed at your matching volume, making you smile back at him, a light flush dusting across your cheeks. His laugh was magical and you weren’t going to shame yourself for liking it.

“Brock’s just finishing his hair and then he’ll be down. That’s what he said anyway,” Elias explained, sitting down on the arm of Brock’s sofa.

“He’s got an image to maintain, can’t be looking anything less than perfect,” you teased, the familiar joke making you smile.

Elias just snickered, shaking his head. You leaned up against the back of the sofa, standing close enough to Elias that the blue of his eyes was almost hypnotising, before you remembered why you came over in the first place.

“It feels a little silly now, but I heard from a little bird that you were taking things a little rough, so here’s a little something,” you said.

“Brock needs to keep his mouth shut,” he grumbled.

You just laughed, reaching into your bag to pull out the gift. But as you placed it in his hands, Elias froze.

“What’s this?” Elias said, eyes wide in shock.

You bit your bottom lip, before letting out a shaky breath. Here goes nothing.

“You were having a bad day. So I made you a hat,” you said simply, trying to keep your voice light and airy.

“You made me a hat? You knitted this?”

Elias stared down in wonder at the soft light blue woollen bundle in his hand, a look of pure astonishment on his face. It was only then that you realised how close it was to the colour of his eyes.

“Uh, yes, I did? I got back into knitting recently, so it’s nothing fancy, but I just wanted to make something to cheer you up?” you said, trying not to cringe at yourself.

“No-one’s ever done anything like this for me before.”

Your lips parted in surprise at his soft words.

“Really?”

“Really really,” Elias nodded.

“I’ve never had a hat made for me either.”

You flinched at the sound of Brock’s voice coming from behind you, Elias immediately scowling over your shoulder.

“Wouldn’t want to cover up your Prince Charming hair,” Elias grumbled, shoving the hat into the pocket of his hoodie.

You didn’t mention the dark blue hat you’d knitted for Brock that was tucked into your bag. Brock pouted as you snickered, slinking into the kitchen, leaving the two of you alone again.

“Look, I know it’s not really my place. And that we’re just friends because of Brock. But these losses were just a bad blip – you’re going to get over them in no time at all, and be back to destroying the other teams like you were born to,”

Elias smiled wryly. “It doesn’t feel like that right now. But thanks.”

You pursed your lips briefly before huffing out a breath. Telling him what you really thought was hardly the most embarrassing thing you’d ever done.

“You make me so proud. You know that, right?”

“What?” Elias frowned.

“You go out there, every single day, and give this team, this city, your all. Your pour yourself into everything that you do, always give 100%, and as your friend, as someone who has known you for years…I am so proud of you.”

As your cheeks heated from your words, Elias swallowed heavily, a flush dusting across his own cheeks.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve this, to deserve your kind words, but I appreciate it. Thank you,” he murmured.

Your heartbeat raced at the intensity in his eyes.

“Brunch? Can we go?”

Elias scowled again at Brock’s grinning interruption but walked away towards the front door. You were read to grumble at Brock yourself, until you saw Elias pull the knitted hat out of his pocket and slide it on over his hair. It looked…perfect.

“Are you good?” Brock asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I’m great.”

Your voice was far breathier than you would ever admit.

Another month, another team event. This time Brock had invited you to be his plus one to a formal gala, hardly the first time he had asked and yet this time he practically begged you to come along. You didn’t need him to beg, you could admit that much – the events were always fun and hey, you got to dress up nicely – but his behaviour was strange, even for him.

Either way, Brock had looked ecstatic when you said yes, even going as buying you a gorgeous midnight blue evening gown, sleeveless and high-necked, as classy as it was beautiful, so you were going to complain. He could have his secrets – you knew you’d get it out of him eventually.

He picked you up after you’d gotten your hair and nails done, make-up subtle but elegant, wide smile on his face as he drove the two of you to the event. You didn’t have time to be suspicious about his good mood as the two of you greeted his teammates and their better halves, your attention consumed by all the cheek kisses and compliments, but you should’ve known he was up to something. Because the moment that the two of you joined Elias at a table with a few chairs around it, Brock all but disappeared, leaving the two of you completely alone.

“Hi Brock. Bye Brock,” Elias said dryly.

“I have no idea what’s gotten into him tonight, I am so sorry,” you sighed.

“Hey, no, don’t apologise for him. I’m sorry that he’s abandoned you already,” Elias said, frowning.

“Well at least I’m near a chair,” you said, huffing out a laugh, “High heels are not my friends.”

Elias immediately pulled a chair out for you to sit on, and you felt a gentle heat brush across your cheeks at the gentlemanly action.

“Thanks Elias,” you said, more shocked than anything.

Not too shocked to smile at him as he sat down right next to you, after picking up a couple of flutes of champagne from a passing waiter. If he wanted to join you…well, you weren’t going to complain. Not if you got his attention all to yourself.

It can’t have been more than an hour before Brock wandered back over, but by the flush on his cheeks and the glassiness of his eyes, he was more than a little tipsy. Damn it Brock.

“You’re not going to ask this beautiful woman to dance, Petey?”

Elias immediately blushed furiously, eyes narrowing at his friend, making you want to die a little inside – but also to shield him.

“Oh no, these heels are killing my feet already. Elias is just being kind enough to keep me company,” you said sweetly.

Brock snickered, shaking his head, but walked away without any further pestering. You both sat there for a moment in silence, reeling from the short conversation. What the hell was that, Brock?

“You didn’t have to make up a lie to defend me,” Elias said, finally looking at you again.

“I wanted to.”

The mortification that filled your body upon your blurted words was immediate and all-consuming, especially with how surprised Elias looked. How could you save this? How the hell could you save this?

“Besides it’s the least I could do for Brock dumping me on you in the first place,” you said coolly, shrugging, trying to calm yourself down and failing miserably.

Elias hesitated before something flashed across his face, and he looked at you with an expression you’d never seen from him before. It made you shiver. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

Oh.

He…really?

You’d spent so long convinced that he didn’t see you that way, that he wasn’t attracted to you in the slightest, and now that he’d said this? Giving you enough to let yourself hope, to admit to yourself that your sweetest daydreams and deepest fantasies could actually be reality?

While your mind raced, full of swirling realisations that perhaps things weren’t so unrequited after all, Elias just watched you, expression just as intense as before. It wasn’t until you let out a shaky breath, smiling a tiny smile at him, that he nodded, clearing his throat.

“Another drink?”

“Yes, definitely.”

Movie nights were sacred. It didn’t matter who they were with, not really, but now that you had your own tiny apartment, a night in watching your favourite movies and eating your favourite snacks was always the best way to unwind. Usually Brock was your only companion, or Brock with a few of his teammates, and that was the plan tonight. Brock and Elias were both joining you for a movie night and you couldn’t wait to have a chilled night in with two of your favourite people. Even if your whole world had been shaken up only last week at that eventful team gala.

The pizzas you’d ordered hadn’t long arrived before Elias arrived at your door, beers in hand, and you let him in with a happy smile.

“Thanks for inviting me,” he said, smiling shyly back at you.

Your breath caught in your throat at the sweetness in his face, and you found yourself just nodding.

“You know you’re always welcome. Come on, pizza just got here too.”

Elias all but raced you to the kitchen, making you laugh as he opened the cardboard lids. But your phone buzzed before you could reach for a slice.

From: Brock I can’t make it tonight. Have fun. Both of you.

You heart started racing at his implications, knowing deep in your bones that Brock never intended to come this evening. Had he known all along, how you felt about Elias? And how you hoped Elias felt for you too?

Surely not.

But then again, Brock always surprised you. You had always tried not to underestimate your friend, but it appeared that you’d fallen for that sweet innocent smile just the same as everyone else.

“Is Brock on his way?”

“Brock isn’t coming.”

“Oh.”

Elias seemed to hesitate, making you inhale sharply.

“Did you want to reschedule?” he asked, wincing.

You could be brave, right? Or at least take a step towards bravery?

“You’re already here…so we can still have our own movie night?” you suggested, unable to stop yourself from chewing your bottom lip.

Elias’s eyes flickered down quickly towards your mouth, before he cleared his throat and smiled softly at you. “Yeah, of course we can. Also means we don’t have to listen to Brock whining that we aren’t watching one of his rom com choices.”

The dryness of his tone made you giggle, immediately cutting through the lingering awkward tension. You could absolutely do a movie night just with Elias. You could absolutely handle being alone with him like this.

Absolutely.

The two of you ploughed through the pizzas while you watched one of you go-to action movies, laughing and talking all the way through, even finishing the popcorn and a couple of beers each by the time the credits were rolling. Bailey had happily sat by your feet the whole time, actually behaving himself for once, and you couldn’t remember a time when you’d felt so content. So relaxed and happy. Brock had always brought that out in you, and now that Elias had too? It just filled you with butterflies in the best way.

“Shall we watch another?”

“Definitely,” you nodded, smiling up at him.

Elias smiled easily back. “You choose? I’ll clear up.”

Before you could protest or even help him, Elias had picked up both pizza boxes and all the empty beer bottles, leaving you alone on the sofa. You heard him opening the trash can, snapping you out of your surprise, so you started scrolling through Netflix again, eventually deciding on a light-hearted comedy just as Elias re-entered the room. Bailey had trotted out to his own bed when Elias left, so it really was just the two of you now.

Something that made your breath hitch in your throat was the way that Elias sat down closer to you this time. Unmistakably closer, close enough to feel the heat from his body and to smell his cologne. He did that on purpose, there was no doubt about it. But his face gave you no answers, nothing more than his usual smile around you, so you let it go. Overthinking things was definitely not the way to go, you knew that much.

It didn’t make your heartrate calm down at all though.

You pressed play to get the movie started, lightly tossing the tv remote onto your coffee table before settling back into the sofa, letting the familiar introduction wash over you.

It took ten minutes for everything to change.

Elias wasn’t a big hugger. You knew this. Brock knew this. The whole of the Vancouver Canucks knew this. So when you felt a pressure along your shoulders, you tried not to flinch, realising it was his arm stretching across the back of the sofa when his hand lightly brushed your opposite shoulder. Elias…Elias had put his arm around you. He’d put his arm around you? You glanced up at him, trying to get any sense of his thought process, but his eyes were resolutely glued to the television, his body a frozen line of tension. All over again, your heart started racing. You were right after all. Maybe…maybe Elias really did have feelings for you, just as he’d finally hinted at the team event, and now he was making a gentle move in the most Petey way ever.

The ball was in your court.

Ever so slowly, you relaxed against under his arm, sinking into his side, head resting on his chest. You could hear just how fast his own heart was racing and it made you smile, feeling giddy that he was just as affected as you were, even more so when his arm draped around you properly. This was really happening. Elias Pettersson had really instigated snuggling with you on the sofa. This was better than any dream you could’ve imagined.

The next thing you knew, you were blinking your eyes open. The sky outside was pitch black, the curtains still wide open, and the Netflix landing page was glaring bright. But the main thing you noticed? You were curled up against Elias’s side still, head resting on his chest, his arm having fallen down to your waist and his head lolling back on the sofa. You’d fallen asleep together? Was there anything more cliché than that? Still, it felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest with how right it felt to be in Elias’s hold. His hands were so large and so warm, the heat spreading through the contact on top of your sweatpants. His chest was so solid and calming under your cheek. And as you lifted your head, ever to slightly to look at him properly, even just through the light from the TV he looked so handsome. Beautiful and peaceful. But there was no way that could be comfortable for him, and the last thing you wanted was for an aching neck to put a damper on what was the perfect evening.

So you lightly rested your hand on his chest, shaking him gently until you heard him grunt in displeasure.

“Hey, Elias, we fell asleep on the sofa,” you murmured.

He immediately groaned, making you laugh softly, smiling at him as he finally lifted his head.

“I was having such a good dream,” he grumbled.

Then he seemed to freeze as he realised where he actually was, taking note of how you were still tucked into his side, and where his arm and hand were holding you.

“Damn it, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Hey, no, we both fell asleep eh?” you said, interrupting with a smile and a shake of your head, “It’s fine, Elias. We were both cosy.”

He swallowed heavily before nodding.

“I don’t think I’ve ever fallen asleep on the sofa with someone before,” he mumbled, “It was…nice.”

You felt your cheeks heating up with the gentle compliment, your smile letting him know you felt the same.

“I should go,” he said softly.

No!

Well, now was your moment. Now was the time to be brave where you’d never needed to be so brave before. After everything that had been building between the two of you…now was the moment.

“Or, maybe you could stay, and we could talk in the morning,” you offered as calmly as you could.

You felt Elias inhale sharply where your hand was still resting on his chest.

“The kind of talk that I’ve been wanting to have for a while?” he asked, hope evident in his eyes.

Oh wow.

For a while?

You felt like you were floating as his words sunk in.

“Yeah I think we’re on the same page,” you murmured, your blood thrumming with possibility.

The smile that spread across Elias’s face made your heart soar, and you found yourself smiling just as widely back. And when he leant forward to press a soft kiss to your forehead, you’d never felt more alive.

You could only imagine Brock’s satisfied grin when you told him.

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Penalty Box Series— Quinn Hughes Edition (Seven)

23-24 Season Masterlist

previous: six

next: eight

OCTOBER 31, 2023

again: THESE STATS ARE BASED OFF THE ACTUAL DAY!

p.s. i skipped the rags game

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yourusername welcome back to my postgame penalty box update show: WHO RUNS THE WORLD? QUINN! edition!

with his first assist on laffy taffy's goal, quinn got his 250th career point! this makes him the second fastest active defenseman to reach 250 points in under 300 games! he did it in 292 games, which equaled the 12th fewest of all time!

but let's not forget the other two assists tonight! his three assists tonight gave him his 48th career multi-point game, his 19th three point game, and his 14th three assists game! he now has 18 total career assists against nashville, which ties his total against the oilers for the most assists he has against any one team! (note that he's played the oilers more because of the 20-21 season where van played them 10 times)

john said that it's "a hughes lead in the east and the west" during the game, and here's why:

quinn has 11 points, so he is 1st for dmen, and tied for 7th overall! he also has a (+/-) of +11, which leads THE ENTIRE LEAGUE!

jack leads the entire league in points AND assists with 18 and 13, and luke is tied for second for all rookies in points and assists!

quinn and luke are tied for 4th in power play points for dmen overall, luke is 2nd for all rookies, and jack is tied for 1st for all skaters!

i’m so proud of my nuckies for their 5-2 win against the preds, my brothers, and most of all, my best friend💙 i love you way past infinity!

p.s. PETEY! MY BLONDE KING! INSTEAD OF GOING TRICK-OR-TREATING, YOU WENT HAT-TRICKING! congratulations on your second career hatty, and your first at home! i love you, and i’m so proud of you! keep an eye out for your hatty medal in the mail!

p.s.s. quinn is the first player in CANUCKS HISTORY to have a +10 rating during the first seven games! i asked for a record breaking season, and i’m getting it!

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nhlandotherimagines · 3 years

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

Masterlist | Part 2 | Part 3 |

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

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

Word Count: approx. 4.4 k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you too Elias.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you too Elias.”

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

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

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

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

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hockeyboysiguess · 3 years

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cherry red views | e. pettersson

a/n: in celebration of petey’s birthday, here’s some smut? is that how this works?

word count: 4,607

wine alcohol pairing recommendation: a shot of birthday cake vodka (yes, this exists and it’s disgusting, but i’m still recommending it)

warnings: swearing. smut, entirely smut. bondage, choking, some standard dom things.

You sighed with relief as you stepped into Elias’s apartment, his hand leaving the small of your back to take off his coat. Ever the gentlemen, even on his birthday when the entire day was about him, he took your coat and hung it up in the closet for you. Normally, you would have stepped out of your heels, feet dying for relief since you’d worn your tallest pair tonight, but they were a gift from Elias for your birthday and you didn’t know what he had in mind for tonight. His birthday, his choice, so the heels stayed on until he said otherwise tonight. Elias took your hand in his, fingers lacing through yours, eyes looking at the dress you’d chosen tonight with him in mind appreciatively.

“I know I told you probably a hundred times tonight,” he smiled as his eyes continued roaming shamelessly up and down your body. You’re his. He could look as much as he wanted. “You look so gorgeous tonight.”

“All for you,” you smiled in return, a soft blush coming across your cheeks that always came whenever Elias complimented you so boldly and appreciated you so shamelessly.

No one had ever looked at you like he did and you just hoped he knew how much you appreciated his attentive gaze on you, his compliments, his flattery, his completely shameless love. Elias was so much more than people thought, and people thought quite a lot of the boy you loved. He was still so much better, so, so much better, than every description of him out there. He was your everything, and tonight was entirely about him and yet somehow he made you feel more appreciated, more attractive, and more loved than anyone else you had ever encountered and ever thought you would encounter in your life.

Elias used your conjoined hands as an anchor point, and guided himself toward you. His free hand came up to cup your face softly and he let his thumb run over your cherry red lips, color selected to match the bottoms of your gifted heels. Elias knew why you picked the color. It was only ever used with those heels. Elias didn’t know there was an additional cherry red surprise under your black dress, delicate red lace Elias was sure to love. He leaned his head down slowly, forehead resting softly against yours, warm breath fanning out across your face.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me? For my birthday?” he whispered out as softly as his breath ghosted over your skin.

So that was the mood Elias was in, one that meant your surprise gift was going to be even more appreciated tonight. The shift in his tone, the darkening in his voice, made your thighs clench together, desperate for friction already. That tone meant you wouldn’t be getting any right away though, and the thought made you take your lower lip between your teeth. Elias smirked softly as your reaction, noting the way your hips moved, signalling for him that he was already getting the results he craved. He slid his thumb over your lips again under he reached the center and tapped softly, a silent order to part your lips for him, which you did readily. His thumb slid in between your lips and over your tongue, as far back as he could. He smiled softly when you wrapped your lips tightly around his thumb and sucked hard, the way he loved, and he laughed lightly.

“Good,” he nodded once before pulling his thumb slowly from between your lips.

He guided you by your hand laced with his to the couch. You sat down and watched him carefully, relaxing back and enjoying the views of him slowly shaking off his suit jacket with the Vancouver skyline behind him. He ran a hand through his hair, setting it back into place, probably the last time tonight before you ruined his meticulous appearance. He slid his tie off slowly, long fingers pulling at the knot he’d tied six times earlier to ensure it was straight. He popped the top two buttons on his shirt, your eyes silently begging for him to continue on. Instead he unfastened his cufflinks and sat them on the side table, slowly rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. Elias was taking every second he could to painstakingly undress but not really undress in front of you. You rubbed your thighs together, desperate for some friction. Elias dropped his hands quickly to your thighs when he saw what you were doing and pushed them apart, a firm shake of his head showing his displeasure you already knew would come, but you were desperate for him.

