#William nylander one shot

[twirlyleafs]

“Scaredy-cat”

William Nylander x reader

TW: alcohol, slight angst

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“You wanna dance?”

You tore your eyes away from the happy couple to look at your boyfriend, your eyebrows raised. He simply just stared back, a small smile on his face, awaiting your answer.

“I don’t dance, William.” You clarified, reaching to take a sip from your champagne flute.

“Aw come on, it’s a wedding.” He exclaimed, turning eagerly towards you. His knee bumped into yours and his hand automatically patted your leg, as to say sorry. You couldn’t help but smile at the gesture, which he most definitely wasn’t even aware of.

“I don’t know why that would matter.”

“Because people dance at weddings. Especially people who are in love.” He dragged out the word at the end, almost giggling. When you locked eyes with him you could see how they were slightly glossy, his cheeks a rosy shade. He was obviously more tipsy than you had realized. It was adorable.

“And we’re in love?” You teased, earning an exaggerated frown in response.

“Of course we are.”

You laughed and leaned over to press a kiss to his lips, the frown on his face dissolving. Parting your lips you hoped he would forget about his inquiry, but when he pulled away you knew he wouldn’t let it go that easy.

“Come on Will, dancing is really not my thing.” You sighed, taking another sip from your glass.

“But I’m your thing,” he whined, pushing his bottom lip out. “And I want to dance with you. Please?”

You scanned his face for a few seconds, mind trying to come up with literally any excuse. Sighing, you realized you wouldn’t be able to say no to his big, blue eyes. So you just nodded. William grinned widely and practically jumped up on his feet. As he brushed off his trousers you downed the rest of your drink and put the glass down. Grabbing his outreached hand you let him pull you over to the dance floor that was quickly filling up. Without a word he placed your hand on his shoulder, grabbing the other with his own. He pressed a kiss to it as he wrapped his free arm around your waist. You couldn’t help but smile.

“See? It’s not that bad.” Will argued, swaying the two of you to the beat. You just hummed, glancing down at your heels. “It’s okay if you step on me.” He added.

“Shut up.” You chuckled, looking back up at him. He smiled widely, pulling you somehow even closer to him. You head rested comfortably against his shoulder and after a while you weren’t even thinking about moving, you just followed his lead. Will leaned his cheek against your head and you felt his breath on your hair.

“This is actually nice.” You admitted, breaking the comfortable silence between you.

“I told you.”

“Yeah but this is barely dancing. We’re just swaying.” You pointed out, trying to defend your earlier position on the matter. Will laughed and agreed with a kiss to the top of your head.

“When we get married we’re gonna have to learn how to properly waltz though.”

He must have felt how your whole body tensed up, and even if he didn’t he definitely noticed how you almost tripped, gripping his shoulder tighter not to fall. You mentally slapped yourself for reacting so harshly when he pulled away slightly to look down at you.

“Are you freaking out because I mentioned marriage or are you just a really bad dancer?” He asked, trying to ease the sudden tension with something resembling a joke. When you avoided his gaze, still occupied with processing his earlier statement, his shoulders slumped. “Oh, right.” He stopped the swaying, slowly letting his hands fall from your body. William took a small step back, reaching up to scratch the stubble on his cheek before pulling his hair back. Your mind was racing. It was an overreaction, you knew it was, but you couldn’t stop yourself. The thought of marriage had never been on the table for you, not since you were a kid, and even though you loved Will very much it had never even occurred to you that you’d one day be husband and wife. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to marry him, it’s just that the way he said it so casually threw you for a loop. You weren’t ready for it.

“I’m gonna go get a drink. You want anything?”

You blinked and looked up at the man in front of you. Now it was his time to advert his gaze. He had pushed his hands into his pockets, rolling back on his heels.

“Willy-“ you began, moving closer again. You placed a hand against his abdomen, unconsciously toying with the end of his tie. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t stop you. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” You could tell that his smile was forced and it made your heart physically hurt. “I should’ve known better than to just throw that out there, I know you scare easily.” He pressed a calm, reassuring kiss to your forehead, but you could feel his heartbeat through his shirt. Will once again stated that he wanted a drink, this time adding that he’d bring you back a glass of wine, before walking away. You stared after him, cursing yourself for hurting him.

~

“It’s fucking freezing out here.”

You turned your head to see William walking towards you, two glasses of wine in hand. One of them was almost empty, he placed the other one on the balustrade in front of you. After he left you on the dance floor you escaped through the balcony door, hiding out in the dark since. William didn’t sound mad, or particularly sad either for that matter, and you almost wondered if he had forgotten about the whole thing. He didn’t meet your gaze, but discarded his suit jacket and handed it to you without a word.

“You don’t-“

“Take it,” he interrupted you, not rudely but with a soft and determined voice. “I’m guessing you’re out here thinking and I’m not letting you freeze to death before we’ve had a chance to talk about it.”

He had not forgotten. With a sigh you accepted the jacket, slipping it on while quietly thanking him. You could feel him watch you for a bit before turning and leaning down over the railing, looking out over the dark garden. You did the same, sipping carefully on your wine.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked after a while. You closed your eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” When you didn’t answer him William sighed. He shuffled closer, until your arms were touching, and bumped into you softly. “It’s fine babe. I shouldn’t have said what I said, I know better than to surprise you like that.”

You knew he was trying to make you feel better, to shift some of the blame from your shoulders to his, but his words only made you spiral.

“You said that earlier too.” You put you glass down and turned enough to look at him. Will raised an eyebrow. “Why do you say that? Do you always feel like you have to think about what you say to me?”

Your boyfriend watched you for a second, contemplating how to handle the question. With a slight shrug he turned to lean his back against the railing, eyes still on you.

“I don’t know. Maybe a bit.”

“Why?”

“Because you react the way you do. The first time I called you my girlfriend you didn’t talk to me for a week.”

“You were on a roadtrip.” You tried to defend yourself but the look William gave you had you press your lips shut again.

“You didn’t answer my calls. When I told you I love you for the first time you freaked out too, asking me to take it back for days before you finally accepted it.” He reached to grab his wineglass, taking a sip. You stared at him for a few seconds before you had to look away, trying to comprehend what he was saying. You knew you had the occasional trouble with, say feelings, but you hadn’t realized that it was so obvious until now. Your boyfriend was standing right next to you, calling you out for being emotional unavailable, and you felt the familiar feeling of utter disgust for yourself settle in your chest.

“I’m sorry.” You said again. Will turned his head to look at you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eyes.

“For what?” He asked again and you had trouble deciphering his voice. He could be mad, or sad, or completely unbothered.

“For being difficult.”

Things were quiet for a second before Will moved. At first you thought he was walking away but then he placed his glass down before pushing away from the railing. A moment later he was standing right in front of you, hands smoothing down your arms before they landed on your hips.

“Look at me.” You shook your head, but William squeezed your hips to let you know he wouldn’t budge. “Look at me.” When you finally did he was staring down at you, the softest expression on his face. You felt your cheeks heat up.

“I don’t mean to be so-“ you started, but William hushed you with a gentle shake of his head.

“Listen to me.” When he could tell you weren’t going to disrupt him he began, voice mellow and sweet. “You’re not difficult. Peculiar? Yes. Confusing? Sometimes. Jumpy? Sure. But not difficult. Sure, sometimes I wish that you felt secure enough to not have to second guess me, or us, or anything else. But you do, and I know you do, and I know you can’t help it. It’s not difficult, it’s the way you are and I love you, apprehensiveness and all.”

“But I don’t want you to have to catch yourself before you speak around me.” You sighed.

“I don’t. Or, well I kind of do. Sometimes. Rarely.” When you didn’t seem convinced he reached up to gently cup your face, thumbs stroking over your cheeks. “Look. Sometimes I refrain from saying certain stuff because I know it’ll make you anxious. Sometimes you do the same to me, like after a bad game, right? It doesn’t bother me. Think of it like proof of how well we know each other, how much we care.” Your eyes flickered between his for a moment and you knew he was being genuine. When you offered a small nod, showing him you accepted the explanation, he smiled. William wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tight against his body, and you tucked your head in underneath his chin.

“You’re so good.” You mumbled, hands gripping his shirt. “Too good.” You really meant it. You’d never thought you’d find someone like him, someone so soft and kind and gentle and funny and understanding. He was the whole package, everything you needed.

William hummed, pressing a few kisses against the top of your head. “You’re pretty good too, you know.”

[girljeremystrong]

"it goes back to the point that when it's all said and done Marner, Matthews and Nylander will be #1, #2 and #3 in every single offensive category in the history of the Toronto Maple Leafs."

TOR@NYI | 11.01.23

[jackhues]

it's the most wonderful time of the year! celly

starting NOV/25/23- JAN/1/23 i'll be posting a special fic every few days for a different person! this is a little gift to all of you for following me, and showing love to my fics <33

they will be based off of different christmas prompts -- i will write one fic per player, for about 15 players. send in any players you want to see + prompts, and i'll write about them if they're not already on the list! i won't be answering the asks, but i'll update the list as it goes on!

prompts: 📱 ─ 3 times you spent christmas apart + 1 time you spent it together : sidney crosby🍪 ─ baking sugar cookies together : mitch marner 🛖 ─ building a gingerbread house together : arber xhekaj ✨ ─ putting the christmas decorations up on november first : quinn hughes ⛄ ─ having a snow day together : william nylander 🎄 ─ leaving the christmas lights up until january : jack hughes ⛸️ ─ going outdoor skating together : matthew tkachuk 👚 ─ go on a date in matching christmas sweaters : auston matthews 🏔️ ─ going back home with them : nico hischier 🌨️ ─ getting caught in a snow storm : jamie drysdale 🌿 ─ kiss under the mistletoe : brendan brisson 🎥 ─ spend the day watching christmas movies : luke hughes 💃 ─ dance in the middle of the night to christmas music : mat barzal 🌲─ decorate the tree together : anthony beauvillier ❄️ ─ go to the winter festival together : braden schneider

tagging some moots below the cut to boost <3

@cherrysodadevils , @cuttergauthier , @hischierdevils , @bradenschneider , @svechnikovvv , @hockeyboysarehot , @moldenhauers , @eminems-skittles , @starry-hughes , @jimothystu , @lifeofpriya , @lam-ila , @waveridersunflower , @babydollmarauders , @starsandhughes , @hischierhaze , @matthewkniesys , @luvhughes43 , @whatashameshespuckedinthehead , @lvrzegras <33

[lvrhughes]

You Drive Me Crazy | W. Nylander

pairing: William Nylander x f!reader

word count: 0.9k

requested: yes

warnings: making out?? teasing? (I dont fully remember)

not my gif!

“Willy, please.” you begged, seeing his eyes roll at the plea. 

“Why?” 

“Because you’re my best friend and I need you?”

He scoffed slightly, you definitely didn’t need him for this.

“No you don’t.”

“But Willy, I love you, please.” he let out a sigh, mumbling a ‘fine’ under his breath. “Yes! I love you so much!” you jumped on him, making him almost fall before wrapping his arms around you to keep you secure. 

He knew it was crazy how quick he’d give in to anything for you, just to hear you say you loved him. And that was how he ended up going to a party with you later that night. 

“Baby, if your were just going to drag me around to all your other friends you did not need me.” He complained as you dragged him by the wrist to your friends at the party.

“Shh Willy, they’re your friends too.” he groaned, wishing he’d stayed home with his dogs instead. 

“Hey, Willy!” Mitch was clearly not sober anymore, his words loud and slurred, steph clung to his side. 

“Hey, Mitchy.” 

“Your girl brought you! She said she would.” his heart speeding up at the words ‘your girl’, but choosing to not indulge Mitch.

Letting Auston instead start a conversation with him, not fully listening, watching you instead. 

“I know you’re not listening, Willy.” the words snapped him out of his gaze.

“Sorry.” 

“Don’t be, you love her, I know.”

It seemed like everyone but you could see how in love William was, how crazy over you he was. He was chirped for it everyday, everyone in the locker room could see the heart eyes when he saw you, how he was so gentle with you. 

“Willy! Come dance!” you urged, running back to him, now a few drinks in. 

“You’re crazy, sweetheart.” 

“I know! Let’s dance now!” he wasn’t given a choice, you grabbing his hand and pulling him into the group of dancing people. Pushing your body against his in the crowd, turning to bury in his chest.

“This what you wanted, sweetheart?” 

A muffled ‘mhm’ came out, continuing to cling to him. Letting him sway you both as he willed, staying pressed against him. It wasn't until your name was called that you turned away from him, looking for whoever called, only to find no one. Yet as fate would have it, of course the weeknd would play, all the girls on the floor grinding up against the boys, making sure you kept William close. But what fun would it be to just stand with him. 

Running your hands down his chest while he looked around, quickly regaining his attention. Swaying your body to the song, his hands tight on your waist. 

“What’re you doing?” 

“I don’t know what you mean.” keeping the rhythm of the song in your movements, letting him feel every move against him with how close you were.

“Quit the act.” He'd never sounded so strict, but what was the drinks for if not confidence.

“What act?” 

He was quick, keeping you against him, pulling you out of the party. He was quick dragging you to the car, opening the door.

“Willy, stop!” 

“We’re going home.” 

“But the party.” you groaned, head falling on his shoulder.

“If you wanted to stay you shouldn’t have acted like that.”

“What are you? My father? Willy, I didn't do anything wrong.” 

“You drive me fucking crazy!” he was yelling, making you step back. He could see the tears the filled your eyes, the guilt following him immediately. “Oh sweetheart, I’m sorry.” 

He was quick pulling you into his arms, securing you in them. “Let’s go home, hmm?”

“No,” you mumbled.

“What do you mean no?” 

“You said I drive you crazy, I don't want to.” 

"Sweetheart, I am so in love with you, it drives me crazy.”

His words froze you for a second, letting them sink in.

“You’re in love with me?”

“Yes, baby.” he confirmed.

When you froze again, fear filled him. What if he had ruined the friendship? What if you never spoke to him again?

“I’m sor-” he was quickly cut off by a kiss, melting his lips against yours. It was everything he’d ever imagined, and you could easily say the same. 

Pulling away for air, you were first to speak.

“I’m sorry, well I’m not but, you get it. I’m in love with you too.” he grinned at the words, pushing his lips against yours again, snaking his arms around your waist as your tangled through his hair. This time he was first to speak.

“Let’s go home now, yeah?” 

You nodded, leaning up for another kiss, him complying quickly. 

“We should’ve done this sooner.” you mumbled against his lips, feeling a smile grow on his. 

“If only you had told me sooner.” he grinned, making you laugh and push him away.

“This is not only on me, Mr.Nylander.” 

He laughed, picking you up and placing you in the passenger's seat, buckling your seatbelt like always. He was quick, jogging over to the drivers side, getting in and starting the car. It was a short ride home, in comfortable silence. When arriving, he motioned for you to stay, running over to open your door. Unbuckling your seatbelt and picking you up bridal style, making you laugh.

“Willy, what’re you doing?”

“Treating you like you deserve, I’ve wanted to do this for years.”

“I’ve wanted this for years too.”