“Elias,” you breathed out and he tapped your thigh softly.

“You need to wait for me,” he told you. “You know better than that. I shouldn’t have to remind you of that.”

You barely managed to get out an apology that fell on deaf ears as Elias stood back up in front of you and slowly unclasped his belt buckle, sliding it out from around his waist in one smooth motion. You shuttered at the sound of it sliding through his belt loops, mind running through the variety of possibilities that could happen now. Elias noticed. Elias always noticed and he laughed a little to himself and clicked his tongue softly.

“And here I thought you were supposed to be good for me,” he motioned for you to stand up, which you did as quickly as you could, “for my birthday.”

“I’ll be good,” you mumbled as you felt his hands on the back of your dress, finding the zipper in the faint light of his apartment. “I promise.”

Elias sighed as he pinched the zipper between two fingers and slowly dragged it down your back. The fabric pooled at your feet easily and whatever Elias was planning was thrown out the window when you spun on your heels to face him. He let out a strangled noise from his throat, belt in his hands carelessly dropped to the floor. He cursed as his eyes ran over you quickly, admiring the delicate red lace just barely covering you, mumblings in his native tongue slipping out quietly, a biting tone edging at each word as it left his lips. His hands reached out, finding your hips and pulling you against him.

“All the red matches,” you mumbled into his neck.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth, “You think I didn’t notice that already?”

You giggled softly at how easily a little bit of red lace had derailed your boyfriend, your usually meticulous and forever planning boyfriend, as his hands ran over your body, barely touching you. He pushed you a few inches back, making you shuffle on your heels, so he could look you over again, eyes training on the small red bow situated right in the middle of your bra. He lifted a hand to run between your breasts slowly, trailing his index finger down, until he reached the bow. He smiled slightly at the feel of the silky bow under his fingertip.

“My last gift, eh?” he teased you softly.

“Last gift is me,” you replied with a smile. “Always is, ‘Lias.”

“You upgraded the wrapping this year,” he noted, eyes still focused on the red lace. “I love it.”

You smiled softly, but Elias’s face was stoic when he looked up at you. His blue eyes were icy, cold, and unyielding under your smile. He leaned his head down lower, until his mouth was hovering over yours. Without warning, he took your bottom lip roughly between his teeth and sucked hard on it, drawing a strangled moan from deep in your chest. He released it as roughly as he’d taken it between his teeth, a smirk on his face as you sank into him, a silent begging for more.

“Don’t think this made me forget about your little mistake,” he cautioned you. “You’re still going to have to pay for that.”

You whimpered softly and it turned his smirk into a smile, because he already knew he had you exactly where he wanted you. He lifted a hand up, index finger pointed to the ceiling, and twisted his outstretched finger in a slow, smooth circle. You shuffled slowly on your heels until your back was faced him, leaving you blissfully unaware of what Elias would do next, until you heard the familiar clink of his belt buckle and shortly after the feeling of his hand on your wrist, pulling your arm back.

“Hands behind your back, sweetheart.”

You shuttered under his words and slid your hands behind your back until your wrists touched. Sweetheart was a nickname reserved for nights like this, purposefully artificially coming from his mouth, almost sickeningly sweet, covering far less sweet intent. The nickname was a tease itself, a veiled indication in its opposition to what Elias was about to do to you, with you, for you, which was anything but sweet. Wetness pooled between your thighs at the thought of the possibilities for tonight.

“You know why,” Elias yanked his belt tight around your wrist, making you whine exactly like he wanted, “you don’t get to use your hands tonight, right? You know why,” he tightened it further, almost painfully so, “you have to rely on me for everything tonight?”

“Because I was bad,” you mumbled out as he secured his belt to your wrists at the small of your back.

“And,” Elias kissed your shoulder softly, then rubbed over the thin skin with his thumb, “because it’s my birthday and I want you to beg for me tonight, sweetheart.”

“You could just ask and I’d do it anyway,” you admitted, cheeks flushing in the reality of how easily you became putty under Elias’s skilled hands.

Elias laughed, a teasing one, as his hands ran over your body, thumbs circling over your nipples through the thin lace, “But it’s so much more fun to make it so it’s the only thing,” his suddenly pinched your nipples hard through your bra and you cried out, “you know to ask for.”

His hands slid down to grip your hips, long fingers wrapping around them to tug roughly on them, your signal to turn to face him. The second you did, his mouth crashed roughly to yours. His teeth nipped at your lower lip as his fingers looped into the waistband of your panties at your hips. Not missing a best, Elias never did, he shoved your panties down and moved his mouth to your neck in one smooth motion, teeth sinking into the thin skin at your neck. You moaned at the combination of the cool air in his apartment on your wetness and his mouth on your neck. Elias groaned against your skin, fingertips digging into the skin at your hips. The ease with which you could read Elias, the sounds he made, the physical responses he showed, made your eyes roll every time. Elias never hid what you did to him from you. You knew what every touch, every sound you made, every ounce of control you gave over to him, did to him. It’s what made sex with Elias better than anyone else; you knew exactly what you did to him. Nothing was hidden. There was no shame, no unshared vulnerabilities. You knew everything and he knew everything, and the pleasure that honesty brought was unlike what anyone else could give you.

“Sit.” Elias gave your ass a light tap to encourage you toward the could. “Legs open for me.”

You did as you were told, previous experiences and the belt around your wrists telling you that you would lose something else if you didn’t listen. Elias dropped to his still suit pants covered knees on the rug in front of your open legs. You let out a shaky breath as he wrapped a wrist around one of your ankles and lifted it from the floor up toward his mouth, red bottomed heel finding purchase on his shoulder. He pressed his lips to the inside of your ankle, one soft kiss, followed by another just above the previous, kissing up your leg painfully slowly.

“Elias,” you whined when he started rising even more slowly when he reached your thigh.

He laughed against your skin, “This shouldn’t be new to you, sweetheart. You should know what I’m about to do next right now.”

“Elias, I’m so wet,” you tried your best at teasing him as his lips returned to their previous actions on your thigh. “Don’t you want to find out just how wet I am for you?”

“Mm, I can see,” he hummed out softly against your skin. “I can see you dripping for me. Thanks for the unnecessary desperate suggestion though.”

You huffed out in annoyance as he slowed his journey even further. Your breaths became heavier as he got closer to where you wanted him, but you knew Elias Pettersson. You knew as soon as he was one kiss, one small moment away from your core, he would pull back and his lips would find your left ankle and start all over again. Which is exactly what happened. You still whined. He still laughed. Nothing about this would ever get old for either of you.

By the time he reached where you wanted him again, you were a mess. You were whining and moaning and fighting against the belt digging into your wrists, desperate to fist your hands in his hair and push his mouth to where you wanted him, but that wasn’t an option.

“You know we have dinner with my parents and you probably shouldn’t have bruised wrists for that,” Elias unnecessarily cautioned.

It was unnecessary because he wasn’t going to release your wrist regardless of how much you fought.

“Then you should’ve used your tie instead,” you managed to get out, hands still tugging at your restraint.

Elias rolled his eyes at you and shook his head softly, “I wouldn’t have needed to if you could just,” Elias brought his mouth closer to your pussy and without warning, spit, adding more wetness to what was already waiting for him and making you crying out his name, “fucking behave.”

Elias shoved himself up by the edge of the couch and stood up and you pouted. This was normally where you’d actually get to feel that talented mouth of his on you, but he just looked out your bottom lip jutted out and shook his head softly. He slowly returned to his earlier actions of unbuttoning his shirt.

“Can’t have you ruining my shirt tonight, sweetheart,” Elias smiled at you as he pulled the sleeves down his arm and placed the shirt on the chair along with his suit jacket.

His pants joined his other clothes and you looked with eager eyes, waiting for his boxers to join the pile of clothes, but they stayed on, much to your annoyance. Like before, Elias raised his index finger up and circling it slowly. You furrowed your brows down, but he just kept circling.

“On your knees,” he told you firmly.

Elias wasn’t one to skip a chance to take you apart with his mouth, so you were confused, but did as you were told, shifting around onto your knees, bracing your upper body on the back of the couch. You were beyond ready for him if he just wanted to bury himself inside you right now. The thought of that alone made your eyes roll. But that’s not what Elias decided to do. He dropped to his knees again and without warning, licked a firm line down your slit from behind. You gasped as the tip of his tongue circled your clit.

“Fuck, Elias,” you breathed out hard.

He laughed against your clit, vibrations making your eyes roll back, and slapped your ass as a reward that made you yelp. He’d teased you so much, starting with that dark suit he wore to dinner that he knew you loved so much, that you were embarrassingly close so quickly. You loved seeing Elias between your thighs, but something about this angle and the fact that you had no warning about any of his movements was making you fall apart so quickly for him.

“Elias, I’m so close,” you mumbled out.

“Already, sweetheart?” he mumbled against you. “Good girl.”

Your comment meant you were rewarded with two of his long fingers sliding into you easily, so easily he added a third finger and you cried out, hands yanking at your restraint, desperate to grab onto something in a poor attempt at relief. His lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked hard, making you curse out his name. Your face dropped down into the couch cushions and Elias’s hands on your hips kept you steady as your orgasm hit you. Your body tensed under his hands and he rode out your orgasm with you, tip of his tongue slowly dragging back and forth across your clit and fingers slowly pumping in and out of you. You let out a loud breath when you came down from your high. Except Elias had a different idea. His fingers picked up the pace again and he let his teeth graze over your clit, making you scream out his name.

“Elias, fuck!”

He didn’t stop, his fingers and his mouth unrelenting as he worked your already sensitive core. It was so much, too much really, but your body was following his lead, as always, letting him work you right back up to your high. You tugged at the belt around your wrists. You could feel where you were definitely going to have bruises tomorrow, but nothing other than how overstimulated you were was getting through in your brain. You felt your second orgasm right on the edge, so incredibly close to your first one that you were already whimpering and whining into the couch cushions.

“Elias, more,” you begged out between moans. “I’m so close. More.”

One of the reasons Elias knew how to get you to scream his name so quickly was because he took direction and took it well. He sucked your clit roughly into his mouth and let his long fingers curl down before humming softly with your clit in his mouth, the vibrations sending you right over the edge for him. He milked your orgasm slowly, relaxed his mouth on you and just let his tongue slowly run between your slit, fingers straightening inside you to slide in and out of you easily. You cursed when he slid his fingers out of you, and again when you heard the familiar pop of his fingers leaving his mouth after cleaning them off.

“So good for me, sweetheart.”

He kissed the small of your back, creating goosebumps as his hands slid up your body. His mouth worked slowly up your spine, leaving soft kisses every few inches. He lifted your hands out of his way when he reached them and you thought he would free your hands, but he simply dropped them back into place against your back.

“Your wrists okay?” he breathed into your ear after kissing over top of your shoulder. “If they hurt too much, I can undo it.”

There was Elias, the single most caring man who you had ever known in your entire life. He kissed your shoulder gingerly, soft blonde hair dancing across your skin. You nodded, then spoke because all questions during sex required a verbal response.

“I’m good. I’m so good, ‘Lias,” you told him, voice thick and blissed out.

He laughed lightly against your skin, kissing your shoulder again, “Good because I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart. Get up.”

Elias placed his hands on your waist and helped pull you to your feet. It was a little hard to stand up without your hands after all. Elias spun you around to look at him and he smiled the way he always smiled when he looked at you, like you were everything he ever wanted. He pressed a searing, deep kiss to your mouth, which made you moan into his. His hands reached up to your bra, pushing the delicate cups aside to run his thumbs across your sensitive nipples. There really wasn’t anywhere on your body that wasn’t sensitive because of him right now. He smirked in appreciation at the strangled moan that left your lips when he ducked his head down to take one of the sensitive peaks between his teeth and pinched the other between his thumb and index finger.

You wanted more than anything to run your fingers through his hair, but you just tugged harder on the belt wrapped around your wrists and huffed in frustration. Elias smiled around your nipple and gave it one hard suck and the other a hard pinch, making you gasp, before pulling back. Without warning, he grabbed your hips and switched positions with you, spinning you on your heels to face the windows overlooking that view you loved so much. Elias pressed his bare chest to your back, then slowly guided you forward until your body pressed against the cold glass, making you gasp at the temperature difference between your warm body and the glass.

“Elias,” you breathed out, pressing your cheek against the glass in order to speak to him.

You didn’t get an answer. Instead, you just saw his boxers slide across the floor to your left and felt his warm hands on your hips, pulling them back slightly from the glass, angling you against it. You gasped when you felt two of his fingers reach out and slide down your slit, letting him line himself up. He paused, one hand wrapped around his cock and the other on your hip, giving you a silent second to think.

“Elias, please,” you breathed out. “Please fuck me.”

You didn’t have to tell Elias twice about anything. He pushed into you quickly, filling you in one smooth thrust until his hips pressed against your ass. He didn’t give you a second anymore, not that you needed it after everything he did for you earlier. He pulled almost all of the way out of you before crashing his hips back to yours, making you crash against the glass roughly and curse between closed teeth as you shuffled your heels on the hardwood to find a balance. Elias steadied you with a firm hand on his hip as he picked up his pace.

“Elias, fuck,” you choked out as he fucked you roughly, fingerprints leaving bruises on your hip.

“You feel so fucking good,” he breathed out between his thrusts. “You look so good for me like this, with fucking city watching.”

No one could see you up here, but fuck if it wasn’t making your heart race at the view in front of you and the fact that you felt like someone might see you. Elias slid his free hand over your conjoined wrists, looping his fingers around the belt to pull you back from the window for a moment. The angle wasn’t deep enough for Elias and he dropped the belt in favor of sliding his hand around and up, until his fingers wrapped gently around your throat. You whimpered and pressed your throat forward into his hand, begging with him to add pressure. Elias was more than happy to oblige, long fingers tightening around your throat and slowly using it to force you into arching your back. Your chest pressed more firmly against the glass and your head tipped back in response to the added constriction on your throat and the pull from his arm. The pressure of his hand on your hip kept your lower half in place as he continued to fuck up into you from behind and his hand on your neck was constricting your breathing just enough to send your eyes rolling back, the combination of everything and the new depth he managed to get making you breathless.

“Elias, holy fuck,” you groaned as he dipped his hips just a bit lower to hit just the right spot inside you.

You tugged at the belt again, something you knew would be fruitless but couldn’t help doing anyway. Elias dropped his head down to your ear, lips grazing the shell of your ear with each thrust.

“Are you going to cum around my cock for me, sweetheart?”

He spoke between closed teeth, his energy expended on trying so hard not to finish before you. Elias knew it was a long shot when he said it; he usually needed to drop a hand to your clit to get you to finish with him, but sometimes, like you felt like tonight to him, if he was hitting all the right places and you were overstimulated enough, he didn’t need to in order to pull you over the edge with him. You were so close. Elias could feel your body clenching around him. He tightened his hand on your throat just a little more, a little harder than he normally did and bit down on the shell of your ear roughly. The sudden combination was enough to push you over the edge and send Elias over with you as you tightened around him so well. His hips slowed as he rode out his orgasm with you, hand dropping from your throat to your other hip to steady himself as his knees buckled slightly. His head dropped to your shoulder as he came down with you, lips pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder when he finally did.

“Holy fuck,” you groaned. “I’m going to be so sore tomorrow.”

Elias laughed against your shoulder, kissing you again softly there, before pulling back to slide out of you. You hissed as the loss of him and his left hand rubbed your hip softly, comfortingly so. His hands left your skin to undo the makeshift restraint around your wrist. You cursed when he finally loosened it, the rawness of your skin and the stiffness in your wrists becoming glaringly apparent then. You pushed yourself back from the glass, eyes going to your wrists and you grimacing at the marks prominent on your skin. You were still staring at them as you turned to face Elias, causing you to miss the wincing on his face when he saw them too

“A little worse than I thought,” he mused softly as he took your hands in his. “Maybe we should wrap these up after a shower, yeah?”

“I think I’ll be okay, but a shower sounds nice. You made a bit of a mess after all,” you teased him softly, referring to the stickiness between your thighs now.

“You made a mess all of your own first,” he sang softly, bringing your hands up to his mouth to kiss them gingerly. “I’ll start the shower, yeah?”

“Sounds good,” you smiled up at him.

He kissed your hands softly again for dropping them to head toward the bathroom.

“Elias?” you called out to him, making him stop and turn to look at you again. “Happy birthday, baby.”

A lazy, wide smile came across his face as he looked at you, eyes running over your body appreciatively, lingering on his favorite spots and enjoying the absolutely undeniable marks on your wrists, unkempt hair, and bruised lips that showed just how good of a job he’d done just now. “Most fun birthday gift I’ve ever unwrapped. I think we should make it a tradition. What do you say?”

You nodded softly in agreement, “I think I can work with that.”

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brock-boeswhore · 3 years

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there NEEDS to be more nils höglander please, i’d read anything about him at this point🥺🥺

Unexpected丨Nils Höglander

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: You attend a Vancouver Canucks backyard summer party and meet the Canucks rookie for the first time, what will form when playing a classic childhood game?

A/N: Höggy is so underrated on here, it’s insane!! And this is my very first fanfic, so of course it’s gonna be about the little Swedish pepper pot!! Thank you so much Anon for helping me kick off this blog in style!! <33

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It was a beautiful summer day in Vancouver to throw a backyard party, and that’s exactly what Holly and Bo Horvat decided to do. The boys had just been eliminated from the second round of the Stanley Cup Playoffs and with the off-season and the possibility of trades looming, they had decided to get everyone together one last time before everyone went their separate ways during the summer. Most of the Canucks players and their significant others were hanging out in Holly and Bo’s backyard with drinks in hand. And being extremely close friends with 2 of the Canucks young guns, Brock Boeser and Quinn Hughes, meant that you had been introduced to the players and their better halves a long time ago. You had grown close with many of the players and their significant others, particularly Elias Pettersson who had quickly become one of your many close friends. All of the ladies had welcomed you as an honorary WAG and you never looked back.