[equallyshaw]

forever a leaf feat, OC Dubas + 23-24 leafs.

- possibly going to be adding a actual blurb, but not sure yet!

- also she’s like 20, since kyle (in this au) had Kylie when he was 17 with his then girlfriend.

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@kyliedubas: see you on the flippity flip toronto.

Tags: Auston matthews, Mitch marner, Alex nylander, morgan rielly, kyledubas, Matthew knies

34.9k likes, 344 + limited comments.

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@kyliedubas: Too many people to tag !!!

@tessavirtue: I’m gonna miss u girlie🥹🤍

↳ @kyliedubas: I’m crying even harder now 😭

↳ @morganrielly: gonna miss you in the 6 :(

↳ @kyliedubas: me too mo, me too 🫶🏻

@austonmatthews34: gonna miss king Kylie

↳kyliedubas: king Kylie forever 👑

@kyledubas: so many incredible memories with my kyles

↳ @kyliedubas: love you pops!

@stephlachance: come visit soon !!

↳ @kyliedubas: oh you already know :)

@mirandascott: 💙💙

↳ @kyliedubas: love you mama

@fanone: aweeee

@fantwo: you literally grew up here :/

↳ @kyliedubas: i know🫶🏻

@williamnylander: have nobody to compete with for best fashion

↳ @kyliedubas: I know !!!! Willy styles and king kyles style will be missed :’(

↳ @austonmatthews: what about me ?

↳ @kyliedubas: nahhh you have no hope

@mitchmarner: gonna miss you twinnie!!! But can’t wait to see what’s next

↳ @kyliedubas: 🤍

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@kyliedubas: got the band back together🫶🏻

Tag: Kyledubas and mirandascott

49.3k likes, 1.3k comments.

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@austonmatthews34: by far the best dubas

@williamnylander: smarty pants with a bachelors in 2 years 😎😎

@fanone: woah I never knew he was with somebody else before his wife

↳ @kyliedubas: yep!! They decided they were better as friends :)

@mitchmarner: Toronto job ? I know a guy who’s looking for some rent income 😌

↳ @kyliedubas: @stephlachance come get ur dude — stranger danger

↳ @stephlachance: lolol we always have a room open

↳ @kyliedubas: mom and dad 🥹

↳ @tessavirtue: oh

↳ @kyliedubas: omg !!! Grandma and grandpa

↳ @mitchmarner: @morganrielly 😭😭

@kyledubas: so proud of you kiddo, can’t wait to see what you do🫶🏻

↳ @kyliedubas: Thankyou for all the support 🤍

↳ @mirandscott: you have no idea how proud we are!

@jtavares: congrats kiddo!!

↳ @kyliedubas: Thankyou jt and family for the wonderful flower arrangement and chocolate

↳ @matthewknies: the literal way to her heart

↳ @kyliedubas: don’t you know it

@matthewknies: I feel dumb

↳ @bunting58: have you considered that you might be ?

↳ kyliedubas: omg let’s take it the gc ladies !

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[laurenairay]

so tell me to leave - W. Nylander

Summary: once is an accident, twice is coincidence, and three times is a pattern. You really needed to stop falling into bed with your ex-boyfriend William.

Happy (early) birthday @cellythefloshie – here is my entry for your birthday bingo celebrations! I managed to hit bingo too, with: one night stand, pining, quickie, ex’s to lovers, autumn birthday. I had a lot of fun writing this one, so I hope you enjoy it!

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: implied smut (off screen), poor communication, William being a flirt, William being an idiot.

Title from July, by Noah Cyrus

~

“This was a mistake.”

“Good morning to you too, käraste.”

You huffed, moving his arm away from your waist so you could get out of his bed. It took all of your strength not to roll your eyes as you saw blatantly check out your bare body.

“I’m serious, William. This can’t happen again,” you said firmly, shimmying back into your dress from last night, eyes desperately searching for your panties.

Three times would be a pattern, after all.

“Ouch, full name before coffee,” he groaned, “Just come back to bed, it’s so early.”

“Not going to happen,” you shot back, giving up on the lost panties in lieu of getting out of his apartment as quickly as possible.

You had other underwear at home – the sacrifice of one black lacy pair wasn’t the end of the world. Even if they were his your favourite. The longer you stayed here, the likelier you were to crack. You knew it. William knew it. It was a downside of having dated him for three years – he knew you far too well. Three months as exes was hardly going to change that all that quickly.

“I missed you this summer,” he murmured, propping his head up with a hand, bicep unfairly bulging.

“You looked like you were having plenty of fun in the UK, I doubt you missed me,” you snorted, picking your phone up from the floor.

The moment those words left your lips, you knew it was a mistake with how his face lit up in delight.

“And there I thought you’d deleted me from your social media,” he grinned.

Ass.

“I have,” you said dryly, “But I still follow your brother.”

His grin dimmed slightly, but he just shook his head.” You always did like Alex more than me.”

You just rolled your eyes. It wasn’t difficult to like his brother more than him right now – Alex wasn’t the one who’d left you in pieces.

“I have things to do, people to see. Or is it things to see, people to do? I always get that mixed up,” you said simply, eyes wide and innocent.

William just snorted. “You’re breaking my heart over here.”

“You broke mine first.”

He inhaled sharply, his composure visibly cracking, before a smooth grin slid over his lips. “I’ll see you soon, käraste.”

You hated how the words made your heart flutter.

~

From: DO NOT ANSWER I believe these are yours? [image]

Your jaw dropped at the message your received three days after the night you’d sworn to forget. The lost black lace panties. He’d had them all this time?

To: DO NOT ANSWER You thief. Why did you keep those?

Your eyes darted over to your coworkers, exiting out of the message thread with William while you waited for a response. The last thing you wanted was for them to see your waylaid underwear on your screen.

From: DO NOT ANSWER I didn’t keep them on purpose. Don’t you remember I shoved them in the back pocket of my jeans when I dropped to my knees by the front door? I definitely remember.

Your cheeks flushed with heat. Of course you remembered his hungry gaze looking up at you and the way he muscled his shoulders in between your thighs. How could you possibly forget that?

To: DO NOT ANSWER You are the worst. I want those back.

His quick response left you breathless.

From: DO NOT ANSWER You want them? Come and get them.

~

“You know, when I said come and get them, I didn’t necessarily mean straight after you finished work. That’s got to be a record for how fast I’ve gotten you from my front door to screaming my name,” William mused.

He just had to ruin the moment.

You lifted your head from the pillow, glaring down at him and squirming as he dug his chin into your belly button, your bare thighs framing his face like the artwork it was.

“And have you keep them like a weird trophy? No thank you,” you shot back, ignoring the jibe about the lightning-fast speed of your rendezvous.

He just cackled, smacking a kiss to your bare hip before rolling out of your hold. You shivered at the lack of body warmth, trying to keep your cool as he crawled up beside you to thump himself down on the pillow next to yours.

“I know you miss me, käraste.”

Something about the way he looked into your eyes, skin all flushed from your recent activities and a small smile on his lips – well, it left you feeling vulnerable.

“William,” was all you could murmur.

“I miss you,” he said firmly, “I miss you so much and I’m pretty sure my whole family is sick of me talking about you.”

He talked about you to his family still?

He missed you?

“You’re the one who broke up with me, remember?” you said shakily, pulling the sheets up to cover your chest.

“And I regret it every day. I was an idiot,” he said softly.

“You can’t just say these things! It isn’t fair!” you groaned, sitting upright.

William sat up next to you, running a hand through his tousled hair. “I know okay, I know. But I’m holding onto hope that you still miss me too! This is the third time we’ve fallen into bed together since we broke up. The first, when you came to pick up your belongings before I left for summer – once is an accident. But the second time three days ago? Twice is coincidence. Three times now…well, it’s a pattern. Three times when I didn’t deserve it, you still graced my bed with your presence. So I’m sorry if I’m not making things fair right now, but this is hard on me too.”

He was pining. William Nylander was pining.

Tears stung at your eyes and you turned your head away from him, but he placed a hand on your thigh over the bedsheet, staying silent. As much as your hated to a admit it, he had a point. Three times was a pattern. But was it a pattern you needed to break, after the way he treated you?

“You tossed me aside like old trash, William. You broke up with me out of nowhere, when all I’ve ever done is love you, and support you, and care for you. All because I dared to smile when Steph and Mitch joked that I’d be the one walking down the aisle next. A joke. A simple joke, because we’d been together for three years and they could see how much I loved you. But that wasn’t enough for you, or it scared you, or whatever the hell it did to make you break my heart and run away,” you said angrily, tears making your voice watery.

William’s hand tightened on your thigh briefly before it slid away, and you finally looked back at him to see tears in his own eyes.

“You’re right. I panicked. I messed up the best relationship I’ve ever had because before you I’d never thought about marriage, not seriously. And then they brought it up and it was all I could think about and I spiralled and I panicked. I’m sorry, käraste. I’ll never be able to make up for how sorry I am.”

Your lips parted in surprise at the raw emotion in his words, speechless for once. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, and he took a shaky breath before smiling sadly.

“I’m sorry that I hurt you, and I’m sorry for breaking your heart, and I’m sorry that my insecurities and panic took control. I know that I don’t deserve your forgiveness, let alone even having you here right now, but I don’t know what I can do to convince you that I mean it. I love you. I love you and I miss you,” he murmured.

He loved you.

He loved you and he missed you.

Fresh tears spilled down your cheeks at the honesty in his words, every ounce of him genuine and soul-destroying. A whimper tore from your throat at the very thought of him still loving you, and it was all you could do to clutch at his shoulders as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours in the gentlest of kisses, barely able to catch your breath as he rested his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know you are,” you managed to choke out.

William smiled sadly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before leaning backwards to look into your eyes properly.

“Is there any chance that you can forgive me, and give me a second chance? Even the slightest sliver of hope?” he asked, chewing his bottom lip.

“I don’t know if I could cope with that kind of heartbreak again,” you said hesitantly.

He let out a shaky breath but nodded. “I understand.”

If ever there was a time to trust your gut, now was it.

“It would take a lot for me to trust you again.”

His lips parted, a stunned expression seeping across his face.

“And we shouldn’t sleep together until I feel like you won’t break my heart again.”

“You mean…”

He trailed off, eyes wide as he ran his hand over his hair.

You winced. “If that’s a deal breaker then-”

“No no no you’ve given me hope, don’t stop now,” William grinned, making you huff out a laugh, “It’s your birthday next week right? Do you have any plans yet?”

“I don’t have any plans yet, no. Why?” you said, raising an eyebrow.

Where was he going with this?

“Let me take you out for dinner. There’s this great Thai place that’s just opened up. They use seasonal produce and I’ve heard their fall menu is incredible. There’s no-one I’d rather go with, other than you. So let me take you out for your birthday, please?”

“You want to take me out for my birthday?” you asked, surprised.

“I want to take you out on a date. It just so happens that I can spoil you for your birthday at the same time. I want to treat you just like you deserve, käraste, just as I should’ve always treated you. And you deserve the world.”

How could you say no to that?

“You only get one second chance,” you warned him, unable to stop the smile that spread over your lips.

“That’s all I need. I’m going to make this up to you, I promise,” he grinned.

[misshoneyimhome]

Since the pregnancy scare one shot was so good! Can we get a Willy Nylander x inexperienced reader one shot where she finds out she’s actually pregnant? Maybe they also go to the first appointment together? Thanks!

Oh love, of course we can ❤️🌺 Hopefully, this will be just as enjoyable 🙏🏼 I'm in such a soft dad!Willy mood 🥰

Just a quick note, I’ve set this one a little in the future 😉

Warnings: 18+ smut - oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), cum inside

Word count: 3.3K

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It wasn’t exactly planned or expected—though not entirely unexpected either.

You knew it was possible and something you’d both considered for the future, but it happened a little sooner than you’d anticipated.

_

You and William Nylander had been together for two years, and although the idea of parenthood had come up in conversation, it wasn’t something you were planning on just yet. Sure, you’d recently had your IUD removed as it had expired, but that only led to you both considering new options for contraception.

Life was going so well.

William was thriving in Toronto, with his contract ensuring his stay for another six or seven years, and your own career was flourishing, with new responsibilities and a better salary—not that it really mattered, given William’s income. After spending your first season together and moving in with him, you’d started talking about finding a new place to build a home together, somewhere that didn’t remind William of his bachelor days. So, you relocated just a few streets away, but several floors up, into a new apartment that felt fresh and full of promise.

But the universe had other plans. It was the night marking your two-year anniversary when fate decided to intervene.

William only had training that day, so it was a perfect opportunity for the two of you to celebrate. You’d gone all out—cooking your favourite meals, setting the table with candles, and savouring a romantic evening in. The atmosphere was perfect, filled with warmth and laughter as you reminisced about your journey together. And as the night wore on, the connection between you quickly deepened, and you could see that familiar, mischievous spark light up in William’s eyes as he leaned in and suggested moving to the bedroom.

“Willy,” you chuckled, trying to sound serious as you reached the bed. “You need a condom. I had my IUD removed, remember?”

He simply waved off your concern with a confident smile. “Babe, it doesn’t work that quickly. Trust me. I want to feel you… all of you.”

Although you were sceptical, your desire to be with him overcame your hesitation. So, you went along with it, trusting in his confidence and his pull-out game.

As always, the night was filled with passion and intimacy, a perfect celebration of your relationship.

William began by lavishing you with attention, his skilled mouth moving between your thighs, as he adored the taste of you and could spend hours painting your body with his tongue.

Yet he also wanted to feel himself inside you. So, after bringing you to climax with his mouth and fingers, he eased himself into you, your moans echoing through the room.

As always, your bodies melted together, as if they were sculptured to, beads of sweat forming as he moved rhythmically in and out of you, stimulating your walls and causing your eyes to roll back in pleasure.

William’s length always felt perfectly aligned inside you, and the rush of pleasure soon overwhelmed any lingering concerns about protection.

Then, amidst euphoria and sounds of sex, he effortlessly flipped you around, and you rode him with practised ease. Endorphins surged as you moved your hips, losing yourself in the sensation and preparing for another climax.

“Oh Willy, I’m gonna come,” you moaned, closing your eyes and quickening the pace.

“Mmmm, fuck yes, baby,” William breathed out heavily, feeling his own climax building. 

Your walls were gripping him tightly, and he could barely hold back. His fingers dug into your hips as you intensified your motions, and William could no longer control himself. Though a small voice in his head reminded him of his promise to pull out, it seemed increasingly difficult with you on top. So, the voice quickly faded as you moaned his name, clenched around him, and reached your climax, causing him to release inside you.

There was a brief silence as you both untangled and realised the situation. Yet, after a quick clean-up, you agreed not to let it worry you. You both simply laughed and reassured yourselves that the removal of the IUD wouldn’t have an immediate effect.

And as you fell asleep in his arms, the connection between you felt stronger than ever, and you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment.

But little did you know, that night would mark the beginning of a new chapter in your lives.

_

Weeks passed, and a sense of unease began to creep in. It wasn’t just that your period was late—again—but everything just felt off. 