So here you were hanging by the pool wearing your favorite blue summer dress that grazed the ground with a White Claw in hand. You were walking around with Belle, Quinn’s girlfriend, by your side introducing her to everyone for the first time. She had a very bubbly and loving personality, just like you, which made it very easy for her to get along well with everyone. At some point the newlywed, Micaela Gaudette, and Holly had joined the two of you, as you all discussed your summer plans. It wasn’t long before the topic of conversation shifted to something a lot more lighthearted and goofy. Micaela had shown the three of you the video from her wedding where Adam attempted to give her a lap dance but proceeded to kick her in the face. This caused Holly to double over in laughter grasping onto Micaela’s arm to steady herself, while Belle let out a lighthearted giggle not feeling extremely comfortable about laughing at her newfound friends but finding the video hilarious. You on the other hand had thrown your head back in pure laughter and delight.

Unbeknownst to you the newest Canucks rookie had entered the backyard and joined Elias, Quinn, Brock, and Bo. The five of them watched on with amusement written on their faces as the 4 of you all laughed while looking at something playing on Micaela’s phone. Bo and Quinn watched with pure love and adoration at how happy their significant other looked, while Brock and Petey made mental notes to tease you on how you had reacted. Nils was absolutely captivated with how the sun hit your face and your body and how your laugh and smile brought out your seemingly carefree persona; everything about you entranced him and made him want to introduce himself to you.

The laughter between the 4 of you eventually died down and when it did, the group of boys had joined you all with Quinn walking behind and wrapping his arms around Belle. Brock shot you a look with a light chuckle over how smitten Quinn looked around Belle, while Petey came up from behind and wrapped you in a hug while he rested his chin on the top of your head in an attempt to silently make fun of your height. It’s then that you took notice of the brunette and how he had a light scowl etched on his face, you offered him a light smile in hopes of brightening his mood and it seemed to have worked. Eventually just about everyone at the party had joined your group and indulged in a group conversation. You and Nils had started to drift away from the large group in hopes of being able to formally introduce yourselves.

“Hey I don’t believe we’ve actually met before, I’m Y/N! You must be the infamous Nils Höglander, I’ve heard a lot of great things about you from all of the boys, especially Brock and Petey” you exclaimed cheerfully.

“Oh yup that’s me! It’s great to meet you Y/N'' he replied with a gentle smile on his face. “So ughhh you’re dating Petey right?” he asked you as politely as possibly not wanting to come across as jealous.

“Oh my god nope I’m definitely not dating Petey, I’m not dating anyone actually. I’m just here cause I’m really close with just about everyone.” You replied with extra exaggeration on the word ‘definitely’ when you had mentioned Petey’s name.

Nils wasn’t able to respond to your remark before Brock called you both over, but he did offer you a genuine and toothy grin while you made your way over to where Brock was standing. The group had decided on a large game of hide of seek. The only rule was that if you were a hider you could run and hide anywhere public within a 3 mile radius of Bo and Holly’s house. The seekers ended up being Thatcher, Brock, Petey, Micaela, Holly and Quinn. They had decided to give you all a 3 minute head start, and with that everyone took off their separate ways except for you and Nils who had opted to stick together for the round. You had lifted the skirt of your dress so that you could run easier without it dragging and slowing you down, and Nils chuckled at your actions which, in turn, caused you to laugh as well.

You and Nils eventually found the perfect hiding spot on the side of an abandoned building that was just within your given boundaries and shared a little giggle, but there was a shimmer of adoration towards the other in both of your eyes. At that exact moment you both heard Brock rounding the corner, you froze and stared at Nils with your eyes wide and jaw dropped. However Nils had a much better reaction than you as he grabbed a hold of your hand and led you towards some large empty trash bins which you both hid behind. After you had both caught your breath following the sudden scare you started to hear Brock getting closer and closer to you both yet again. And as it turns out Nils, ever the dork, isn’t exactly the best at keeping quiet because the next thing you know he’s busting out in a fit of giggles while tears start to trickle out from his eyes.

While you’re turned to Nils trying to shush your dork of a friend who’s currently collapsed on the floor from his laughter outburst, Brock stealthily rounds the corner of the garbage bins and sneaks up behind you while he yells out a very thunderous “BOO!” Which resulted in you letting out a terribly high pitched shriek.

“Y/N/N WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO, WAKE UP TORONTO?” jokingly yelled Brock who’s now in the middle of a laughter fit with you and Nils.

“I swear everyone back at the house could’ve heard your ear-deafening shriek…. EEEEEEE” Brock wheezed out before he mimicked you.

At this point Nils is still on the ground and absolutely losing his mind, and you and Brock both share a look because you just know there’s no bringing him back to reality anytime soon. So Brock then starts to lift Nils off of the concrete so the 3 of you can start to make your way back to the party, and once Nils is on his feet he grabs ahold of your hand and starts a light conversation as you all start to make your back to the party with Brock trailing closely behind not wanting to ruin your shared moment with his teammate.

Once you get back to the party everyone is already there and waiting for the three of you. There’s a healthy mixture of hoots and hollers because you and Nils passed through the backyard gate hand in hand, and snickers because as Brock had previously sworn- your shriek was heard at the Horvat backyard party. After everyone FINALLY let you and Nils live down your public show of affection and your soon to be infamous shriek, the party went on as normal but not without you exchanging numbers with the Swedish rookie and planning your first real date!

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jockrightsnow · 4 years

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most devastating brock petey moments?👀 i feel like pain today

there are many to choose from so here are my favorites! nonexhaustive, of course!

so: i feel like most of this is well-tread ground, but the most devastating moments almost always are. the seminal texts of baseline brock and petey moments everyone has to know about: hat video plus the dice and ice video. if you don’t care at the end of that, We Are Not The Same.

starting from the beginning: brock and petey met at development camp, and brock thought petey was mean! this is crucial. now brock says it is just because petey didn’t understand what was going on, and now they’re best friends.

this is also important leading into point 2: petey being bad at english gave brock unfriendly vibes, but now brock knows him well enough to finish his sentences and helps him with english. this kills me. you can see it in several interviews--for example, here petey’s struggling and brock finishes his sentence and petey says, “brock! with the assist!” which is very cute. This is paywalled from the athletic, but brock said petey “was this quiet, shy kid at first. It took me a while to get him to open up to me but once he did, I could see what a great person he is.”

the worst part is when brock says, “But I do have to speak for him sometimes now. That’s because I know exactly what he’s thinking. He just can’t get it out right.” you know exactly what he’s thinking??? okay!

petey donating his ASG winnings to parkinson’s charities in honor of brock’s dad WITHOUT TELLING brock! dude! brock says petey often asks him about his family, etc. and genuinely cares about how he’s doing, and petey does clearly think about it.

minnesota with brock. this is hurtful for several reasons: 1) brock invited petey to minnesota with him 2) petey didn’t go--he was “”busy”” winning the calder 3) when brock missed camp because he still didn’t have a contract signed, petey visibly missed him and talked to the media at length about how much he did and then threatened to drive to minnesota to go get him! and then had the audacity to say he was sad brock signed because he wanted to go to minnesota and visit him! i do think minnesota with brock will happen eventually, i think it’s virtually impossible it does not.

there was talk (unfounded!) that the canucks were shopping brock, so we get this truly horrible knowledge which is that petey made it known he would be “absolutely furious” if the canucks did trade brock.

they both hate fishing but love boats. i just think this is funny given they are two of the only vocal anti-fishing voices in hockey but both of them are such Lake Guys. synchronicity.

the time petey’s shot hit brock in the back and brock cried on the bench and petey went over to comfort him and then later told the media he was just telling brock to get out of the way of his shot. either 1) that’s true and very funny and still very tender and characteristic or 2) he was actually being nice and deflected to media so he wouldn’t have to talk about being nice. both kill me.

#there are so many more but if this was ten minutes of writing and research. imagine how long the rest of it would be.#i just pulled these from my dumb lil fanfic works cited scratchpads so imagine how many more moments are out there #brock boeser #elias pettersson

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slapshot-to-the-heart · 3 years

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deck the halls

Hi everyone, Merry Christmas if you’re celebrating! Here’s nothing but straight fluff for Petey, hope you all like it! Major props to @hockeyboysiguess for not only getting me to simp for him but also being so wonderful when I’ve needed someone to encourage me to finish, and for everyone else who’s let me bounce ideas off of them or yelled at me in my inbox to get it done. As always, please let me know what you think of it, I love hearing feedback - comments, reblogs (I always read the tags) and inboxes are so so welcomed!

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You could tell something was wrong the minute that you walked through the door, into the living room of your boyfriend’s apartment. It was the first week of December, a time when most houses in the city — and the city itself, for that matter — decked the halls with tinsel, baubles, and cut-out paper snowflakes. You were no exception; really, your love for the season exceeded even the gaudy holiday displays in the windows of department stores, trying to entice passers-by to buy into their “annual-sale-that’s-not-even-a-sale-because-prices-are-so-inflated-anyways” sale. You lived and breathed Christmas as soon as it hit December 1st. Poorly but lovingly-decorated sugar cookies were delivered to your friends and neighbors, tinsel and ornaments hung from every surface imaginable in your apartment, Michael Bublé blasted 24/7. So, aside from those who didn’t celebrate, you expected everyone else to act accordingly. And if their version of Christmas didn’t include pounds of icing and a metric fuckton of ornaments, well then that just wouldn’t do.

So when you crossed the threshold into Elias’ living room, entirely bare and devoid of anything even remotely resembling Christmas cheer, you were more than a little shocked. You supposed you hadn’t quite been paying attention much last year, your first Christmas as a couple five or so months after you had gotten together. Probably still stuck in the honeymoon phase, you thought with a grin. Though, to be fair, you really still were in the honeymoon phase with Elias, after nearly a year and a half of dating. Which wasn’t to say you didn’t have your disagreements; you weren’t a perfect couple, of course you didn’t always see eye to eye on everything and got annoyed with each other on more than one occasion, but that same sense of wonder and unfeigned giddiness that came with a new relationship hadn’t left yet. And honestly, you weren’t sure it ever would. You certainly didn’t want it to. So when you looked in his living room and didn’t see any lights hanging, no tacky-but-heartwarming wreath of Christmas cards, no tree, you didn’t react with anything but sheer disbelief. You looked to the kitchen, but there was nothing. Dining room? Not a roll of wrapping paper to be found, no piney scent wafting through the air from some Glade plug-in you got on sale because the smell from the tree alone just wasn’t cutting it. How could someone live like this?

Elias walked into the room, his hair still damp from a post-practice shower, and flashed a smile at you, kissing you briefly before pulling back and looking at the dumbfounded expression still plastered on your face. “Everything okay?” he said, waving his hand in front of your eyes. “Did they mess up the order or something?” Oh, right, order. You had almost forgotten about the food in your hand, the entire reason you were coming over to his apartment in the first place. Lunch.

You quickly shook your head. “No, everything was fine. Your Pad Kee Mao, my green curry.”

He took the bag from you, placing it on the counter as he opened the cabinets and took out two plates. “You sure nothing’s up? You look like you saw a ghost.”

You gestured around the apartment. “There’s...nothing here?”

His brow furrowed. “What do you mean there’s nothing here?”

“No decorations,” you explained. “No lights, no ornaments, no tinsel, no tree? It’s like you didn’t even know it’s Christmas, Elias.”

Elias rolled his eyes. “I forgot about your Christmas obsession.”

“Obsession?” you asked, one eyebrow perched in question.

“Love for Christmas?” Elias tried.

“Better.”

He shrugged. “I have a couple things in the closet, I’ll probably pull them out soon. There’s a string of lights, a little stuffed Santa Brock gave me last year, a tree that’s about this tall,” he gestured at his waist. “Christmas is a thing back home, obviously, but it’s not as...hyped up? Emphasized? As it is here.”

“Such are the pitfalls of capitalism,” you mused.

Elias nodded, digging through the drawers for forks. “And plus, we’ve got Saint Lucia’s Day, so that’s definitely where the more Swedish-specific traditions come out.”

You let out a groan. “I can’t get over the fact that you have a fake tree. It physically pains me.”

“It’s much more practical,” Elias said, trying to justify himself. “You don’t have to water it, it’s not going to drop needles, saves you money in the long run.”

Your eyes almost rolled into the back of your head. “Seriously? You sound like a grandpa, Lias. And it’s not like you’re exactly hurting for money.” You suddenly looked at Elias, your eyes so laser-focused that it startled him for a moment. “I’m going to make you love Christmas.”

He sputtered. “It’s not that I don’t like Christmas, I just have never much been into all of the extra stuff that goes along with it.”

“I won’t allow it,” you said, shaking your head. “Eat your Thai, we’re going to a tree lot.”

The tree

Thirty minutes later, you pulled into a tree lot in South Vancouver. You put the car into park, looking over at Elias. “I take my tree shopping very seriously, as you’re about to see. They’ve usually got some kind of chart or whatever at the front to show you the different kinds of trees you can get—“

Elias cut you off. “I’m going to stop you there. Different kinds? There’s not just, I don’t know, the generic Christmas trees, what are they...firs or whatever?”

You huffed, blowing a piece of hair that had escaped from under your Canucks beanie, one of the first gifts Elias had given to you when you had started dating. “Well, of course there are. But there’s noble firs versus douglas firs, versus blue spruces, versus white firs, versus white spruces, so if you don’t know what you’re looking for it can actually be pretty overwhelming.”

“I can see that,” Elias said dryly. “So what’s the difference between them?”

“Size and color, mostly,” you replied, “but also things like the shape of the branches, how much weight they can hold, even what they smell like. This place has a ton of different ones, so we can walk around and you can figure out what you like.”

Elias lasted about ten minutes before turning to you with a blank expression that caused you to break out in raucous laughter. “I don’t know what I want. I thought I did, but there’s hundreds of trees here,” he gestured wildly, “and they’re all wrapped up, so you can’t even really see them, and all I know is that I want a Christmas tree that looks like a Christmas tree.”

You smiled at your boyfriend. “That’s not nothing, Lias. I think we’re actually getting somewhere. So you want a more classic look, big and fluffy?” He nodded. “Okay, then we’re probably going to want to go with a noble fir or grand fir.”

“How did you learn all this?” Elias asked.

“Trial and error,” you said. “And as for the netting, I think I can fix that.” You pulled your Swiss army knife out of your pocket, wiggling it at him. “It’s the way my dad always taught me. You find one that looks good, give it a good rip and make sure it’s the right shape and that there’s not a crazy amount of space between the branches.”

“Because we wouldn’t want that.”

“You’re learning!” You said, laughing. “No, we wouldn’t. Because even if you’ve got a lot of ornaments, it can still look weird and throw off the whole vibe you’re going for.”

Elias ran his hands against the branches of one of the trees. “I don’t have that many ornaments. Some, yeah, but not a lot.”

“Don’t worry,” you said, squeezing his hand. “Lord knows I’ve got enough, we can stop by my place on our way back and grab what I’ve got left over.”

He dipped his head in agreement. “Sounds good.”

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Three hours later and you were standing on a chair in Elias’ living room, tongue sticking out of your mouth in concentration as you tried to fix the star to the top of the tree. Elias’ hands were wrapped gently around your waist, looking nervously up at you. “You sure you don’t want me to get it?” he asked.

You shook your head, pumping your fist when you finally got it balanced on top, hopping down to the floor. “I’m good!” Elias had a few ornaments from team parties and events — nearly all of them branded with some form of the Canucks logo — and a handful from back home, the same popsicle stick, glue, and tempera paint creations that dotted your own preschool memories. You had picked up lights from your apartment, plugged them into the wall, figured out half of the bulbs were dead, fixed them, and then finally draped them across the tree branches, hanging a box of your own ornaments alongside your boyfriend’s.

Elias slipped one arm around your hips, pulling you into his side as the two of you stood back and admired your handiwork. “I like this,” he murmured.

“The tree actually did turn out pretty great,” you agreed.

“You sound like you had so little faith in us,” Elias said, a smile on his face. “The tree does look great, but I was thinking about this. Us, being together, decorating a Christmas tree. Starting traditions. It feels right.”

You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder, turning to kiss his neck. “It does.”

The baking

Christmas didn’t stop at a tree for you. Oh no, not even close. Elias’ tree was decorated, his living room and entryway hung with tasteful amounts of tinsel and only slightly cheesy wall hangings — he particularly liked the ‘Eat, Drink, and Be Merry’ — that you had dragged him out to the nearest Canadian Tire for. It was all nice to admire, but for you, the real fun started when you fired up the oven and flipped on the stand mixer.

Elias had been gone for a few days on a brief road trip through California, and you had gladly taken up that time to stock up on any and all possible ingredients you’d need for your annual Christmas baking haul. Elias had a nicer mixer than you did, and his oven had an extra shelf, so with his blessing you had all but set up shop in his kitchen. A good chunk of your time outside of work had been spent running out to Sobey’s, driving back to Elias’ apartment, realizing you’d forgotten something, and having to do it all over again.

But you loved it, you really did, even when his counters were covered in bags of flour, tubes of icing, and three types of sugar, and his fridge had somewhere north of five pounds of butter. You heard Elias’ key in the front door; it swung open and you heard the familiar thump of his duffel against the hardwood floor. “I’m hoooome,” he called out.

You let out a quick giggle, walking around the kitchen to greet him in the entryway. “Welcome back, babe. How was the trip?”

He shrugged, raising an eyebrow at the outfit you had on; you had put on your trusted old apron, the floral print slightly faded over the years and with more than one stubborn vanilla stain that just didn’t want to come out, but you loved it all the same. “I mean, you saw it. Two wins, one loss. Could have done better, I really don’t think we should have dropped that game against the Kings, but it happens. You started yet?”

“Just about to,” you said, squeezing his hand. “I’d love an assistant if you’ve got the time.”

“For you?” Elias said, kissing the top of your head, “Always.”

Elias creamed the butters and sugar while you sifted the flour, turning around to grab the eggs. You handed two to him. “This seems like a lot of sugar,” Elias noted, peering into the mixing bowl.

You shrugged. “It’s a double recipe. There’s got to be enough for us, plus the team — I’ll cry if they don’t eat them, so I’m not against you threatening bodily harm if that’s what it comes to — plus some extra for me to take into work this week. So,” you picked up the bottle of vanilla extract, “lots of cookies.”

It wasn’t just cookies, though; you made somewhere north of 60 sugar cookies, but Elias was once again dumbfounded as you heaved a cardboard box out of one of the many bags you had picked up earlier in the week. “What’s that one?” You spun the box around so he could read the label. “Gingerbread house? Isn’t that mostly for little kids?”