You found yourself snapping at the smallest things, your mood swings more intense than ever before. Simple tasks that you used to breeze through now felt exhausting, leaving you drained by midday. Even getting out of bed in the mornings had become a struggle, the kind of bone-deep fatigue that you couldn’t shake, no matter how much sleep you got.

At first, you tried to brush it off. Maybe it was just stress, you reasoned, or perhaps your body was still adjusting after having the IUD removed. But as the days went on and the symptoms didn’t ease, your anxiety grew. The nagging feeling that something wasn’t right became impossible to ignore, so you decided to make an appointment with your gynaecologist, just to be sure.

-

On the day of your appointment, you sat in the waiting room, your nerves making it hard to sit still. The minutes ticked by slowly, each one heightening your anxiety. And when the nurse finally called your name, you followed her into the examination room, your heart pounding louder with each step.

The examination felt like it took forever. You could hear the steady tick of the clock on the wall as the gynaecologist performed the ultrasound, her face carefully neutral. You searched her expression for any clues, your heart racing with anticipation. And when she finally looked up from the monitor, her voice was calm but carried the weight of what she was about to say.

“Well, it seems like you’re pregnant,” she said gently, her eyes meeting yours. “You’re about nine weeks along.”

The words echoed in your mind, feeling both surreal and impossible. “Pregnant?” you repeated, your voice barely more than a whisper. “But how? We were using contraception… or… I mean, used to.”

The doctor nodded sympathetically, her tone understanding. “No contraceptive method is foolproof. It’s possible the IUD didn’t fully prevent pregnancy, or there could have been other factors at play.”

Overwhelmed, you left the clinic in a daze, the reality of the situation weighing heavily on your mind. And naturally, your first instinct was to call William, to share the news with him, but you knew he was at practice. Still, you needed to tell him as soon as possible.

“Hey, Willy,” you said when he answered the phone a couple of hours later in between sessions, your voice trembling despite your efforts to stay calm. “Do you think you can come home early? I need to talk to you about something important.”

His concern was immediate, his tone serious. “Of course. What’s wrong?”

“I’ll explain when you get here,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. “Just please come home.”

That evening, William walked through the door, his face a mixture of worry and confusion. You could see the tension in his posture, the way he scanned your face for clues as to what was going on. You led him to the sofa, your hands shaking slightly as you prepared to tell him.

“I went to the gynaecologist today,” you began, your voice unsteady as you forced the words out. “And she told me I’m pregnant.”

William’s reaction was immediate—his face went pale, his eyes widening in shock. For a moment, he seemed completely frozen, as if his brain was struggling to process what you’d just said. The silence stretched between you, heavy with uncertainty, and you couldn’t help but feel a pang of fear at his lack of response.

“Pregnant?” he finally managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. “Are you sure?”

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes as you met his gaze. “Yes, the doctor confirmed it. I’m about nine weeks along.”

For a long moment, William sat in silence, his expression unreadable as he appeared lost in thought. You knew how much he had always wanted to be a father, but the weight of the reality seemed to be hitting him like a tidal wave. And the longer the silence dragged on, the more anxious you became, unsure of what he was thinking or how he was feeling.

Even as you went to bed together, he remained silent, not uttering a single word.

-

The next day, you woke up a couple of hours before William. You lay there for a while, simply watching him sleep. His face, usually so full of energy, was peaceful and relaxed, and you couldn’t help but smile at how different he looked in these quiet moments. There was a tenderness in his expression, even as he slept, that made your heart swell with love.

Eventually, you slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him, and quietly made your way to the kitchen. You wanted to start the day slowly, giving yourself time to process everything that had happened the day before. The familiar smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the room as you prepared a pot, but what had once been a comforting aroma now made your stomach churn. Ever since you found out you were pregnant, coffee had become something of a trigger for your morning sickness, so you opted for a cup of tea instead.

As the tea brewed, you allowed yourself to savour the moment of silence. The kitchen was bathed in soft morning light, the only sounds being the gentle clink of the teapot and the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall. It was a peaceful start to the day.

But the quiet was soon broken by the soft pitter-patter of paws as Pablo and Banksy wandered across the floor to greet you. The dogs had sensed the changes in you long before you had even realised. Over the past few weeks, they had been unusually attentive, sticking close to your side as if they were aware of the new life growing inside you. You reached down to give them a gentle scratch behind the ears, smiling as they nuzzled against your legs.

After finishing your tea, you decided to take the dogs out for a quick morning walk. You dressed in your most comfortable clothes—soft leggings and an oversized jumper—enjoying how they hugged your body as you slowly walked through the quiet streets. The air was crisp and fresh, the early morning stillness soothing your mind. The streets were almost empty, save for the occasional jogger or dog walker, and you found comfort in the solitude, using the time to gather your thoughts.

When you returned home, you brewed another cup of tea, feeling more settled now. Your stomach was beginning to calm down as well, so you decided to make breakfast. Pancakes seemed like the perfect choice—Swedish pancakes, to be precise, as they had become a favourite of yours ever since you started dating William.

As you whisked the batter, the kitchen began to fill with the mouth-watering aroma of cooking pancakes. And the smell was enough to rouse William from his sleep. 

Gently, he appeared in the doorway to the open-plan kitchen, his hair tousled from sleep and a sleepy smile on his face, dressed in nothing but boxers and an open robe. He leaned against the doorframe for a moment, just watching you as you moved about the kitchen. You looked beautiful, radiant even, with the soft morning light highlighting your features.

In his mind, William reminded himself how much he loved you. How incredibly lucky he was to have you in his life. You were his everything—his rock, his confidant, his partner in every sense of the word. You’d been by his side through all the ups and downs over the past two years, and now, the thought of starting a family with you filled him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. He couldn’t believe how fortunate he was to share this journey with you.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” you said softly, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Good morning, älskling,” William replied, a light smirk playing on his lips as he stepped closer to you. He wrapped his hands around your hips, pulling you close as he leaned down to kiss you. The kiss was gentle, tender, with the lingering taste of mint on your lips. He held you there for a moment, just savouring the warmth of your body against his.

“Did you sleep well?” you asked, your voice soft and gentle as your arms draped around his neck.

“Mmm,” he nodded, though there was a hint of hesitation in his response. “Just… had a lot on my mind.”

You could sense the unease in his voice, the way his brow furrowed slightly as he spoke. “Willy…” you whispered, concern evident in your tone, but he shook his head, as if trying to dismiss his thoughts.

“I’m sorry,” he said suddenly, his voice firm, but laced with a vulnerability that caught you off guard.

“Sorry? For what?” you asked, tilting your head slightly as you searched his eyes.

“For freezing up last night…” he confessed, his gaze dropping to the floor. “I just… I got scared.”

“Willy, you don’t need to apologise,” you reassured him, offering a soft smile as you reached up to cup his cheek. “I know this is huge, for both of us. It’s a lot to take in.”

“Exactly. Last night, all I could think about was myself—how scared I was at the thought of becoming a dad,” he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. “I didn’t think about how you must be feeling, or how much I want this, too.”

You took a deep breath, feeling a rush of love for the man standing in front of you. “What are you talking about? Willy, you’re going to be an amazing dad.”

“I hope so,” he said, looking back up at you, his blue eyes filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. “It’s just… I want to do this right. I don’t want to let you down.”

“Willy, you’ll never let me down,” you replied, your voice firm but gentle. You reached up to run your fingers through his hair, a soothing gesture you knew he loved.

“I’ll do my best,” he said, his voice softening as he leaned into your touch. “I love you so much… I guess it just hit me last night. It all suddenly felt so real.”

“Well,” you said, moving away from him to pick up the ultrasound scan you’d left on the counter. “It is real. And I know we’re both a little scared, but I also think we’re ready.”