You gasped in mock offense. “I can’t believe you would dare say such a thing, Elias. But yes, typically it is a kid thing. I love it, though. I’ve done one every year ever since I can remember, and they’re so much fun. Genuinely.” You tried, for one year and one year only, to make your own gingerbread; but, as much as you genuinely loved baking, it turned out to be nothing short of a spectacular mess. It wasn’t the Great British Bake Off, as you kept trying to remind yourself when the gingerbread puffed up too much and got too soft while simultaneously burning on the edges, but you had nonetheless been a little deflated as you ran to the grocery store to get a box kit. You tried to look on the bright side, though. One less thing to go wrong in the litany of the day’s bad possibilities. So, you no longer felt guilty about going out to the shop to get a build-your-own box. And besides, putting the house together and decorating it truly was 90% of the fun of the whole thing.

Elias held his hands up in surrender. “Didn’t mean to make you upset,” he said with a smile. “I do what the chef tells me.”

You pushed his hair back with one hand, the other handing him a tube of royal icing. “You, my love, have the honor of making sure this house doesn’t fall down.”

“I think I can do that,” he replied easily.

You really should have had more faith in your boyfriend, you thought as you looked at the completed gingerbread house. He had put just the right amount of icing on; not so little that the walls would simply fall down, but not so much that it would take forever to dry and still be too precarious to decorate. And decorate you did, mini M&Ms lining the roof to double as Christmas lights, a tree piped next to the front door, frosting and shredded coconut snow on the roof and floor. You stepped back to look at the finished product, curling into Elias’ side as he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. “We did pretty good, didn’t we?” you asked.

“We did.”

The morning

There were many reasons you were grateful that the NHL didn’t operate like other major league sports, with games on Christmas day. It gave a much-needed break after the incredibly fast-paced nature of the first few months of the season. It also gave some time to gain a sense of normalcy for the players and their families; as normal as it could be, you supposed. They could do the same last-minute shopping as other families did, set out milk and cookies with their kids on Christmas Eve. They could attend a service on Christmas Day, invite family over to spend the holiday — as Elias had done the year prior, with his parents flying in from Sweden — or sleep in the morning of. The latter of which you and Elias chose, his bare chest pressed up against your back as you lay in his bed, a well-worn Tre Kronor jersey draped across your body. You twisted over to press a soft kiss to his lips. “Guess what today is?” you asked cheekily. You knew he knew, it wasn’t as if you hadn’t spent the entire month counting down the days and making damn sure he was as informed as you were.

Elias let out a light laugh. “Merry Christmas, baby.” He threw back the sheets. “I’m going to go and get the coffee started, take your time.”

It was Christmas, though, and you were you. You weren’t about to take your time when it was December 25th. You made the bed somewhat haphazardly, padding out to the kitchen to wrap your arms around Elias’ waist as he set the coffee maker to brew. It didn’t take long, and you had just enough time to turn on the Christmas music and carefully curate the morning’s playlist before he was walking out to the living room, holding two steaming mugs of coffee. “Thanks, ‘Lias,” you said, taking your cup as the two of you sat on the floor with your stockings. “Dig in,” you said, gesturing to his while blowing on your coffee to cool it down. “No use waiting.”

He shook his head at you, the edges of his mouth curled in a smile that let you know that no matter how much good-natured ribbing he gave you about your love for the morning and, honestly, for all things Christmas and wintery, he loved that you had let him into a part of your life that you were so excited to share. You had taken a trip to the Swedish candy shop that Elias loved so much, the place was a little out of the way but you’d do anything to give the man you loved a little taste of home for the holidays. Elias laughed when he turned his stocking upside town and tipped it out, the sweets mixed in with some new stick tape and wax he had been mentioning he was running low on. “The team’s got some spare stuff, but I like it a certain way,” he had said earlier in the month, and with a little digging and a call to Brock, you had figured exactly which hole-in-the-wall hockey supply store to drive out to for his favorite kind, the only brand that would do for Elias Pettersson.

He had filled your stocking with your favorite kind of candy and a few boxes of film for your Polaroid. You laughed when a box of chapstick fell on top of the candy. “You’re always losing them,” Elias said, a poorly concealed grin on his face, “or leaving them somewhere, so I figured more couldn’t hurt.”

You could barely stop laughing. “It’s perfect,” you said in between giggles. “Seriously, though. I can never have too many, and it’s sweet that you noticed that.”

Like any kid, you had always loved getting to open presents on Christmas, and as you had gotten older, you’d learned to enjoy the experience of shopping for other people. But you and Elias had agreed that you didn’t want to make Christmas an incredibly elaborate or expensive affair; the more you had to buy, the more you had to stress over what to choose, the less you would enjoy the holiday itself. So Elias gifted you a book you’d been eyeing, then you gave him a leatherbound journal and a pen. You unwrapped some nice lotion and candles, handing him a navy blue wool scarf. Elias had recently gotten into puzzles — you’re not sure who introduced him, but you had a sneaking suspicion it was Brock — so you got him a 1000 piece puzzle of the snow capped mountains of Banff. “Figured it’d keep you busy for a while,” you said. He squeezed your hand in appreciation. You opened up your last present, sliding out a pair of tickets from an envelope. Two concert tickets to someone you’d been dying to see for years, but you’d never been able to snatch up in time. “How’d you pull this one off?” you asked, delicately holding the tickets in your hand, the envelope they came in long forgotten on the floor.

“I tried to get them online when they went on sale last month like everyone else, I stayed on my laptop for something like an hour but nothing showed up. So then it was plan B. I called someone who called someone who knows someone at Rogers, told them the situation and that I wanted to surprise my girlfriend, and they made it work. I try not to name drop too often, but if it’s for you, I’ll do it,” he explained.

You leaned over and kissed him, your hand resting against his jaw. “Thank you, babe. You really didn’t have to, but...It’s going to be amazing. We’re going to have so much fun.”

“You better,” he replied, reaching around the tree to pull out a tiny box from between the branches, one so small you wouldn’t have noticed it if you didn’t know there was something to be looking for. Your heart nearly stopped, and you looked up towards Elias with an expression that was equal parts overwhelmed, panicked, and nervous. “I’m not proposing,” he said quickly. “It’s not a ring.”

You let out a breath of relief. “Oh my God, good.” Now it was your turn to backtrack. “I wouldn’t have been upset if you were proposing, we know we both want that in the future, but it would have caught me a little off-guard.”

Elias nodded. “And I get that. I definitely don’t want to be giving you a heart attack when I’m trying to ask you to marry me.”

“That wouldn’t be good.”

“It wouldn’t. I’d definitely rather have an alive fiancée than a dead one. But,” Elias said, turning over the box in his hands, “I’ve thought a lot about this too, and I’m as sure of this decision as I am that I’m going to propose to you one day.” He finally handed it over to you, gesturing for you to open it. “It’s been nearly a year and a half since we’ve been together, so I figured it’s about time — past time, really — that we make it official, have you bring over the two pairs of pants or whatever that aren’t already on your side of the drawer, stop having to drive the twenty minutes home at midnight after we fall asleep together during a movie marathon. About time we move in together.”

You let out a soft gasp, holding the silver key delicately in your hands, in between two fingers as if it might shatter into a million pieces if you dared grip it any tighter. “And you’re sure about this, ‘Lias? I’d love to, but only if you’re sure too. I don’t want you to feel backed into a corner about anything just because it’s what everyone else is doing, or seems like the ‘next step’ for us as a couple, or —”

Elias cut you off with a kiss, closing your hand over the key. “I’m positive. And I’m not doing this for anyone else other than us.”

Even though you were sitting on the living room floor, you spoke your next words as if you were breathless. “When can we start?”

“We can start whenever you want, baby. The sooner the better,” he answered.

Your eyes met his. “One more question,” you asked. He nodded. “Did I do it? Did I make you love Christmas?”

“Mission accomplished, baby.”

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dripkingpetey · 3 years

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“But I’ve never told you that before.” with Petey from the prompt list!

“But I’ve never told you that before.”

The guys had once again dragged you over to Brocks apartment so you could supervise them while drinking, last time they drank without a sober person there didn’t go very well.

You knew if you didn't go they would probably do it again so you quickly thew on a hoodie and put on some slides before sighing and leaving your apartment. Surprisingly they weren’t drunk yet so you took a quick look around to apartment to see who you had to be supervising tonight. “Okay its just Brock, Elias, Quinn and Jake I’ll be able to handle them.” You mumbled to yourself before a tipsy Brock came up to you and gave you a big hug. “Thank you for coming.” He smiled and gave you a kiss on the head. “Yeah, yeah whatever.” You laughed looking at him.

The guys were playing video games so you found yourself outside, on the patio by yourself. But that quickly ended when you heard Elias come outside and joined you. “Shouldn’t you be playing video games or whatever boys do?” You gave him a soft smile and peeled your eyes away from the book you were reading. “It got boring so I decided to come hangout with you. Plus, I brought you something.” Elias sat down beside you and passed you a little black bag which had your favourite chocolates and the softest blanket you had ever seen. “I knew the guys would probably get a little crazy tonight so I brought you your favourite things.” He chuckled, waiting for you reaction. “But I’ve never told you that before.” You smiled and thanked him with a hug but didn’t pull away. “I know I don’t talk much sometimes but I’m pretty observant.” Brock quickly ruined the moment by coming outside. “Petey come do shots with us!” You laughed at them and pulled away from Elias while mouthing a quick ‘thank you’ before he went back inside.

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Déjà-Brew – E. Pettersson

Here a little fic I wrote for @ryngrvs birthday celebrations!! I chose the bingo strip of: ‘unrequited love’, ‘handwritten notes’, ‘mutual pining’, ‘you make me better’, ‘golden retriever x black cat’.

I had a lot of fun writing this and creating all the little things that went into it, and I’m definitely indulging in the fantasies of my teenage barista self. And yes, I definitely fudged the Canucks schedule for November. I hope you enjoy this C! Happy birthday 💛

Summary: Elias Pettersson walked into a coffee shop one morning and met Joanna.

Word count: 8.2k

Warnings: light angst, fluff, pining

Elias was restless. He had a call scheduled with his agent first thing this Monday morning, 9am, but it was only 6am and he couldn’t sleep. It was ridiculous really, that on a rare day off training, his body woke up anyway, but here he was wide awake with no hope of slipping back into sleep. There was no point just lying there, staring up at the ceiling either. So with a sigh and a brief close of his eyes, he pushed himself upright, reluctantly kicking the warmth of the duvet away. A brief run outside would be productive at least, right? And he could definitely zone out enough to not have to wake up fully. It was better than lazing around and he could absolutely use it to humble-brag to his teammates later – perfect.

By the time he stepped outside into the brisk September air, Elias did regret trying to be proactive a little bit, but it was too late now. He’d committed to it, and it would make the trainers happy if nothing else. So he set off, music providing the perfect backdrop to drown out the sparse early morning commuter traffic, leaving him to lightly jog down the streets of his neighbourhood in an eerily empty bliss. He knew he didn’t spend enough time exploring his surrounding area, noting the cafes and bars and restaurants in passing that he didn’t recognise, all of them still dim in the grey morning light. Maybe he should do this more often – coming out and seeing the world while it was relatively empty, cementing his place in the city that he hoped to call his own for a long time to come.

He ran and he ran and he ran, losing himself in his thoughts until his watch beeped loudly, telling him he’d run a full 3 miles; 45 minutes had flown by, without evening realising it. Elias winced as he slowed down to a stop, realising he was a long way from his apartment now, and turned around with a quiet groan to start the journey back. The sun was starting to rise now, just around 7am, so he knew the world would start coming alive soon, something he was hoping to avoid. It wasn’t that he didn’t love the fans, especially the little kids who were always so happy to see him, but at this time in the morning it was the last thing he wanted to do, to make polite small talk when he was only thinking about coffee and breakfast.

Actually, coffee wasn’t a bad idea.

By the time he’d made it back to his neighbourhood, to the cafes and bars and restaurants he’d passed earlier, he noticed one little light on. A coffee shop – exactly what he needed. Déjà-Brew. Huh, a pun he didn’t automatically hate. That was something new. And it only 7.30am, so it was too early for anyone other than office commuters to be around, which was even better.

Elias found himself slowing down to a stop outside the shop, turning his music off and tugging out his headphones, noticing there were barely any customers. Perfect. He’d been hoping for, and expecting, the warmth that hit him like a wall as he opened the door, the familiar scent of freshly-ground coffee beans, the cosy armchairs and rickety tables, and the splashes of colour in the artwork across the walls.

What he wasn’t expecting was the beaming smile that greeted him the moment he walked through the door.

“Good morning Sunshine!”

That…that was a lot of pep.

“Um, hello?” he offered, a lot more hesitant that he expected.

The girl behind the counter just laughed, smile staying present, and tilted her head, copper hair shining in the bright lights of the store.

“What can I get for you, on this beautiful day?”

Still cheerful, still upbeat, still smiling. And as he walked up to the counter, he noticed exactly how beautiful that smile was, matching the person wearing it. That was a weird thought. But it was true, all the same.

“A large cappuccino?” he asked, saying the first thing that came to mind.

“Sure thing! What name, and is that to have in or take out?”

“Elias. Take out. I’ve got to get back to a meeting,” he admitted, a little sheepishly.

What had prompted him to say that? He didn’t even know this girl…and yet here he was, blurting out things that she didn’t need to know.

But she just giggled, nodding. “Rather you than me – thank you for stopping by our little store anyway!”

Elias found himself smiling softly as she scribbled down the order on the side of the cup, her good mood infectious, something which he was sure was one of the main reasons she was at the register this early in the morning. The girl passed the cup over to her colleague to start making the order, before ringing up his total.

“That’ll be $4,” she said, that pretty smile still in place.

He handed over a $10 bill. “Keep the change.”

It was the least he could do, right? To say thanks for putting him in such a good mood? Especially since it wasn’t always such an easy feat.

“Awesome, thank you! Your coffee will be ready soon, and you can pick it up just down the end there.”

He just nodded, earning another beaming smile back, leaving him a little stunned in the best way as he shuffled down the counter to wait. He watched as she immediately put the change in the large tip jar on the counter, humming happily to herself even as she whipped out a cloth and wiped over the surface on her side that didn’t need wiping. Endlessly optimistic, a positive energy he’d only seen from Brock on his good days, and he wondered how much of it was real. Even just thinking that, he knew he was at least a little wrong for doubting her positivity, because as far as she knew no-one was watching her, and there she was carrying it out – so it wasn’t for show. Who was this girl? What was her deal? What was it about her that made her occupy his thoughts like this?

“Large cappuccino for Elias?”

He tore his gaze away from the girl behind the counter, hoping there wasn’t a tell-tale blush on his pale cheeks, and stepped up to retrieve his coffee. But what he saw written on the side stopped him in his tracks. Other than his name and his coffee order, there was an extra message…just for him?

image description: handwritten note, have a wonderful day! with a drawn cartoon sun.

“Just so you know, Jojo really is that cheerful 100% of the time. It’s genuine.”

A deep voice startled him out of his thoughts, making Elias glance back up at the counter to see the male barista who’d made his drink looking at him in amusement.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Elias murmured.

The barista just laughed, nodding his acknowledgement, before leaving Elias to glance down at the cup one last time. Jojo. A beautiful name to match a beautiful smile and beautiful face. Okay now he was just being ridiculous. What was it about this girl that had him so intrigued? Whatever it was, he couldn’t get caught up in it right now – he really did have to get going. But maybe he could come back? That wouldn’t be too weird, right? It wouldn’t do anyone any harm if he came back to see her again, right?

As Elias walked out of the shop, he caught eyes with the pretty girl – Jojo – behind the counter again, finding himself smiling slightly as she waved goodbye, and it was all he could do to raise his coffee cup in salute as he walked out the door. Maybe a little bit of positivity like that would be good for him, every now and again.

And damn, the coffee was good too.

Joanna watched the coffee shop door close with a small smile on her face, replaying that adorable dorky little salute over in her head. That wasn’t the interaction she’d been expecting this dreary Monday morning, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to complain.

“Of all the people you could’ve served this morning, it had to be Elias Pettersson,” Carl mused.

She glanced up at her colleague, raising an eyebrow at the grin on his face.

“What’s so bad about that?” Joanna frowned, “You were the one who actually made his coffee?”

“He’s famous? And cute as hell? And you just acted as if he was anyone else?” he laughed.

Oh, she knew who he was. She wasn’t blind – and this was Vancouver. But why wouldn’t she treat him like anyone else?

“He wasn’t here for a team thing. He wasn’t even wearing any merch. He was literally being just a normal person coming in for coffee,” she shrugged, “I wasn’t going to make him feel awkward about that.”

“Only you, Jojo. Only you,” Carl teased.

Joanna rolled her eyes, smiling fondly, and just shook her head. While she watched hockey like any other Canadian, she wasn’t a superfan – Carl on the other hand absolutely was – and even then, she wasn’t going to treat poor Elias like an alien just for the crime of existing in the coffee shop she worked in. Aside from the fact she was only working part-time around her college classes, Joanna actually quite liked working at the shop; she’d been there since she was 16 so she had the routine down well, she adored her ridiculous co-workers, and she loved the opportunity to brighten someone’s day just by smiling and greeting them. Maybe it wasn’t much to some people, but it was more than enough for her.

And if Elias Pettersson became one of those people whose day she brightened? Well, then she wasn’t going to stop any time soon.

“Howdy partner!”

Elias found himself back at the coffee shop two weeks later, now in the first week of October, unable to come in before this Monday morning with training and the roadtrip schedule. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the barista, her copper hair and beautiful smile, even to the point where Nils and Brock teased him about his abnormal spacing out, but he’d refused to admit what – or who – occupied his thoughts. No, this was something he wanted to keep for himself, while he was still processing his thoughts about it all. About her. Was he stupid or creepy or weird for not being able to get someone he’d only met once out of his mind? He hoped not. Even so, when he realised he had the Monday morning free, he’d made up his mind to go back to the coffee shop ahead of training later in the morning, not needing the excuse of running. If nothing else, the coffee was damn good. That was how he justified it to himself anyway, rather than letting himself feel like a weirdo for hoping for the chance to see her again.

But there she was, bright smile and cheerful greeting.

“Howdy?” he mused.

“Eh, I’m trying something new this week,” she shrugged, unphased.