William took the photo from your hands, his expression softening as he looked at the tiny image. He studied it for a moment, a smile slowly spreading across his face. “This is him… or her?”

You nodded, a smile tugging at your lips as you watched him.

“Wow…” he breathed out, awe colouring his voice. He placed the photo back down on the counter before turning to you. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around you, lifting you off the ground as he pulled you into a deep, passionate kiss. “I love you so much. And now… I just can’t wait to be a dad.”

“Well, you’ll have to wait another seven months,” you chuckled lightly as he set you down, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“It’ll be worth the wait,” he said, his voice filled with certainty.

“Yeah,” you agreed, resting your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “It’s going to be amazing.”

_

William had, of course, been incapable of keeping the news a secret from his family and closest friends. Pasta, in particular, was one of the first to know.

And as you approached the 12-week mark, the anticipation was almost palpable. On the morning of your first scan, William was more excited than you’d ever seen him. He couldn’t stop talking about how incredible it would be to finally see the little life growing inside you. And his excitement was infectious, even though you were a bundle of nerves, anxious to know that everything was progressing as it should.

The two of you arrived at the clinic, hand in hand, and checked in at reception. The waiting room felt like a sanctuary, as William squeezed your hand, offering a reassuring smile, though you could see the flicker of anxiety in his eyes. This was definitely a significant moment for both of you.

And when your name was called, you followed the nurse into the softly lit examination room. You lay down on the examination table, and William took his place beside you, his gaze never leaving your face.

Then as the technician applied the cool gel to your belly and began the ultrasound, you held your breath, waiting for the first glimpse of your baby. William’s hand was warm in yours, his grip firm and supportive as the technician moved the wand over your abdomen.

“There we go,” the technician said softly as the screen flickered to life. “Here it is.”

For a moment, it felt like the room had shrunk, and the only thing that mattered was that small, fluttering figure on the screen. William’s eyes were fixed on the monitor, his expression unreadable as he stared at the tiny being nestled inside you.

“Is that…?” William’s voice was barely more than a whisper, filled with awe.

“That’s your baby,” the technician confirmed, her tone warm and encouraging.

William’s eyes slowly filled with tears, and he didn’t even try to hide it. The sight of the little figure, with its tiny limbs and the rapid flicker of a heartbeat, overwhelmed him completely. He blinked rapidly, trying to keep his composure, but the emotion was too strong. This was real. This was his child.

“Oh my God,” he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. “That’s… that’s our baby.”

You turned to look at him, your own eyes misty as you saw the wonder and love on his face. The moment was indescribable, seeing him so moved, so utterly captivated by the sight of your baby. It was as if time had stopped, and in that instant, everything else faded away—there was just the three of you.

The technician continued with the scan, pointing out the tiny hands and feet, the curve of the baby’s spine, but William was barely listening. He was completely absorbed in the image on the screen, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand as he tried to process the enormity of what he was seeing.

When the scan was over, and the technician had printed out a few pictures for you to keep, William remained quiet, lost in his thoughts as you both left the clinic. But his silence wasn’t from shock or fear, it was from a deep, profound sense of love and responsibility. The image of that tiny figure had changed something in him, solidifying the reality of the life you were creating together.

Later that evening, back at home, William was still clutching the ultrasound picture, his eyes lingering on the image as he sat beside you on the sofa. “I can’t believe that’s our baby,” he said softly, his voice full of wonder. “I never knew I could feel like this… It’s like everything’s changed.”

You rested your head on his shoulder, feeling the same deep connection. “It’s overwhelming, isn’t it?” you whispered, your heart full.

He nodded, finally looking up at you, his eyes shining with emotion. “Yeah… But it’s the best feeling in the world. I can’t wait to meet them.”

You smiled, placing a hand on your belly, feeling a deep sense of peace. “Neither can I.”

And as the two of you sat there, close together, the future felt more real than ever, filled with the promise of the new life you had seen for the first time that day.

[chukys-mouthguard]

good graces

you do something suspect, this cute ass bye-bye

featuring -> william nylander x female reader

genre -> angst/fluff

word count -> 1.35k

-> short n’ sweet masterlist

“Have you seen Willy on Spittin’ Chiclets yet?”

Your friend called to you from the kitchen as she started on making drinks while you were taking a bit longer on your makeup than you would’ve liked.

“Fuck I forgot, let me pull it up.”

You and William had been seeing each other for almost nine months now, though not putting a label on it things were pretty serious. Having taken numerous trips together, William constantly spoiling you, all while telling you he couldn’t imagine his life not getting to be your guy.

He’d gotten invited onto the Spittin’ Chiclets podcast and you were excited to watch. It was one of your favorite shows, but you also were anticipating them to ask William some hilarious questions.

“Okay so, we gotta ask. You’re a young guy here in Toronto, dare I say you’re a stud! What’s the dating scene like here in Toronto? You tied down by a lucky lady, what do you have going on?”

William chuckled as you quickly flashed your eyes to the screen of your cell phone, seeing the way he blushed at them asking the question. While you knew this podcast had been filmed several weeks ago, you were still aware of what his answer should be, at least from your perspective. But as he hesitated, and stumbled over his words you could feel your grip on your eyeliner tightening.

“Yeah um, I’m definitely here for a good time. Not really tied down, just enjoying my time here for sure with whoever comes into my life. But, I like to think I do alright for myself.”

Pausing the video you emerged from the bathroom to find your friend with the same look of shock on her face as you currently had on your own.

“Are you joking?”

“He’s fucking dead. Not really tied down? Is he stupid?”

You couldn’t believe William had actually said those words, not really tied down. Had the last nine months been something casual and meant nothing to him? Here you were ready to go out to dinner with him and some friends, but now all you could repeat through your brain was that interview.

“What are you gonna do?”

You headed over to the bar cart, grabbing a shot glass and the tequila. Throwing back a shot before you hurried back to finish your makeup.

“I can’t bail, but he’s going to see a side of me he won’t like if he doesn’t acknowledge it, that's for sure.”

You’d arrived at the restaurant, the few tequila shots you’d tossed back calming your frustrations a bit, though you were still upset with William. Not wanting to ruin the night you figured the least you could do was power through a dinner and not give away any sign you were unhappy with him.

But as the dinner unfolded, it was as if anything William did was coming across as suspect. The way he smiled at the waitress, calling her sweetheart anytime she’d checked in or brought him something. The way he would place his hand atop hers anytime she’d stop by the table and ask if he needed anything. Your anger only building as you thought back to his comments on the podcast, rolling your eyes thinking that everything with him was just a casual fling to him. Despite how much he’d meant to you.

He caught you staring at him from across the table, you’d opted to sit across from him versus next to him so you could give yourself a bit of space to try and give him the opportunity to notice your mood. But he didn’t necessarily catch on, acting as if things were normal other than where you’d chosen to sit.

With dinner wrapping up, you’d all chosen to go to one of the bars down the street. William now noticed how you were walking arm in arm with your friend rather than by his side. He called out to you, simply getting the cold shoulder as you elected to keep walking as if you hadn’t heard him. Your mind focused on getting to the bar and getting some more drinks in your system, needing to channel your frustrations through alcohol and dancing.

William opted to sit with the group, watching you dancing on the floor with your friend. Figuring that he’d done something to piss you off, but he didn’t know what. Usually the two of you could talk through things, but it was clear you had no desire to talk to him tonight. And he knew better than to push you or force anything on you, simply giving you the space you wanted.

His eyes followed you as you made your way to the bar, a guy soon approaching you as you ordered a drink. William fully expected you to kindly dismiss the man, but instead he saw you laughing and smiling. Your hand resting on the man’s forearm as you were clearly enjoying yourself. He tossed back his drink in frustration as he stood up, making his way to the bar to step in before you’d do anything further to really anger him.