There was just something about her optimism that lifted his mood.

“You can’t win them all,” he said simply.

She gasped dramatically, hand clasped over her heart, earning laughter from her colleagues and a small smile from him. Adorable.

“You are a tough guy to win over – I’ll remember that,” she grinned, “Large cappuccino, right? Elias?”

Heat flared on his cheeks at her teasing – he loved that about her, that she made him feel so comfortable – and she remembered his order? After only one time?

“Yeah, that sounds great, thanks,” he nodded.

She hummed to herself as she scribbled the order onto the cup, passing it along to the girl standing next to her before she looked back at him.

“That’ll be $4,” she said, smiling.

He passed over $10, same as the previous time. “Keep the change.”

“Thanks! That’s so kind of you,” she said cheerfully.

Elias didn’t think it was anything particularly kind that he’d done, but he wasn’t going to complain if it got her to smile at him like that. He moved along the counter to wait for his drink, same as last time, and in no time at all the girl behind the coffee machine called out his name. Just as he’d hoped, there was a message written in the pretty cursive handwriting from before.

Image description: handwritten note, in case no-one said it today – you’re great!

Elias let out a soft laugh, a small smile spreading across his lips at the little message. Yet again, the barista’s positivity was infectious. What did the male barista last time say her name was? Jojo? No, it felt weird ‘knowing’ her name when she had never told him it herself. The normal thing to do was to ask her himself, right?

Thankfully there was no other customers at the counter, and she was still standing there by herself, so Elias walked back down to see her, a knot in his stomach that he was trying to ignore.

“Thanks for the message,” he mused.

“Ah, just a little something to make your Monday morning a little brighter,” she shrugged, although a pleased flush dusted her cheeks.

So cute. So ridiculously cute.

“I bet everyone appreciates it,” he added.

She seemed to hesitate for a moment before smiling wryly.

“I don’t write them for everyone,” she admitted, blushing a little harder.

She didn’t? So he was an exception here? Well, that was good to know. Very good.

“In that case, I should probably ask the name of the girl who makes me smile on a Monday morning,” Elias said smoothly.

She laughed, but in a way that he knew wasn’t at him.

“Joanna. Most people call me Jojo,” she said sweetly, smiling up at him.

Joanna. Even more beautiful. While the confidence was still with him, he smiled properly at her, earning a wide smile back.

“Nice to meet you, Joanna.”

“Nice to meet you too, Elias.”

The sound of the coffee shop door opening broke him out of the little bubble they were in, and he cleared his throat, taking a step back to find a sense of normality again. What was it about this girl?

“Thanks for the coffee. See you soon?” he asked hopefully.

Idiot. Of course he’d see her if he came in here while she was working. Idiot.

“Yeah, see you,” she nodded, still smiling.

Well at least she wasn’t laughing at him going from smooth to foolish. That was something at least.

She felt like she was on cloud nine. Joanna could only smile to herself as she wiped over the counter after Elias left the shop – he’d actually come in again! And he’d talked to her, even asked her name! It was stupid feeling so giddy after such a short conversation, but damn it he was cute, okay?

“So that was interesting.”

Joanna turned her head to look at her colleague, smile still on her face even as the customers she’d just served moved to a table to sit down. Carl, her usual Monday morning co-worker had swapped his shift with Jessie, the barista who usually worked Tuesday through Friday, so Joanna still knew her well – even if it through her usual routine off, it was still nice to see a friendly face this early in the day.

“What was?” Joanna asked.

“I haven’t seen the two of you interact before, but Carl was right – he’s definitely interested,” Jessie mused.

Of course Carl was gossiping. “He’s not interested. Why would someone like him ever look at me twice? I’m nobody.”

Oops. That came out a little more self-deprecating than she’d intended it too. Not that she was wrong, but still.

Jessie pursed her lips, shaking her head. “Baby, no-one holds a conversation that smoothly if they don’t think you’re cute. And you are not nobody – you are Jojo, queen of the cash register and future empress of sociology. He’s lucky to get those cute little messages from you on his cup, let alone the time of day.”

Joanna blushed, shaking her head.

“You know who he is,” she said, voice soft, “Next to him, I’m literally nothing.”

“And yet he smiled because you treated him like a normal guy. Own that. If nothing else, it’s a bit of flirting to liven up your Monday,” Jessie shrugged.

She was right. Jessie was so right. Joanna had never been someone who viewed the world so negatively, and she wasn’t going to start that now.

“Yeah, that’s true. I can own that,” Joanna said firmly.

“Damn right you can,” Jessie laughed. “Now, where did Carl put the oat milk?”

Halloween was both the joy of her year and the bane of her life. Joanna loved the fact that she got to dress up and have some fun with her friends watching spooky movies – in fact, she and a few of her college friends had a standing tradition for after her shift – but it also meant that she had to dress up at work.

So there she was, waving in Carl as he arrived to start his shift at 7am, both of them dressed in full pirate regalia. That was the theme this year; all the people who worked on Halloween decided on co-ordinating outfits, as a fun way to pass the time. Last year they’d decided on superheroes (and Joanna had made a killer Black Widow, if she said so herself), with the previous years including greeks and romans, cheesy 90s romcoms, and even Ghostbusters. It was the only thing that made the working on the day of Halloween worthwhile – even if it took her a little while to get used to all the stares that people sent her.

But she powered on, trying to ignore the fact that she was dressed a little ridiculously. It was Halloween, after all, and she knew for a fact that a good proportion of their customers would probably be wearing costumes at all, so at least that was something to look forward to.

Speaking of things to look forward to…Elias. He’d been in one other Monday this month since he’d asked her name – why Mondays, she still had no idea – but seeing him for a third time this month? Amazing.

“Ahoy matey!”

Oh wow, that one was bad, even for her. But Elias just laughed, immediately smiling at her, and all of a sudden it didn’t matter that she was wearing a tri-corner hat and a billowing white shirt. Funny how that worked.

“Ahoy to you too. You guys are really into Halloween huh?” he said, glancing around at all the decorations they’d put up this morning.

“Oh you have no idea. This is pretty tame for us – and at least the theme could be worse?” she mused.

Elias laughed again, nodding his agreement, leaning on the counter with his elbows as he smiled at her. “Yeah we’ve had some pretty bad group costumes. One year was the Shrek characters. Another year was Minions.”

Damn, yeah okay, she had definitely gotten off lightly with pirates then. Although knowing Elias, he probably pulled off whatever costume he’d worn. Cute as hell – Carl had been right saying that the first time he’d come in.

“Alright, you win,” she giggled.

“It got us a few laughs and a lot of smiles, so it was worth it,” he shrugged, although his cheeks flushed with a light pleased pink.

How sweet.

“Are you having your usual?” she asked, smiling up at him.

“Yeah, go for it,” he nodded, smiling back at her.

Joanna swung her copper braid over her shoulder – still not used to having it out of its usual high ponytail – humming to herself as she scribbled down today’s message. Hopefully this would put a smile on his face too. While Carl made the large cappuccino, Elias stayed up by the cash register, the two of them making small talk about past Halloween experiences, Joanna fully taking advantage of the lack of early customers to take these little extra moments with him. It was things like this that got her through the day, a smile like his on such a pretty face, and the fact that he was willingly talking with her rather than moving along? Well that made all the difference.

“Here you go.”

Carl’s amused voice broke them out of their conversation, Elias taking the cup from her colleague with a dry laugh.

Image description: handwritten note, smiling at strangers never goes out of style.

Elias looked over at her with a little grin, making her let out a breathy laugh even as she allowed herself to indulge into melting into a puddle at the warmth of his gaze.

“You are incredibly sweet, you know that right?”

“Oh, it’s nothing really,” Joanna said, feeling her cheeks heat up in a blush regardless.

“I don’t think you realise how much of an impact you have on people,” Elias shrugged, leaning casually against the counter as he smiled at her.

What a smile it was.

“And yet she’s single as hell, such a shame.”

Joanna flinched at the sound of Carl’s passing remark, cheeks flaring now as she glared at his retreating back, wishing the ground would just swallow her up. It was bad enough that she was dressed as a pirate, but he had to tell Elias of all people that she was single? Why?!

“Their loss.”

“What?” she said, looking back at Elias.

But he just shrugged, still smiling that sweet small smile at her. “All those guys who don’t realise how amazing you are. It’s their loss,” he said simply.

Oh wow.

“Working here as well as taking full-time classes takes up all my time, if I’m being honest,” she said, trying to regain at least a little of her dignity.

“Makes sense,” he mused, “what are you studying?”

She stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out why he was interested in that kind of mundane information, but his intense gaze didn’t change at all. He really was asking her about herself…to get to know her better? Well, she wasn’t going to waste this opportunity.

“I’m studying sociology at UBC. There are so many different aspects to it, like gender equality to law to race and discrimination, and I just love it,” she admitted, smiling shyly now.

It wasn’t often that people asked her the finer details about her life, especially not people like Elias, so the fact that he was still smiling at her after her explanation? Well, that felt good. It felt really good.

“Sounds like you get to do a little bit of everything that actually matters in the world – I can see why you love it,” he said warmly.

And there go the butterflies in her stomach, swirling a merry dance.

“Exactly that! Gives me a chance to narrow down what I want to do with my life, and now that I’m in my final year, I’m excited to see how it goes,” she grinned.

In truth, she was leaning towards going into counselling, having loved the aspects of those modules in particular, and she did have an internship already in place for this summer as she was graduating…so she could only hope that her grades continued to take her on the path she wanted to journey on. It was a little scary, if she was being honest, knowing that all too soon she was going to be released out into the world with no safety barriers around her – but that’s also what made it so exciting. She was going to get to explore a brand-new adventure that she genuinely enjoyed, so what could be better than that?

And if that fantasy included Elias by her side while she took that next step? Well, that was between her and her daydreams, wasn’t it?

“I’d better get going, as much as I’d rather stay here talking to you. You’re much more interesting than most the people I know,” Elias said dryly.

His faux-reluctance made her laugh – like she could compare to his teammates, really – earning a little pleased smile, and she waved him goodbye as he exited the shop. Maybe one day she’d find the courage to flirt with a little more intention with Elias, take that chance on a guy like him – could it be worth it?

Joanna’s words, her simple sweet words on his cup, paired with that brilliant grin she sent him as she was talking about her degree, played on his mind the whole drive to the arena, and he found himself unable to stop the smile on his lips even as the team pulled a stupid Halloween mascot jump scare prank for their social media channels. At least he didn’t shriek, just flinched, but even then he could tell the people running it were surprised at his smile as he walked away.

Nothing was going to change his good mood today. Not even a dumb prank. He’d held a full proper conversation with Joanna, finally, and he was finding out more and more about her each time he saw her. He loved it, loved that he was getting to know her so organically, and the fact that she was still taking the time to write those little messages for him? It was everything to him. And now he even knew that she was single too. Even if it was all one-sided infatuation on his end, and she was just being friendly, having these little moments with her made him feel like nothing ever had before. So yeah, he was smiling – he couldn’t help himself, and he didn’t care.

“Okay is this another prank?”

Elias broke out of his thoughts to see Nils and Brock standing in front of him, making him crane his neck up to look at them where he was sitting in his stall in the locker room. Even Thatcher and Quinn were watching him curiously from their own stalls, sending a stab of panic through him that he quickly tried to repress. They knew nothing. And they would continue to know nothing.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Elias said dryly.

“I mean, that’s more like the Petey we know and love…but smiling to yourself like that? What’s gotten you so happy this morning?” Brock teased.

“Hearing you shriek like a little kid at the jump scare?” Elias said, raising an eyebrow.

Brock’s cheeks flushed as the few guys in the locker room laughed, but he was undeterred, like Coolie with a bone. Damn it.

“I bet it’s the same reason he’s been spacey for weeks,” Nils smirked.

“You’ve been spacey? Are you okay?” Quinn asked worriedly.

Oh no. Not the Quinn Hughes puppy dog eyes. Those things were lethal.

“I’m perfectly fine, thank you. I just…”

He trailed off, knowing that if he admitted that he’d met Joanna that he would never hear the end of the teasing.

“Oh man, Petey met someone,” Nils grinned.

Damn it.

And when he didn’t immediately correct his countryman, the 4 men around him all grinned, making Elias groan. Perfect, just what he needed.

“Who is she?” Brock asked, eyes wide with excitement

“Or he. No judgement,” Thatcher added.

That man was a blessing. Not an accurate blessing, in this case, but a blessing all the same.

So Elias sighed. “She. I’ve been going to a new coffee shop and she works there.”

Cue the immature coos and fluttering eyelashes. His teammates truly were the worst.

“So Petey has met a cute barista and is getting his flirt on. Cute!” Nils teased.

“No, no flirting,” he said quickly.

At least, only that little bit of smooth-talking today? That didn’t count, right?

“No flirting? Come on, a pretty boy like you isn’t going to flirt with a cute barista?” Brock laughed.

His laughed stuttered as Elias kicked him in the shin, but that just earned snickers from his other teammates.

“She doesn’t flirt, she’s just being nice,” Elias muttered.

Their laughter abruptly cut off, only making him groan again.

“Oh buddy that can’t be true,” Thatcher frowned.

“You wouldn’t be smiling like that if there wasn’t something there,” Quinn agreed.

If only he could wrap Quinn Hughes in a blanket and protect him from the world.

“He’s right – we all know your smiles, and that was a rare one,” Brock said, as serious as he ever got.

Was that an insult? He wasn’t sure at this point.

“It’s nothing. There’s nothing to talk about,” Elias said shortly.

Thatcher pursed his lips, Quinn smiling sadly at him – only making Elias cringe internally – but Brock and Nils just frowned.

“If you want to talk about it, you know where we are,” Nils said firmly.

Yeah, right.

“But don’t give up just yet, bud. If your time with her is making you smile like this, then I would bet that it’s making her smile too,” Brock added.

He walked over to his own stall after clapping Elias on the shoulder, Nils going to his own too, leaving Elias to his thoughts. Could Brock be right? Joanna was such a bubbly smiley person as it was…but was there a chance he made her smile all by himself? Was there hope after all?

The weeks kept passing, and every Monday he was able to, Elias went into Déjà-Brew. He didn’t know why he made it a habit of going only on Mondays, especially when he had other days free when he could go to, but even though he spoke to Joanna a little more each time he visited the coffee shop, he still hadn’t plucked up the courage to ask her what other days she worked. All he knew was that Monday mornings were definitely her opening shift, and that Monday mornings in the shop were the quietest days, so if he could guarantee getting at least a little of her attention on his on that day then he was going to stick with it.

It made sense in his head at least anyway.

Elias managed two visits in the first few weeks of November, more than any other month so far (at least that he’d had the courage to do), and he found his thoughts growing more and more consumed with the little snippets of information he’d managed to gain about her. Joanna was 21 years old, studying sociology at the University of British Columbia, had two younger brothers she adored, had lived in Vancouver her whole life, and her favourite colour was forest green. And those were just the immediate details. There were dozens of little facts about her he was collecting like a dragon with its hoard, and he savoured them all. He knew that he wasn’t sharing as much as she was, but he still found himself talking about his family and how much he missed home in Ange, and she seemed to grow in confidence in asking him about himself too. It was everything, everything he didn’t know he needed, and Elias found himself coveting those few minutes with her when he was able to get them.

And there was the fact that maybe Brock and Nils were right after all – while Joanna was always already smiling when he arrived to the coffee shop, her smile seemed to kick up a few notches the moment she saw him, which was something that made his own traitorous heart beat that little bit faster. He knew he needed to find the courage to do more than just talk to her in passing, needed to take that next step, but there was that niggling voice at the back of his head that told him not to ruin this easy friendship they already had. Was it worth risking everything if she was just being friendly? Was it worth spending so much time caught up in his head when hockey should be his 100% focus? Was he just being ridiculous and delusional in the first place?

How was he supposed to tell? And what was he supposed to do about it?

No, he needed to stop being so stupid about this. They were just talking – there was nothing bad about that. Those little moments on Monday mornings were something he treasured, and considering that Joanna seemed just as happy to see him as he was to see her, he wasn’t going to ruin that for him. For either of them. He just needed to keep his head cool, not get over the top or overwhelmed with it, that was all. He could do that at least, right?

The Monday after Thanksgiving weekend was always a little quiet, in Joanna’s experience, and this year it was no different. She’d only served a couple of customers since opening an hour ago, and already she knew that today was going to be a long day. She could feel it, in her bones, and she found herself hoping for something to liven up the day. At least Carl would be joining her any moment, no doubt full of hilarious family drama stories, so she could handle the last 15 minutes on her own before he arrived. Hopefully.

Within minutes, the door opened, and she desperately tried to ignore the way her heart started beating that little bit faster. Elias.

“Sup, homeslice?”

When Elias just mumbled as hello in response, Joanna winced. Maybe not her finest greeting.

“That one wasn’t a winner, huh?”

It was only then that Elias seemed to process her words.

“Oh no, it’s really not you. I had a rough day yesterday,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Ah yeah, overtime loss. Must’ve felt pretty rough,” she grimaced.

A few of the staff from the coffee shop went over to Jessie’s last night to watch the game, Joanna included, and they’d all watched the frustrating game on the edge of their seats. It had been a tough game to watch, if she was being honest, so she could only imagine how he felt.

“You watch hockey?”

The confusion in his voice confused her.

“It’s Vancouver? Hockey is a must?” she mused.

“You know who I am?” Elias said softly.

Ah, okay, now she got it. Did he really think she didn’t know?

“Was I not supposed to?” Joanna teased.

His pale cheeks flushed, making her smile softly.

“No I, uh, I didn’t mean to be arrogant. You just…never said anything,” he winced.

Bless his heart.

“Well I figured you were coming in here as just Elias, not Elias Pettersson number 40 for the Vancouver Canucks. So I didn’t think you’d want to be fawned over, when you were just being you. Was I wrong?” Joanna asked.

She didn’t think she’d been reading him wrong all this time. But had she? He’d seemed so normal…

“No, you’re not wrong at all. No-one’s ever-”

His words were cut off by the door opening and two women walking in, new customers that ended their privacy, Carl appearing behind them as well. It had been quiet all morning and now people had to come in?! No-one’s ever…what? Treated him like a normal human being? No, this wasn’t the time for it, whatever he was about to say. Time to get back to reality.

“Are you having your normal cappuccino?” Joanna asked, smiling softly.

“Yeah, thanks,” Elias nodded.

Joanna chewed her bottom lip as she scribbled on the order, hesitating before writing today’s message. Hopefully she wasn’t coming across as too forward. Hopefully she wasn’t being too much. She stayed silent as she quickly made his cappuccino, Carl still signing in for the day, as Elias moved along the counter, but she kept glancing over at him, watching his exhausted figure as closely as she could. When she finally put the lid on the coffee cup and passed it over, she didn’t move away from her spot, waiting for Elias to pick up his coffee order with bated breath.

Image description: handwritten note, stop to take a minute and breathe, with a drawn heart.

His cheeks flushed a light pink again, and he immediately looked over to her, smiling softly in a way that made her heart skip a beat.

“Thank you, Joanna,” he murmured.

“Any time, Elias,” she murmured in response.

She ignored Carl standing next to her as she watched Elias walk out of the shop a little hopelessly, butterflies making havoc in her stomach.

“Oh Jojo, you’ve got it bad,” Carl teased.

“You have no idea,” she sighed, moving back to the register.

Elias slumped down onto Brock’s sofa as soon as he arrived at his house, ignoring Nils staring at him from across the room as Milo immediately curled up next to him, head resting on his thigh as Coolie curled up by his feet. If the dogs could tell something was wrong with him, then there was no doubt that Nils and Brock would too. Not ideal. But then again, why had he come over to Brock’s if he didn’t want a little comfort?

“Well don’t you look a picture of positivity?” Brock mused, passing him a cold beer.

Elias took it without a word but didn’t take a sip, just picking at the label instead.

“Oh it’s even worse than I thought,” Nils murmured.

Elias wasn’t sure if he was meant to hear that or not, but either way he didn’t respond.

“Okay buddy, out with it. What’s happened? It can’t be the overtime loss yesterday, right? Like, I know it was rough, but it wasn’t that rough?” Brock prompted, sitting down next to him.

Neither dog moved, making Elias smile minutely, but he just shook his head. “No, it wasn’t the game.”

Nils hummed sitting down in the armchair on his other side, leaning forward on his elbows to look at Elias critically for a few moments.

“It’s the coffee shop girl, isn’t it?” he eventually said.

There was no teasing in his tone, no jokes to be made that would’ve riled Elias up, but he still sighed, finally taking a sip of the beer that Brock had given him.

“Oh Petey, she didn’t turn you down, did she?” Brock winced.

Hah, that would require Elias to actually ask her out.

“I didn’t ask her out. It’s just…she’s so sweet. And kind. And smiley and positive and happy, and I don’t think she’s interested in me at all,” Elias mumbled.

There it was, all out in the open, vulnerable for his two closest teammates to see. It made him a little nervous to expose himself like that, if he was being honest, but it was done now. He couldn’t take it back. All he could do was avoid their eyes and focus on giving Milo the attention he deserved.

“Why do you think she’s not interested?”

“Her colleague said that she’s super positive and friendly 100% of the time. That was one of the first things I learned about her, so I don’t know if it’s just me reading into things wrong,” Elias explained sadly.

At this point, Elias didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t. His head was swirling with all the interactions they’d had, and he hated that he couldn’t trust his gut instinct, couldn’t believe all the wonderful conversations they’d had. What was wrong with him?

“What aren’t you telling us?” Brock said softly.

“What?” he said, frowning.

“What’s caught your eye about this girl that you haven’t mentioned before?” Brock said, “There’s something, I can tell.”

Elias chewed his bottom lip absent-mindedly, before deciding to just tell them everything. What could it really hurt, at this point.

“Joanna writes messages on my coffee cups. Like, sweet little phrases, just to make me smile. And she told me herself that she doesn’t write them for just anyone. And we’ve been talking, more and more each time I’ve gone in there – she’s so smart, and sweet, and kind, and she’s just so interesting. But I don’t know if I’m just creating this fantasy in my head because she’s kind of perfect to me.”

He lifted his eyes to see Brock mouthing the word ‘perfect’ to himself, eyes wide like he was a little stunned. He didn’t bother looking over to Nils, dreading his reaction to his outburst. It wasn’t like he talked about his feelings like this on a normal basis, and to be honest, he was kind of regretting talking about it at all.

“Maybe she’s just hard to read? Like, you’re really difficult to read and your face is full of the exact emotions you’re feeling all the time,” Nils suggested.

Was that an insult? He wasn’t sure at this point. It wasn’t like he could hide his resting bitch face, but he didn’t think he’d been doing that around Joanna.

“I don’t think she’s hard to read,” he sighed, “But maybe I just suck at reading how people truly feel. Vancouver is different to Ange. People act differently here.”

Wasn’t that the truth.

“Petey, have you even actively flirted?” Brock asked, raising an eyebrow.

“What?”

“You are a bit of a grumpy cat,” Nils agreed, “Maybe you think you’ve been flirting but she doesn’t know you’ve been flirting.”

He cursed the day that Nils discovered North American memes.

“Bud, you’ve got to make a move,” Brock said firmly, bringing Elias’s attention back to him.

“Oh my god it’s her place of work. I’m not going to be a creep,” Elias shot back.

But Brock just rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “Not like, grab her and kiss her because, ew, consent. I meant like, making a statement. Doing something bold.”

Elias pursed his lips in a frown, mulling over Brock’s words as he took a sip of beer to buy himself some time to think. Doing something bold? Like what? He wasn’t exactly a bold move person – he was chill, cool, casual, no pressure. Something like that was the opposite of his usual persona…but maybe Joanna was worth pushing the boat out? Especially after such a sweet message this morning?

“What could I even do?”

The grins that spread over Nils’ and Brock’s faces sent an unsettled pang through his body, but he ignored his flight response just this one time.

“Okay, so I have some ideas…”

Halfway through December – well, the 11th – and it was officially two weeks too long since Joanna had taken a chance on being vulnerable with Elias, since he found out that she’d known who he was the whole time. The more time that passed, the more she regretted every moment of that encounter, especially the little heart she’d put on the cup. It was beyond unprofessional, even as friendly as the two of them had gotten, and she hated the thought of him avoiding coming into the shop just because she’d been dumb for a few minutes.

Was she thinking too much into it? It wasn’t like he’d done anything other than lightly flirting with her – he could’ve just been passing the time of day, not slipping into dangerous feelings territory like she was. And even just thinking like that made her cringe, made her feel like an idiot, but she couldn’t help it. All she ever wanted to do was make people smile, and the thought of Elias potentially feeling too awkward around her now? No, she couldn’t face that.

All she could hope was that he would eventually come back into Déjà-Brew, to give her a chance to get them, and herself, back to a bit of normality. Was that too much to ask?

Thankfully, while she was still working out the front of the shop by herself just before 7am, Elias walked through the front door, hesitant smile on his face. Okay, play it cool. She could play it cool, just be friendly, be her usual positive cheerful self. It wasn’t that hard.

“What’s up buttercup?”

Aggressively normal. Ouch. By the slight crease in his brow, even Elias could tell that her positivity was a bit forced this Monday morning, and Joanna internally grimaced for even feeling like she had to overcompensate for how vulnerable she got last time he came in. But what else could she do?

“Are you having your usual cappuccino?” she asked, smiling a little less intensely.

She wasn’t sure why she had to ask that. He always said yes, always said the same thing. But it just felt like part of the routine they had, and she didn’t want to change of that if she didn’t have to. She just wanted things to be normal.

“Yes. But, um, I have this now,” Elias murmured.

He seemed to hesitate slightly, before he pulled a reusable to-go cup out of his coat pocket. What was all of that about not changing routines? About being normal?

Joanna felt her heart break a little bit as she looked down at the to-go cup he’d placed on the counter in front of her, realising he didn’t want her handwritten note this time. That’s what this was about, right? Message received. She didn’t think that she’d crossed the line last time – he hadn’t seemed offended or awkward with it – but clearly she’d crossed a line. Message received. Silently, she picked up the travel mug, biting her bottom lip in humiliation…until she noticed there was already a note on a sticky label on the cup.

Image description: handwritten note, I like you a latte.

Her lips parted in surprise, not daring to glance up at the guy in question. He specifically wrote this…for her to see? He wrote a coffee pun, just for her?

“It was a close call between you mocha me smile and where have you bean all my life?”

His voice broke her out of her stunned thoughts, and she finally looked up at him to see him smiling shyly at her.

Oh.

Oh wow. That…that was unexpected. Wow. Butterflies dared to dance in her stomach, excitement soared through her blood, but she tried valiantly to push them down.

“You really put the effort in there, huh?” she said, smiling softly back at him.

“You’re worth the possible soul-destroying rejection,” Elias mused, shrugging.

Rejection?

“What?” she asked, confused.

Elias sighed softly, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck, before he took a shaky breath. “I know that I’m hard to read, and maybe I’ve been watching too many CW shows with Brock, but I figured that if I don’t take a shot here then I’m an idiot.”

“Elias…” she breathed, trailing off.

He just smiled wryly at her, cheeks a little flushed but seemingly undeterred.

“You make my Monday mornings better. You make me better. And I really hope I’m not reading things wrong and being a pressurising creep in your place of work…but would you like to go out with me some time?”

Her lips parted in surprise, but that didn’t stop a wide smile spreading across her face.

“Oh my god. Wow. I, uh, absolutely,” she said, nodding, laughing a little incredulously, “I would definitely like to go out with you.”

Did she just say that? Did she really just say that?

The look of relief that spread across Elias’s face made her smile even more, and as he sent her a beaming smile back, her heartbeat started to race. No wonder he smiled like that so rarely – it was a danger to society, clearly.

“Really?” he asked, sounding like he didn’t quite believe his luck.

What a ridiculous notion.

“Really,” she nodded, her smile a little shyer now. “I never thought someone like you would ever been interested in regular old me.”

“Well regular old me, I’m Just Elias in here, remember?” he mused.

She laughed at his teasing smile, nodding at the use of her own words.

“Alright Just Elias, it’s a date,” Joanna said happily.

As he passed her his phone for her to input her phone number – and wasn’t that a concept she never imagined happening – she ignored Carl smugly collecting money from their colleagues, too consumed with the giddiness of Elias actually asking her out. He asked her out. She was going on a date with Elias Pettersson. No, Just Elias, just Elias the guy that made Mondays her favourite day of the week.

“There, now you have my number too,” Elias said, smiling sweetly at her.

Joanna smiled sweetly back at him as her phone buzzed in her pocket, just nodding.

“I look forward to seeing what you plan for our date,” Joanna said, taking a chance on flirting a little harder than usual.

The intensity in Elias’s gaze made butterflies tease at her stomach.

“I look forward to taking you on your last first date,” he said smoothly.

That concept, paired with his slight smirk, made her head spin and the butterflies riot. Now she really couldn’t wait for their date. “That’s a pretty bold statement, Elias,” she said softly, smile tugging at her lips.

“Being bold got me your number, didn’t it?” he mused, although his cheeks flushed slightly.

She couldn’t argue with that. Both of them stepping out of their comfort zones had gotten them where they were right now, and quite honestly, she was thankful for it. Never had she so openly flirted with anyone, and she could imagine he rarely took the chance that he had taken with her. So if being bold was the way to go? Well, she couldn’t wait to see what happened next.

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tessisawriter · 4 years

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Night Changes (Elias Pettersson)

Request: 72 with Eias Pettersson 🤩🤩

A/N: Lightly inspired by One Direction’s “Night Changes” (link here).

Warnings: One swear word, angst

Word Count: 1.4k

The minute you walked into Elias’ apartment, you sensed something was off.

“El? Where are you?” you called as you closed the door behind you in the foyer and put your backpack down on the floor. Being a second-semester junior at UBC was hard enough with all the work, but your back and neck were feeling the strain from the many textbooks in your bag. When you turned around, you found Elias standing in the living room. He was wearing a Canucks t-shirt and sweats, his usual attire, but his mannerisms were off: instead of smiling, he was just staring at you.

You walked up to him and laughed as you waved your hand in his face and said, “Earth to Elias!”

Elias’ lips curved up into a slight smile. “Hey,” he said, but he sounded odd.

“What’s wrong? Bad day at practice?”

“No.”

You raised your eyebrows. He was acting so weird, and you’d be damned if you didn’t get to the bottom of it. “Seriously, El, what’s the matter?”

“Nothing! Why don’t you just leave me the fuck alone, Y/N?”

You flinched, shocked by his outburst. You had been best friends with Elias ever since he arrived in Vancouver almost two years ago, and not once had he raised his voice at you. It was his polite and kind manner that caught your attention when you first met.

You had been sitting in the travel section at the bookstore at the beginning of your sophomore year reading a book about Sweden when you heard someone speak.

“Sweden, huh?”

You looked up and found a boy about 19 or 20 years old with white-blonde hair and blue eyes looking down at you. You couldn’t help but stare, and you blushed when he raised an eyebrow to get your attention. “Uh, yeah. I’m thinking about going there for winter break.”

“You’re in college?”

“Yeah, I’m a sophomore at UBC. You?”

“Oh, I…I’m not in college.”

“You’re in high school?” You were horrified.

“No, no, I’m 19,” he replied hastily. “I’m Elias, by the way. And you are?”

“Y/N,” you said. “So if you’re not in college, what do you do?”

“I came here to play hockey, from Sweden, actually.”

You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something about him intrigued you so much that you overcame your shyness and said, “These guide books suck. Do you want to maybe have coffee in the café and tell me more about Sweden?”

He smiled at you. “Yeah, that sounds great.”

The two of you ended up sitting at the café talking for hours that day. You quickly learned that you had a lot in common: you both liked to travel, were on the quieter side but still friendly and naturally empathetic, and most importantly, neither one of you was from Canada. Elias had moved to Vancouver only a few weeks earlier to play for the Vancouver Canucks in the NHL, and you moved from New York the previous year to attend UBC. While you had a few friends from school who were very nice, they were either from British Columbia or Alberta, so they didn’t understand what it was like to move 3,000 miles to a new country. Elias was the first person you met who could truly relate to your unique situation.

“Why Vancouver?” he asked while you sipped your tea at the café.

“I have a bunch of relatives from the Pac Northwest,” you replied. “They’re much more relaxed than the people on the East Coast, and I found myself wanting a change in lifestyle and country.”

“Where do they live?”

“All over the place. Portland and Salem in Oregon, San Francisco in California, and Seattle and Vancouver in Washington State…”

“There’s a place called Vancouver in Washington?” he interjected.

“Yeah, it’s right across the river from Portland. Weird, I know.”

“So all of your relatives live in the States?” he asked, and you nodded in response. “Then why did you move to Canada?”

You had to give it to him: Elias was perceptive. “Seattle is the new Silicon Valley,” you explained, “and it’s more established. Did you know that most places in British Columbia weren’t even on the world map in the 1920s?”

“Really?” he seemed genuinely surprised.

“Yep, it’s true. I needed a fresh start, and Vancouver seemed like the right place for me.”

It turned out you were right not only about that, but also in taking a risk and initiating a friendship with Elias in the bookstore that day. In each other, you found the missing piece that allowed you to build happy lives in Vancouver, and the two of you quickly became inseparable. Elias welcomed you into his social circle, and many of his teammates were your friends just as much as they were his. Since you weren’t used to the bubble that was the professional hockey world, you kept Elias grounded.

Now, you took a step back from him and said, “What’s your problem, El? I’m just trying to help you!”

“If you really want to help me, you’ll admit that you have feelings for me.”

You froze. “What?”

He laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Are you seriously telling me that you didn’t feel anything shift in Sweden this past summer?”

Your heart started beating hard in your chest. While you didn’t end up going to Sweden over winter break, you and your parents went there with Elias and his family after witnessing him win the Calder Trophy for best rookie in Las Vegas. You and your parents went to Stockholm before spending a few weeks in Elias’ hometown. Your parents hit it off with the Petterssons, so you and Elias had a lot of quality time alone together.

After Elias hugged you goodbye and you waited at the gate for your plane to board at the airport, you realized you had fallen for your best friend.

You didn’t tell him how you felt when he returned to Vancouver a month later, though, because you didn’t want to risk losing your friendship. Even if he somehow reciprocated your feelings, Elias’ life was complicated, and who knew whether your relationship would survive all the pressure he was under?

That was why you took a deep breath and said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Instead of being deterred, Elias took a step forward and cupped your cheek with his right hand. “Keep talking all you want, but you can’t deny that you want me as much as I want you.”

You tried to keep your face blank and body still so that he couldn’t get a read on your emotions, but his confession made it impossible for you to succeed. You leaned into his touch.

“I knew it,” he breathed, leaning his forehead against yours. You let him stay there for a moment before pulling back.

Elias looked baffled. “Why are you fighting it, Y/N? I love you, and you love me, too.”

Your lips trembled, but you refused to let yourself cry. “I don’t want things to change.”

“What do you mean?” Even though your foreheads weren’t connected anymore, you didn’t move far enough away to make him drop his hand from your cheek, so he soothingly rubbed his thumb back and forth as he waited for your reply.

“Your life is crazy, El,” you told the truth. “What if you’re under so much pressure that our relationship falls through the cracks? Then I’ll not only be losing my boyfriend, but also my best friend.”

Hurt bloomed in his blue eyes, but he looked you in the eye and said, “I would never let that happen, Y/N. You want to know why? Because I’ve been in love with you since the day we first met, and every day since then has only made me more convinced that you’re the one.”

You let out a shaky breath. “Really?”

“Really. It was fate that put us in the same section in the bookstore at the same time that day. You and I are meant to be together. I promise that I’ll communicate with you, even when things get rough and I’m in a bad mood, and no matter what happens, it will never change me and you. Okay?”

“Okay,” you said, and Elias closed the distance between you again and kissed you for the first of what you hoped would be many times.

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nhlandotherimagines · 3 years

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Family isn’t Always Blood-Part 2

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

Summary: Kinsey and Elias’ relationship gets put to the test. Will Elias’ family accept Kinsey? Guess you’ll have to read and find out :)

Author’s Notes: Part 2 let’s go!!!

Word Count: approx. 5.1 k

Warnings: all the same as part 1, also this part likely won’t make much sense unless you read the first part, there is also a a gender reveal in this part so if you really don’t want to read it for that reason I understand and I will add that I do know they are problematic however it was just part of the plot and I felt the need to write it

———

“Can we get an apartment together?”

My question catches Elias by surprise. “Are you seriously suggesting we move in together right now?” He asks laughing in disbelief, but his face softens.