“Hey, everything okay?”

William smiled down at you as he rested a hand at your lower back, flashing his eyes to the gentleman with a bit of a glare. Only to be met with a smile as the man had recognized the blonde haired Maple Leaf that stood before him.

“Yeah, William, you know Joey. Joey Loperfido, outfield for the Blue Jays. He’s actually a really big Leafs fan!”

“How are you man? I’m a big fan of yours as well! I was actually at the game last week, great win!”

The two of them shook hands, though Joey sensed some tension and kindly excused himself.

“Really Willy? I was making friends.”

“Friends? Is that what you called that? I saw from a mile away you were flirting with the guy!”

He scoffed as he rolled his eyes, taking the spot in front of you at the bar as he signaled the bartender for another drink.

“Like you care? This is just enjoying time with whoever comes into your life, remember?”

William looked at you confused, unsure as to what you were talking about. Making you laugh as you sipped your drink, rolling your eyes as you found it hilarious he was trying to play dumb.

“I heard you on the Spittin’ Chiclets podcast, don’t play dumb! Has the last nine months meant nothing to you? I mean, you tell me all the time how much you love being my guy, but could’ve fooled me with the answer you gave Biz and Whit.”

William immediately brought a hand to his face, groaning as he realized now what you were referring to.

“Y/n, baby, look at me.”

He brought his hands to your face, despite your trying to push him away. A smile on his face as he looked at you.

“The Spittin’ Chiclets podcast is the last place I would ever want to confirm or announce you as my girlfriend.”

Your eyes went wide hearing him call you his girlfriend, the title not being something he’d ever used before. And while you wanted to be mad at him for what he said, it was hard hearing how amazing it felt hearing him finally call you his girlfriend.

“Wait, like, we are official now? I’m your girlfriend?”

“If you’ll have me as your boyfriend? Though after tonight I’m not so sure.”

Quickly you pulled his lips to yours, feeling amazing to kiss him after being distant from him all night. He smiled into the kiss, assuming that was your answer. And it was a good enough answer for him.

“But so help me god William Nylander, if you ever say some dumb shit like that again, you do not want to bring out my mean side.”

He chuckled at your scolding as he stole another kiss from you.

“Oh trust me babe, tonight I got a taste of it tonight and I’m staying in your good graces if it’s the last thing I do!”

[brainddeadd]

william nylander x figure skater!reader?? reader is still an active skater, they get introduced through morgan reilly and tessa and they are too different. willy's super confident whereas reader gets stressed and overwhelmed??? theres some skating event for kids both of them are at and they slowly tolerate each other or something?? idkk

You and William Nylander were introduced by Morgan Rielly and Tessa Virtue at a charity event for children. You were still an active figure skater, traveling the world for competitions, while William was a star on the ice in his own way, and it was clear from the start that the two of you couldn’t have been more different.

Morgan thought it’d be a good idea for you and Willy to co-host a kids’ skating event together, something about combining your respective talents for a good cause. At first, it seemed like a simple idea, but now, as you stood on the rink with a dozen kids looking up at you, anxiety was creeping in.

You adjusted your skates and glanced nervously at William, who was laughing easily with some of the kids, completely in his element. He seemed so... relaxed. It was almost irritating how he just knew everything would go well, while you were worried about making a mistake or tripping in front of the cameras.

"You good?" he asked, catching you staring.

You blinked, quickly nodding. "Yeah, just… a lot of people here."

William chuckled, that same confident, casual grin on his face. “It’s just a kids’ event, no need to stress. Plus, you’re like a skating legend to them. You’ve got this.”

You let out a small laugh despite yourself, though the nerves were still there. “Easy for you to say. You’re used to all this attention. I’m not.”

He shrugged, gliding over to stand beside you. “Hey, I’m not used to gliding around on figure skates. If anyone should be nervous, it’s me.”

You rolled your eyes, trying not to show how anxious you really felt. “You’re *William Nylander*. You don’t get nervous.”

He flashed you a wink. “Maybe not on the ice, but you’re a different kind of ice expert.”

For the next hour, you and William worked together, helping the kids with skating drills and tricks. He was naturally charming, making the kids laugh, while you found yourself focused on keeping everything under control. But every now and then, you caught him looking at you, his easy confidence almost daring you to relax.

At one point, a young girl lost her balance and nearly fell, and you immediately rushed over to help her, your protective instinct kicking in. As you knelt beside her, calming her down, William skated over and gave the kid a high five, turning her tears into giggles.

“See?” he said softly once she skated off. “You’re good at this.”

You shot him a skeptical glance, still feeling a little frazzled. “I’m not as relaxed as you are. You make it seem effortless.”

He shook his head with a smile. “It’s not about being relaxed. You care about every detail, and that’s what makes you good at what you do.”

There was a moment of quiet between you, and you looked away, feeling a little self-conscious under his gaze. Despite the initial tension, you were beginning to appreciate his presence more. His calmness helped balance out your nerves, even if you didn’t want to admit it just yet.

As the event wound down, you and William found yourselves sitting on the bench, watching the last of the kids practice their skating. You sighed, feeling the weight of the day lift slightly.

“This wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be,” you admitted, glancing at him.

He grinned, that cocky but somehow charming look back on his face. “Told you. You just needed to loosen up.”

You shook your head, but there was a small smile tugging at your lips. “Maybe you’re right.”

William stretched his arms behind his head, leaning back as if he’d just won some small victory. “See? You’re starting to like me. I knew you would.”

You gave him a playful nudge with your elbow. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“I’m serious,” he said, his tone softening slightly. “You and me… we might be different, but I think we make a pretty good team.”

You turned to face him, surprised by the sincerity in his voice. His usual teasing was still there, but there was something deeper in his eyes, something you hadn’t noticed before. Maybe, just maybe, you were starting to see why people were drawn to his easy confidence. And maybe, being around him wasn’t so bad after all.

“Yeah,” you said quietly, your heart skipping a beat. “We do.”

[ohsunnyboy]

never again | yoon keeho ˚₊‧⁺˖

you don't know what's cuter. you're boyfriend, lee keeho, or the delusion that the leafs will win the cup in either of your lifetimes.

TAGS: established relationship, toronto leafs fan!keeho, boston bruins fan!reader, screaming and shouting at a tv screen, fluff, maple leafs hockey is its own tw, drinking games!! keeho is lowk ooc

A/N: based off this iconic video. game 6 changed my brain chemistry and gave me hope until... well iykyk... here's the match recap. this is so niche it's entirely self indulgent sorry in advance lmao

WORDS: ~1000

If you're going to be a hockey fan, you should know the number one rule: don't date within the division.

The notorious ad aside, it's pretty clear, once it gets to playoffs with you two, everything's off the table. Especially if you're throwing couch cushions across the room when you're team can't convert on a power play. Cough, the leafs, cough.

Which made it especially weird when you, a Boston Bruins fan ended up dating Yoon Keeho, a fucking Toronto Maple Leafs fan.

"Oh my god are the refs blind?! That's clearly a holding call!" he cries. Ah, it really doesn't get sweeter than this.

"Shut up, he just boarded Lohrei with that! Penalty for both of them," you snarl out, eyes fixated on the tv screen, watching the play-by-play slo-mo of the hit. Lohrei crumpling against the boards as Holmberg practically folds him. "Look! They're not even calling it. Did you see Carolina yesterday? they were calling everything that breathed wrong."

With a sigh, both you and Keeho take a shot. At this rate, you both could be professional alcoholics with how many missed penalty calls there've been this series. You can already feel the regret in the morning trying to sink in with this drinking game.