“Well I mean yeah! But, mine is definitely too small, and yours is a bachelor pad. We are probably going to want something a bit bigger.” An unsure smile spreads slowly across my face, as I watch Elias attempting to wrap his head around what I’m saying.

“My apartment would be fine for us, but if you’d rather something different we can look into it.” He presses a gentle kiss to my forehead, and I can tell he’s even more confused about my sudden desire to live with him.

“I mean it’s great and I wouldn’t mind living there with you, but we will need more room for the baby don’t you think?”

Elias slowly pulls away from me, staring down at me, his mouth slightly agape. My eyes begin to water and the smile returns to my face. “Y-you wait? You’re really?” Elias is a sputtering mess, trying to wrap his head around what I’m saying, trying to keep his own emotions in check as he likely waits for me to break down.

I nod, tears falling down my face now. “I’m pregnant Elias.”

“Oh. Okay um, wow.” He pauses, eyes falling briefly to my stomach, but they quickly snap up to meet mine again. “How do you feel about that?”

I grab his wrists that are gently resting on my hips, and guide them to sit gently on my stomach. I then reach up and hold his face in my hands and take a deep breath. “I’m terrified. I don’t know how to be a mom, but I guess no one really does know how until they are one. All I know is this baby, it’s-“ I let out a small chuckling trying to hold in the sob trying to escape my throat. “This baby is ours Elias. We made them, and I wouldn’t want to learn how to be a parent with anyone else.”

I can feel Elias’ hands trembling against my stomach, his touch is feather light as if he’s scared to hurt me. I wait patiently for him to respond, but suddenly he just falls down to his knees and rests his forehead against my stomach. He’s muttering to himself in Swedish, and I’m unable to make out any of it. “Elias?”

As he lifts his head to look up at me, his eyes are bloodshot and tears are streaming down his face. If it weren’t for the show stopping smile on his face, I would think he was upset. “We are having a baby!” He chokes out, tears still steadily flowing across his now reddened cheeks. He places a soft kiss on my stomach, and in that moment I know that everything will be okay. I can do this. We can do this. Together. Our little family.

———

“How are you feeling?” My obstetrician, Dr. McLean, asks as she enters the room.

“Nervous.” Elias answers, his leg continuing to bounce like it has been since he sat down.

“I’m pretty sure that question was meant for me Pettersson.” I giggle, placing my hand on his knee. “I’m feeling better than him apparently.” I joke as I turn back towards Dr. McLean.

She laughs along with me, before explaining how the ultrasound will work.

Elias watches closely as the doctor puts the gel on my stomach. As she presses the wand to my stomach Elias’ eyes snap to the monitor. As curious as I am, I can’t take my eyes off of my boyfriend. He looks like a child on Christmas morning, not knowing yet what the gifts will be, but excited nonetheless. His baby blues swirl with emotion, and his blonde hair falls perfectly over his forehead.

“There they are! That’s your baby!” Dr. McLean announces, and my eyes quickly find the screen. I follow the doctors finger as she points out the different body parts, a whole new wave of emotions washing over me. Excitement courses through me, and when my eyes find Elias again, he’s staring down at me, tears falling silently down his face.

Dr. McLean excuses herself to print off the sonogram photos we asked for, but I can’t focus on her. All I can focus on is the beautiful man in front of me. The man I love. The father of my child.

“You’re incredible.” He breathes out, running the back of his hand across his face to get her the tears that had fallen. “That’s our baby.”

It’s my turn to cry now as Elias places a soft kiss to my forehead. “It really is. Thank you Elias for giving me a family.”

“No, thank you.” He smiles brushing away my tears.

——-

“Do not even think about lifting that box!” I groan rolling my eyes.

“Pettersson! This box weighs 15 pounds at most and I’m hardly even pregnant!” I yell back, not even really sure how he could see me anyway as he just steps through the apartment door. There is a long pause followed by a muttered profanity.

“Pregnant? You’re pregnant!?” Brock. Fuck, this is not how we intended on telling anyone. Of course I forgot Brock was coming over. When I turn around, Brock’s chin is on the floor and Elias’ hands cover his face as he grumbles inaudibly to himself.

“No?” The uncertainty in my voice a dead give away he didn’t need. Brock’s smile grows and he’s clapping Elias’ shoulder. “Brock we just found out, you can’t say anything!”

“My lips are sealed. On one condition!” The smirk on his face causes Elias and I both to roll our eyes. “I get to be Uncle Brock!”

I can’t help the laughing tumbling past my lips, or the soaring feeling in my heart. I’ve always loved having Brock around, and the thought of having another great man around for this baby to look up to makes me so happy. “I wouldn’t have it any other way Uncle Brock.” I add a little wink at the nickname as he gathers me into a hug. He whispers congratulations into my ear, and places a kiss to the top of my head.

When he pulls away, Elias is smiling at us, a look of happiness similar to the one I’m wearing, on his face. I walk over to him and pull him in for a quick kiss. His hands instinctively find my stomach, like they have many times since last week at the hospital. Sure I was only 2 months pregnant, and not even showing, but Elias doesn’t care.

“Is that why this move is happening so quickly?” Brock asks, and my smile falters a bit. It certainly would seem that way to most, and I guess it kind of is that way. I feel a little guilty about it, like I’m using the baby to tie Elias down, but that had never been my intention.

Elias must sense my mood shifting, because he speaks up. “It certainly helped it along, but Kinsey’s lease was almost up and I wanted her to move in before we found out anyway.”

Reaching up, I place a small kiss on his cheek. The questions that will come along with this pregnancy are inevitable, and they scare me, but somehow Elias makes everything seem easier. With him I feel like I can do anything.

“Have you told anyone else?” I shake my head, cheeks tinting a light shade of pink. We were planning on waiting another couple weeks to tell anyone, but now Brock was the first to know. “I’m honoured!” He chuckles, smiling at us as Elias throws one arm over my shoulder. “I’m so happy for you both.”

So am I Brock. So am I.

———

Today was the day we are telling Elias’ family about the baby, and to put it nicely, I’m shitting bricks.

“Just breathe.” I shoot Elias a glare that is mostly uncalled for, but my anxiety is through the roof right now. This could change everything. Sure, Irene liked me before, and wants grandbabies, but like this? “Kins. You’re going to stress out the baby. I promise you it’s going to be okay.”

I send him a forced smile, and nod pressing a kiss to his cheek. Elias opens his laptop and places it gently on the coffee table in front of us. I had wanted to make the surprise memorable for the Pettersson family, and knowing they couldn’t be in Vancouver when we were going to tell them, made it slightly more difficult. I spent weeks planning the surprise before we shipped the box to the family home in Sweden.

In the box was an individual package for each family member who would be present during the FaceTime call. In Elias’ father Törbjörn’s package was the tiniest pair of skates we could purchase. Elias’ older brother Emil’s package held a Vancouver Canucks jersey. The number 1 on the back, and a name plate above it that reads ‘Uncle’. Irene’s package, by far my favourite one, is a gold necklace with a small locket. Inside the locket is a tiny sonogram of the baby.

“Can we open it now?” Irene asks excitedly, foregoing a regular greeting. I giggle, and Elias smiles brightly beside me.

“There is an individual package for each of you. Make sure you open them at the same time!” Irene’s eyes light up in excitement as she hands Emil and Törbjörn their packages.

“Go ahead.” Elias instructs, and my heart beat picks up slightly. The nerves coursing through me, causing my hands to shake and knee to bounce. Elias’ hand comes to rest gently on my knee, and he rubs his thumb in soothing circles across my bare knee.

I watch closely as Elias’ family open their gifts. Emil is the first to open his eyes widening as he reads the nameplate on his jersey. His smile grows as he stares through the screen in disbelief. Elias squeezes my knee in response, and I look over at him briefly, his eyes watering as he watches his family.

Törbjörn inspects the tiny skates, seemingly oblivious to the significance of their size. I giggle as he thanks us both, and comments on how cute they are.

My gaze settles on Irene as she pulls the locket from its box. Her smile grows as she looks at the small gold heart shaped locket. “It’s beautiful!” She gushes, and I can’t help the tears forming in my eyes.

“Open it up Mom!” Elias practically yells at her, his patience growing thin.

Irene slowly opens the locket taking in the small photo inside. I watch her closely, waiting for any indication that she has caught on. After a few moments the smile on her face falls, and so does my heart. I knew this was going to be too soon for her. Elias and I are still so young, and we haven’t even been together that long. Hell, I’ve only met the woman once in person.

“Mom?” Elias’ voice cracks, and I can now see the nerves he’s been hiding, as the tears in his eyes threaten to spill down his cheeks.

“Is-is this a baby?” She asks pointing to the locket. Elias and I both nod in response. “Your baby?” Her voice shakes, as she asks the question. Her face is devoid of any emotion. No sadness, happiness, confusion or anger, and I honestly would prefer her screaming at me than this awkward back and forth.

“Yes. We are having a baby.” A single year falls down Elias’ cheek as he forces a brave smile. I hate seeing him like this. I know he’s excited about this baby, but if his family isn’t he will be crushed.

When I finally peel my eyes away from Elias and back to the laptop screen, Irene is crying. Not just a few tears, this woman is in full on hysterics.Törbjörn holds her to his chest, and Emil rubs her back gently. I feel sick. Scratch that, I’m going to be sick.

Immediately springing to my feet, I run as fast as I can to the bathroom. Elias calls after me, but I can’t stop. I quickly part ways with the nice breakfast Elias made me this morning, as I sit on the bathroom floor. “I’m sorry.” I cry, rubbing small circles over my stomach. “I’m so sorry.”

———

After probably 20 minutes of sitting on the bathroom floor, I pull myself up. I brush my teeth and fix my hair in the mirror. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I make my way back toward the living room. I stop at the end of the hall, watching Elias speak with his family. The conversation is now completely in Swedish, and they’re speaking so fast there is no way I can keep up.

Elias’ eyes meet mine across the room, and he smiles brightly. “There she is!” He muses in a much more cheerful tone than that I’d left him with. “Feeling alright beautiful?”

All I can do is nod in response, and walk towards him. Instead of taking my seat next to him, I position myself behind the couch running my hands over his shoulders and down his chest lightly. I press a kiss to his lips when he turns to smile up at me.

“Kinsey?” Irene’s voice sounds a little hesitant when she speaks, but when I turn my attention back to the screen she’s smiling. “Thank you.”

My brows furrow slightly, and I’m about to tell her she has no reason to thank me, but she speaks first. “Thank you for giving me a grand baby. We are all so excited and so happy for you! But mostly, thank you for loving my Elias. Welcome to the family dear.”

She is smiling brightly back at me, her necklace now displayed proudly on her chest. Emil is now sporting his jersey, and I’m almost positive Törbjörn placed the tiny skates above the fireplace in the background. Tears are flowing down my face now, and Irene’s face fills with worry. “Oh dear! I didn’t mean to make you cry!”

A watery laugh escapes my throat, and I shake my head as I swipe at the tears on my face. “Just hormones. Thank you Mrs. Pettersson, that means a lot to me.”

“You can call me Mom dear, if you want that is. Irene or Grammy works now too.” A few tears slip down her face as well, but the smile she is sporting lets me know she is happy.

“Thank you,” I pause briefly, taking a deep breath. This is the moment I always dreamed of, having that mother daughter moment, and revealing I was going to be a mom too. The issue was I’ve never had a Mother I felt close to like that. My mother doesn’t care about me, or my baby, unless there is something in it for her. Watching how wonderful Elias’ family is, and how welcoming his Mom has been to me and now this baby has me crying even harder. “Mom.”

My voice is weak when I choke out the last part, and immediately Elias is on his feet gathering me in his arms. “It’s okay Kins, it’s okay sweetie.” He rubs my back, and I cry into his chest. I hear him speaking softly to his mother before he ends the call. “Kinsey? Talk to me.”

“Y-your mom. She’s so wonderful, I love your family Elias.” I manage to get the words out without lifting my face from where it’s pressed against his chest.

“And they love you, so why are you upset?” He chuckles a little bit, and a small smile cracks on my face momentarily at the sound.

“I’ve never had a Mom Elias.” I breathe out, and Elias places a hand under my chin tilting it up so I’m looking at him. His brows knit together in confusion. “Well I do I guess. I have a woman who gave birth to me and kind of looked after me while I was growing up, but she has never been a mother. I’ve always craved that mother daughter relationship. I used to dream about telling my Mom I was having a baby, until I realized we didn’t have that kind of relationship. It made me think I could never do this, that I’d never be a Mom. So having your mom be so happy to have me be the mother of her grandchild, to call me family, and ask me to call her mom. It’s just so much, and I don’t know that I really deserve it, but it feels so nice! I’m just- I’m so happy right now.”

With that Elias kissed me. It was a rushed kiss, fast and passionate, but not heated, nor was it intended to go farther. The kiss was more like his attempt to communicate how loved I was, and how happy he was too. I smile against his lips, our teeth clashing a few times, but I don’t care. My hands thread through his beautiful hair and tug gently as his cold hands sneak up under my shirt to rest on my stomach.

“You are family y’know?” Elias speaks as he pulls back so we can both catch our breath. My hands scratch lightly through his hair as I smile at him. “You’re my family now. Me, you, and our beautiful baby.”

“I hope they have your hair, and your eyes.” I giggle. I’ve never known happiness like this. This is my family.

———

“Shit!” I groan flopping back on the bed in defeat. I’ve always been a girl who loves skinny jeans, and now here I am unable to fit in almost every pair of pants I own. Minus my sweats and a singular pair of yoga pants that have holes in them.

“Everything okay out there?” Elias asks poking his head out of the ensuite bathroom. He’s seriously been the best, but his constant worrying tends to be a bit suffocating at times. It is very sweet though, seeing him care so much for me, and this baby.

“I have nothing to wear! None of my pants fit!” I whine out, sounding like a child myself. This wasn’t the time though. Today is the day we tell all of our friends, and I have nothing nice to wear.

“Baby blue sundress in the back of the closet, wear that.” Elias’ head pops back in the bathroom to finish getting ready, and I lay on my back in complete bewilderment. How does he even remember that dress, let alone where I keep it? He’s right though, it is the perfect outfit.

Slipping it over my head is easy, and it flows around my body perfectly. The bump is completely undetectable, and I’m comfortable. It’s perfect.

“You look beautiful.” Elias smiles, placing a gentle kiss to my cheek.

“You don’t look too bad yourself Pettersson.” I smirk, my hands finding the back of his neck as his find my waist. He’s wearing a pair of dark jeans, a pale blue shirt, and a black ball cap sits backwards on his head.

“Ready for this momma?” He asks with a smirk. The nickname isn’t one he’s used before, and the effect it has on me is embarrassing. My face heats up, heart rate increases, and my smile grows.

“Momma huh?” I giggle, and Elias’ hands once again find my stomach.

“It suits you.” He winks, and kisses my forehead. His hands drop from my stomach as he steps away grabbing his wallet and keys from the top of the dresser. His hand finds mine as he leads me out of the apartment and to the car. Today should be interesting.

——-

Nerves course through me the entire drive. Elias’ right hand never leaves me, as it moves from my hand to my thigh and then finally settles on my stomach. A smile settles on his face when it does, and I find myself fighting back tears.

“Your stomach is growing a lot!” He gushes, and I can’t stop the laugh that tumbles past my lips. The nerves forgotten momentarily.

“Jeez thanks babe!” I joke back, placing a hand over the one he has on my stomach. The way his arm is stretched out across the center console can’t be comfortable, but Elias seems completely content.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” He chuckles, as he pulls into the Horvat’s driveway. “Ready for this?”

I nod, not trusting my voice.

Before I know it, Elias is guiding me into the Horvat’s living room, his hand low on my back. Bo and Holly are quick to greet us, Bo pulling Elias off to talk hockey, and Holly drags me to the kitchen. “Red or white?” She asks, holding two bottles of wine in front of me. Shit.

“Oh no thanks, I’m good. I told Elias I’d drive.” I stutter out. The heat rising in my cheeks sure to give away that I’m lying, as Holly cocks her brow at me.

“One glass won’t hurt right? You’re staying awhile aren’t you?” She’s watching me closely as I try and find Elias in the crowd. My hands shake lightly, and I absentmindedly press them on my stomach to settle them. “Oh. My. God.” Holly’s hand immediately wraps around one of my wrists as she pulls me down the hall and into Ava’s bedroom. “Spill!” Her demanding tone cracking slightly as a smile forms on her face.

“Damn, okay we were going to make an announcement later, so you’re going to have to act surprised.” I pause, and she quickly nods, her smile growing. “I’m pregnant.”

The words leave my mouth barely above a whisper and are quickly cut off by the squeal that leaves Holly. “I knew it!” She bounces on the balls of her feet excitedly like a child. “How far along are you?”

“13 weeks.” The smile on Holly’s face, mirrors the one on my own. She pulls me into a hug whispering more congratulations in my ear, before pulling me back out to the party.

———

The party goes on without incident, not that I would ever expect any less from the Horvat’s. The food is wonderful, and of course the people surrounding me makes the night that much better. The house around me is littered with hockey players and their families, children all huddled into the backyard climbing on the playground, as the adults laugh amongst each other about everything and nothing.

“What’s wrong babe?” Elias asks as he snakes an arm around my waist.

“Wha- nothing! Why?” I ask, looking up at him as he smiles softly down at me. His blonde head towering over me.

“You’re crying.” He chuckles, sweeping the pad of his thumb across my cheek bone. “Again.”

“Stupid horomones.” I grumble wiping at my face aggressively. Crying has become a frequent occurrence in the first trimester of this pregnancy, and Elias seems to find it quite entertaining most of the time. As long as I’m not actually sad of course.

“Can we tell them now?” I can practically feel the impatience radiating from him, as his eyes search mine for any hesitation.

“Of course we can babe! Honestly I’m surprised you and Brock have managed to keep it to yourselves this long.” The groan that leaves my boyfriend has me laughing as he rolls his eyes. Despite the attitude, a smile grows on his face as his hand finds mine before he drags me into the backyard where everyone has congregated around the small fire pit.

“Nice of the lovebirds to join us finally.” Bo chirps as we take two free seats just next to him.

“Be nice Bo, or we won’t tell you.” Elias shrugs nonchalantly.

“Tell me what?” He asks, looking between the two of us. I glance at Elias and giggle, causing Bo’s eyes to grow wider. “Tell me what!?” His voice slightly louder and more frantic as he repeats the question.

Elias’ eyes find mine silently asking me if he should. “Go ahead.” I smile at him, and he squeezes my hand lightly.

“Yeah Petey! Go ahead!” Bo, leans forward in his chair excitedly.

“Okay! Okay!” He chuckles, shaking his head at his teammates. The crowd that has gathered around also listening intently, all eyes on Elias. “Wow. This is awkward isn’t it? Well I guess it’s about time we told you all that Kinsey and I are having a baby.”

His hand tightens even more around mine as the words leave his lips. He’s nervous, I can tell. The moment of silence that follows seems to last forever, even though I’m sure in reality it’s only seconds before someone reacts.

“You’re pregnant!?” I’m not sure who breaks the silence, but I’m immediately bombarded by congratulations, cheers and hugs. All of the WAGs gather around me and I giddily share all of the information they’re dying to know, as Elias gets pulled aside by his teammates.

It’s in this moment that I realize this is family. Listening to, supporting, and just genuinely being excited for the people you care about. Maybe the people who raised me couldn’t wrap their heads around what family is meant to be, but I can. It’s this, it’s a feeling of belonging that I will try my hardest to ensure this baby feels every day of their life.

———

“Kins, sit down. Everything is perfect, and has been since 5 am. Can we just relax for a while before people get here?” Elias whines, as he flops onto the couch.

“Fine!” I huff, adjusting the two stacks of napkins sitting on the table for what must be the twelfth time this morning. Elias is right, I’ve been wide awake since 3:30 and have been obsessively setting up for the gender reveal party ever since.

“You have to stop stressing babe. It's not good for you or the baby.” Elias lightly scolds me, as he shuffles over to give me room to lay down with him. As I settle in next to him, his hand finds my stomach and he rubs it lightly.

“I can’t help it! I’m nervous, I just want everything to be perfect.” I roll onto my side as best as I can to face him, my hand running through his hair.

“It already is babe. We are having a baby remember?” The goofy smile on his face, has me relaxing into him. My eyes flutter shut as he places a light kiss to my forehead, and I can feel my exhaustion slowly creeping up on me. “Have a nap babe I’ll wake you up in a little while.” The words are hardly out of his mouth before I’m drifting off to sleep.

———

“Look at you two!” Holly gushes, pulling me into a hug, continuing to mutter about our outfits. Elias and I decided to wear Canucks jerseys. His, a regular Canucks jersey with the number 1 and ‘Daddy’ printed across the back, and mine, a pink Canucks jersey with the number 1 and ‘Mommy’ printed across the back. I’m quite proud of them if I’m honest.

As the rest of the guests arrive, I greet them and make sure they all sign the guest book. Elias has set up shop in the kitchen offering everyone a drink, and pointing them towards the large array of snacks. I certainly never thought I’d end up here. Surrounded by so many amazing people, who all showed up to celebrate a baby. My baby. It’s surreal.

Once everyone has arrived, I take a moment to admire the space around me. Blue and pink streamers hang from the ceiling thanks to Elias, who refused to let me climb the ladder. Balloons litter the apartment, many of them now being thrown around by Elias and his friends. The laughter and chaos bring a smile to my face as my gaze settles on my favourite decoration of all.

In the far corner of the room was a tiny replica of a players stall, very similar to that in which you’d find in the Canucks locker room. Hanging in the stall is a small jersey inside of the tiniest little black garment bag you’ve ever seen, and the nameplate at the top of the stall reads ‘Welcome to the Team! Who Could You Be?’. I was quite proud of the idea really, and Elias was quick to volunteer to make my vision a reality.

“This may just be the cutest gender reveal party I’ve ever been to!” Holly gushes as she gently bumps my hip. The smile on her face screams excitement, and it makes me feel warm inside. “So what’s the deal with that?” I giggle when she gestures towards the stall across the room.

“Well,” I take a breath, placing a hand on my stomach. “Inside that little bag is a tiny Pettersson jersey. Could be pink like mine, or blue like Petey’s. We are going to open it together.”

“So do you already know what it is?” She asks, eyes never leaving the stall as she examines it a little more closely.

“No idea. We had it sent to us just like that.” The fact I’m minutes away from knowing even the smallest, and probably most insignificant about this baby, is making me nervous. Sure, its just the sex of the baby, it means very little about who they will be in the future, and it won’t affect how I care for them. However, it is making it feel that much more real, as the insecurities i’ve managed to keep at bay seem to resurface all at once. This is terrifying.

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“Alright and action!” Brock yells from behind the camera, and everyone erupts into laughter. The smile on my face hopefully hiding the fear in my heart.

“Ready Momma?” Elias asks, kissing my cheek. All I can do is nod, and the countdown starts. The energy in the room is so intense, but in the best way possible, as our friends yell loud enough to warrant a noise complaint.

3…

2…

Elias’ fingers find the zipper on the garment bag, and I place mine gently over his. His hand shakes under mine, and although I know it’s mostly excitement, I can tell he's nervous as we slowly pull down the zipper together.

As the garment bag falls away, my heart stops. There is no way this is happening, not right now! Elias’ hand drops from mine as he steps back slightly, as the people around me seem to let out a collective gasp. Tears burn my eyes, and before I can stop them, they’re falling down my face. This is NOT what I expected.

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two letters | e. pettersson

a/n: this just sort of happened today. i hope you all like it!

word count: 3,227

wine pairing recommendation: whatever your favorite is, your most loved. mine? a nice cold riesling. but love is personal after all :)

warnings: veryyy soft and subtle smut

Nerves you thought wouldn’t come were suddenly here, flowing through you, dancing under your skin, sponsored by the text from Elias saying he was back at his car, back in Vancouver and on his way back to you. Two week road trips were always the hardest; two weeks in your bed that was way too big for just you. Seeing him after a long, successful road trip was always exciting. You were excited. You were also just the kind of nervous that made your palms sweat and thoughts of regret you didn’t actually have fabricate themselves out of nothing in your mind.

You placed a hand on your rib cage softly, covering where the new addition to your body was. You had been thinking about it for a while, the urge spurred on by Elias’s brother’s girlfriend, who assured you repeatedly Elias would love it, that it was exactly the kind of thing he would appreciate. She encouraged you from half a world away to surprise him with it, telling you that you needed to do it when Elias was out of town on the longest road trip of the year. You had picked the date months before and kept the secret and it stayed a secret until Elias walked in the front door.

Elias was consistent, as always. He dropped his bags by the front door and came looking for you, the reason he loved Vancouver more now than he ever had before, the reason it felt like home. You felt him before you saw him, arms wrapping around your waist, chest pressing against your back. His lips found your neck, placing a soft kiss on the exposed skin above the neckline of your sweatshirt, his sweatshirt really.

“Hey, you.” You smiled as you spoke, a hand rubbing over his forearm. You always smiled when Elias was involved. “Flight okay?”

“Mhm,” he mumbled, lips still on your neck, kissing softly up and down, slowly and steadily. “Missed you.”

You didn’t miss a beat as you reached a hand back to run through the soft hair at the nape of his neck, “Missed you too, Elias, always.”

He smiled against your neck, dropping a kiss right below your ear, before finally pulling back. His hands slid to your hips, gently tugging, letting you know he wanted you to turn to face him. You obliged, turning into him, where his lips immediately captured yours in a kiss that reminded you just why every road trip, every stressful night without him, every moment you didn’t have him, was worth it. It was worth it because Elias Pettersson loved you. He loved you in a way you never thought possible for yourself because you didn’t think love this precious existed anywhere outside of stories and tales passed down by people with nothing better in their own lives to do then tell stories. Elias Pettersson loved you deeply, with every part of him, so fully it spread into the spaces between his atoms. He loved you carefully. People romanticized reckless love because they’ve never known what it’s like to be loved any differently, loved by someone who took their time because you and the beautiful tomorrow you could create together were more important than the moment today.

Elias Pettersson didn’t fall in love with you because falling was too accidental, too careless for how it had really happened. He explored every part of you first, your deepest faults, your shortest shortcomings, your highest mountains of goodness so good he felt not good enough for you when he stood in their shadows. Elias Pettersson drew a map of your soul, more complete than you even thought anyone else ever could, and decided he loved you, every part of you, and he never looked back. You felt it every single time his lips meant yours. People thought Elias was quiet, which was true if you considered spoken word the only way to speak. Elias spoke his love into you every single time he kissed you. His love was loud between you and him alone. It wasn’t for everyone else and never would be. Being loved by Elias was the most intimate thing you had ever felt, and he made sure you felt it in every movement, every kiss, every breath.

His hands slid under your sweatshirt as his mouth pressed against yours, pulling your sweatshirt up with them. You pulled away from him enough that he could slide it over your head and toss it to the bedroom floor. His mouth found your neck again and his hands pulled you with him as he sat down on the edge of the bed, settling you onto his lap, a leg on either side of his. His hands ghosted over your skin, sliding up your sides, around and up your back, then back again. You hummed softly as his lips trailed over your collarbone, nipping ever so gently at the thin skin there.

“I sort of got something, well, did something for you,” you told him softly, running a hand through his hair as he pulled his head back from you.

His blue eyes found yours, steady and patience, waiting for you to speak. Elias had waited two weeks for this again. He could wait another minute or two, as long as you were right here, topless on his lap anyway. He kissed you softly, tenderly, for a moment, then pulled back, letting his hands rest on the mattress behind him to hold his weight. He was expecting you to get up to get whatever it was you were talking about, but you didn’t. You just took a deep breath instead and turned away from him slightly. Elias was so focused on your face, he didn’t notice until you fingertips travelled over the skin just under your breast on your ribcage. You didn’t say anything when you heard his breath hitch in his throat, just let yourself wait for him to do something.

Elias shifted forward, reaching a hand hesitantly out to the new addition to your body. His fingertips brushed over the skin so gently you almost didn’t notice, before he did it again, with a little more pressure this time. His other arm wrapped around your waist, securing you in place as he focused on the delicate, black script on your skin. Just two lowercase letters, that’s all you’d done. A single lowercase ‘e’ and a single lowercase ‘p’ was all it was, except it was so much more than that. It was for him, a tattoo for him of the letters for his name because of your love for him. Really, because of his love for you. No one loved you like Elias Pettersson, who you were pretty sure you had loved time and time again before in past lives and would like time and time again in future ones. He loved you in a way that made you have to believe he’d done it before, countless other times, because he did it perfectly in the most effortless way. You didn’t think people were made for each other, until you met Elias and realized he’d been making himself perfect for you for what had to be eons as you did the same for him for loving him to be this perfect.

Elias’s mouth opened softly, but no sound came out as his fingers worked over the tattoo over and over again, moving with the letters slowly. The heat from his fingers was warming your skin, and somehow was making the tattoo feel all the more real, all the more permanent.

“I love you too,” he told you, voice barely above a whisper.

Too because that’s what this told him so loudly and clearly, without speaking at all. Too because you tattooed his initials onto your skin, a permanent indication that you never wanted anyone other than him for the rest of your life, even though Elias already knew that to be true. Too because no one had ever loved him as well as you did, and he was just desperately making sure you knew how much he loved the way you loved him.

Elias finally took his eyes, but not his fingers, from the lettering, just so he could capture your mouth in a kiss that tried to say thank you as clearly as Elias knew how to make it say so. You deepened the kiss gratefully, your hands cupping his face as his arm around your waist drug you in closer to him. You felt a wetness on your fingertips on his cheeks and pulled back slowly to look at him, seeing a few tears slip from his eyes. Elias was crying, but there was a smile on his face.

“I love you too,” he repeated softly, assuring you that the only reason he was crying was because he loved you, “so much.”

He turned his head until his lips grazed over your palm on his cheek, pressing a soft kiss there. You smiled as his face turned back to yours and slowly let your thumbs rub over his cheeks to wipe the happy tears away. Elias leaned forward once you finished to place a searing kiss on your lips, one that reminded you where this had started before your surprise put a pause on everything. You rolled your hips slowly into his and he groaned into your mouth, hand on your hip pressing a little harder, encouraging your movements.

Elias kissed down your jaw, your neck, across your collarbone again, taking his time, savoring every moment. He was never in a rush, always letting himself enjoy every moment like this. He kissed over your chest to where his fingers were rubbing softly over the tattoo. He mumbled against your skin, something you couldn’t catch in Swedish, a habit that you were pretty sure would never go away. He pressed a kiss softly to the tattoo, then another, then another. He whispered softly against it, words sliding out in his native tongue, his mind unable to focus enough for anything else. You caught a series of broken ‘I love you’s which told you what everything around his words was. It was all him telling you that he loved you in as many words as he wanted to. Sometimes Elias didn’t use any. Sometimes he told you with a kiss. Sometimes he told you with entire romantic soliloquies in a language you didn’t speak.

“I need you, ‘Lias,” you reminded him softly, running your fingers through his hair as he kissed the tattoo again, slowly pulling him back with your words to remind him you were in his lap and ready for something else too.

“I need you too.”

You both fumbled with your clothes, hands trying to stay on each other, but ultimately needing to part to actually get your clothes off. Elias had you back in his lap as fast as he could, wanting you as close to him as possible tonight. His mouth on your neck, hands on your hips, skin to skin, he mumbled that he loved you into your skin again, like if he said it enough it would become a tattoo, forever on your skin, forever another reminder of his love for you. His hands rubbed your hips softly, gently pressing and massaging them. Elias pulled his head back to let his eyes meet yours, pupils blown, lips parted, and so in love with you. You placed your hands on his shoulders and lifted yourself up just enough for him to slide into you. His eyes closed for a moment as you painstakingly brought your hips down to his, just letting himself feel everything.

His hands on your hips slowly tugged you forward and pushed you backward, encouraging your movements on his lap, while his mouth kissed everywhere he could reach. Kisses on your mouth making you lightheaded. Kisses on your neck pulling moans that would have been embarrassing with anyone other than Elias, who just spurred them on more. Kisses across your collarbones, a personal favorite of his, that had you tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck. Once you found your rhythm, his hands started wandering, ghosting across your body, every inch he could reach. Over your thighs, your hips, the small of your back which always made you gasp a little, down your arms, over your hands in his hair. All you could feel was him and all he wanted to feel was you. You were both getting exactly what you wanted tonight.

“I love you, Elias,” you told him softly, your voice clipped at the end as his mouth kissed the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spin.

He didn’t answer with words. Instead he dropped his head down and kissed the tattoo he loved beyond belief already. You never had to tell him you loved him with words again before you moved onto your next life with him and he would move on knowing how much you loved him in this one. It was plain and clear on your skin, a message for him and him alone, that you loved him as deeply as he loved you.

You could feel him tensing under your hands, against your body. He dropped a hand in between you, the other over that spot on your body inked for him that was now without a doubt his favorite part of you. He coaxed you over the edge with him, with his fingers and soft words about how much he loved you whispered into your ear, unraveling with you so easily, like he was made to do it with you.

“I love you,” he told you softly as he let you catch your breath against him, your face having fallen into his neck as you finished, his arms around your waist to hold you close.

“I love you so much, Elias,” you told him in return.

“I know.”

Elias didn’t say it to be cocky. It was a statement meant to assure you that he understood the weight behind the two little cursive letters forever on your body. He understood you didn’t love him in the way you said you loved other people before him. You loved him in a way that only he could fully understand and you were telling him in a way he understood, without words, a forever mark he could always ground himself in if there were ever moments of doubt, of stress, of struggle, outside of you and him. Your love for him was his ground, his home to come back to if there was anything in his life that was pulling him apart. Your love held him together always. Elias Pettersson loved every part of you, but most of all, he loved the way you loved him.

You slid off his lap after a few moments, finding your clothes that were really his again. Elias slid out to the living room first, turning on the kettle, your routine when he came home from trips. He made the tea. You found him clothes to wear. You met together on the couch for an episode of whatever show you were watching together. He put on the clothes you brought in exchange for giving you your tea, taking care of the simplest of needs for each other. Elias thrived in the routine of it all, but also in the idea that love could be the smallest things, like making a cup of tea.

You sighed as you laid your head into Elias’s lap, tea cooling to a drinkable temperature on the coffee table, and let your eyes droop closed as the smell and feeling of being close to him engulfed you, warming you from the inside out. One of his hands ran through your hair softly, nails scratching over your scalp gently, making you hum softly in pleasure. Elias laughed lightly and gave your hair a little ruffle to let you know he appreciated you speaking his language, his one without words. He shifted, other hand steadily raking through your hair now, calming you, as his other trailed down your body. His hand came to the edge of your sweatshirt, well, his sweatshirt you were wearing, and slowly pushed it up, hand running over your skin as he did, leaving a trail of goosebumps in the wake of his touch.

He stopped when he came to just under your chest, where you had nestled the delicate tattoo in the space where only he would ever see it. It was for you and Elias and no one else. It wasn’t showy; it was just a show of love. Elias told you he loved you, of course he did, but Elias had never said all that much, early moments tonight aside. He was careful with his words and his actions, considering every option before moving forward, having decided without a shadow of a doubt the path he chose was the one he wanted. When he told you he loved you, he knew that in telling you, he was putting himself down the path for a long list of very serious and very life altering possibilities with you, and he had told you anyway. You moved in with him and he was ready for it, having already considered it when he decided to tell you that he loved you months before it happened. He had a deeply hidden note in his phone, one where he complied every bit you let slip out that he could use to make sure when he did design a ring, it was the perfect one for you. That note was started the day he decided to tell you that he loved you and Elias had never looked back on that decision and never wanted to.

Now, his fingers hesitantly, as if he was scared it would disappear under the pressure of his fingers, he delicately traces the curves of the tattoo, just a lowercase e and p. That’s all it was, but it meant the entire world to Elias. It was your way of showing you thought like him for even just a moment to do this, that you loved him exactly the way he loved you, the kind that you never fell out of. He didn’t hope, he knew as his fingers traced over the small ‘p’ that one day it would be one of your initials too, if you wanted to change it. Elias didn’t care much if you did. It was an outward display of love, something for everyone else to notice, something Elias didn’t seem much value in. Your children would have it though, and the thought made his heart swell in his chest. Who would have thought two small cursive letters would make him feel like this?

You had, which is why you had done it, and why you didn’t regret it for a single second, because you knew you would never regret loving Elias Pettersson, not for a single moment of this life, or the next thousand if that’s how it all really worked. You didn’t know if it was, but you loved him like you’d loved him for thousands of years already and he loved you the same way. And what a beautiful thing it was to love someone and be loved by that someone the same way.

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