Keeho hums beside you, but he's been practically vibrating out his skin the entire game. "That's just Svechnikov no? He's massi—OH MY GOD WILLIAM NYLANDER YOU SWEDISH BEAUTY!"

The screen erupts as Nylander finally opens the scoring for the Leafs. A sea of horrific blue and white exploding into cheers. Idly, you think it's the most lively you've seen Scotiabank Arena in years.

"Ugh, really?" And you just have to flop back into the couch corner as Keeho takes his victory lap around the room. Dressed in, of course, his Nylander jersey.

"Oh yeah baby! I could marry that man," he laughs, before very comically and somehow very seriously turning back to you. "After you, babe. Of course after you, love of my life, angel of my univer-"

You hurl one of your last pillows at him. "Sit back down, idiot." The high flush on his face is pretty adorable, even if his alcohol breath stinks when he curls in next to you on the couch. Both of you are going to be crawling out of bed tomorrow for sure.

From above and below your small apartment you can hear the same screams. With the window propped open, you can even hear horns go off in the streets. Capital of Hockey and all that. Moving here to be with Keeho had been hard to do, but so much more worth it for the hockey. Especially when Boston comes rolling into town: being the only Bruins fan for rows on rows was intimidating but so much sweeter if they won.

"I'm your idiot, idiot," he croons into your neck. Peppering you with cute and sloppy kisses across your skin. You finger's curl idly into his hair as you watch the ads spin by on the tv, signalling the end of the second period. His cold fingertips curl around your waist, idly smoothing circles into it. Curled up like this, it's the cosiest you could ask for - and somehow you don't mind the lack of pillows. You both make up for it with your shared body heat.

Carefully, you extract your phone from under him like he's a jenga tower about to fall, but game-drunk like this, he could probably sleep through the Leafs Stanley cup parade if they did win for once.  

Twitter's the same as you left it: another TicTacTOmar clip of Lohrei and Holmberg, more Steve Dangle commentary and your Boston moots crowing about how the Leafs will lose it in the third period. Very, very secretly, you don't think they will. Swayman vs Woll as goalies are brilliant – and terribly good looking – but it must be the phase of the moon or something stupid, but Toronto might just win it this game.

Looking down at your sleeping beauty, Keeho is blissfully passed out on your chest. Face semi-flushed, mouth agape and drool leaking out. Yeah, this is going in the camera roll.

A quick snap and a venture into your settings is all it takes to set the glorious picture as your lock screen. And, if you squint, you can see Draisaitl's neon orange Skip ad in the background. Exactly why you're dating him in the first place.

"You really are my idiot, idiot," you murmur and you press a kiss to his hairline, a warm feeling roiling in your stomach.

Stashing your phone away, you ready yourself with a minute on the clock until the third starts. Saying that, you should really wake sleeping beauty up. "Hey... hey, get up. The Leafs lost in overtime again."

His eyes blink blearily as he processes your words. Slowly, then all at once, you can see the panic settle into his eyes as he sees your shit-eating grin. “No they didn't,” he whispers, but it borders on desperate.

You really can't help yourself. "Yup! There was even a line brawl," you sigh dramatically, bringing your hand to your forehead with a flair. "Swayman was even fighting Woll, a whole goalie scrap and you missed it."

"Nope! Not believing it." Keeho finally has the common sense to turn to look at the screen and realise the third's just begun. The stare of disappointment he gives you is cold enough to give Winnipeg a run for its money. "Never again."

You roll your eyes but just pat the space next to you for him to settle down properly on. "C'mon, whoever loses this has to get breakfast."

“You’re so on,” he huffs to agree, taking a bodily effort to sit back against the couch and on your cold feet. There’s a fire in his eyes that makes you regret this already. “I’m so making you drive to Timmy’s.”

Deep in your heart, if you had to choose Boston or Toronto to win the cup, you'd still choose Boston. But no matter how this series ends, you'd still love your boyfriend very, very much.

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From Completely Different Worlds - The Sweden Chapter - Part Six

Previous parts 1 2 3 4 5 In continuation of @misshoneyimhome's birthday celebration, here is Part 6 of The Sweden Chapter

A/N - I had some fun writing this part which is a little indulgent but I feel it also lends itself to some important and intimate moments between William and Loren. I hope you like it.

Warnings - profanity, alcohol consumption (not excessive), general smut (oral m and f receving, sex (p in v)) Images of Loren belong to Laura Celia

Word count - approx 9k

18+ only please - jumps in right under the cut.

"Mmmmph… Loren…"

"Oui?"

"Fuck… grrrmph… Loren… uuurgrmph… uuurgrmph… don't stop… don't stop…"

William's legs shot straight out as he grasped Loren's hair. Her lips held his shaft still as her tongue swirled repeatedly around the tip of William's cock.

"Mmmmmmmm…" Loren let out a long moan which barely could be heard over the guttural groan from William as he unloaded into her mouth. She continued with the same motion over his tip until William's body started to jolt from the stimulation.

With a slight air of satisfaction mixed with a touch of disappointment, she sensed that it might be a little too much for him to keep going for another round. That's how much Loren loved sucking William's cock… the first round was just an "amuse-bouche" (couldn't resist the pun). Oftentimes, much to William's good fortune and delight, Loren wasn't satiated until he came at least once more. He didn't question the whys of the love Loren had for giving him blow jobs… he just did his best to make sure he reciprocated—often. Truth be told, he loved making her squirm just as much as she enjoyed watching his muscles spasm as he came.

"Holy fuck—I saw stars for a minute…" William pressed his palms against both eyes and exhaled a long breath, still reeling from his orgasm. He laid his head back on the settee, and said with a chuckle "So… this—this is Loren in Paris, hmm?"

Loren was busy kissing the softer area on William's torso. "This is Loren anywhere in the world when she has William Nylander all to herself in a locked room," she mumbled, lips still pressed against his skin. "But yes, Paris does add a certain something…"

Loren remained kneeling between William's splayed thighs, running her hands along his chiseled legs and up his chest. William moaned softly with each butterfly kiss Loren pressed against his skin, his fingers gently smoothing her hair as he kept his eyes closed and head tilted back.

William and Loren had only arrived in Paris a handful of hours prior to that moment, and already he was immersed in complete bliss.

As she gracefully rose to stand, William gently pulled her on top of him, guiding her into a cozy straddle. Loren looked down at his stunning face and was momentarily awestruck with his masculine beauty. She felt so lucky - it was almost bewildering to think what her life had looked like for the past handful of years, to where she was at that very second.

She smiled softly as her hands gently cradled his face, her one thumb lightly ran along his upper lip feeling the texture of that moustache—the one that few men could sport and make it look as good as only William could. She lowered her mouth first onto one cheekbone, and then the other. She continued down along his jawline, under his chin to his neck whispering "Thank you" in between the last few kisses. She kept whispering her appreciation as visiting Paris was a distant goal she set long into her future. William had now made it a reality for her.

As she kissed him tenderly down his neck, savoring the taste of his skin and his arms around her, William felt he needed to convey more of his appreciation to Loren. He already had developed deep feelings for her, but with the way she enriched his life, it made him feel like he needed to express something more meaningful towards her. Loren had shown him more patience, compassion, and understanding than he could hope for - and all of this even before knowing what they even were together. Her actions, regardless if they were big or small, were genuine and true and given freely with no hint of an ulterior motive.

Even the moments Loren would consider insignificant, William cherished them deeply. The times when she often would surprise William with small tokens when she used to visit him in the city—usually food-related items which stemmed from their casual conversations. Though she'd often downplay her gifts, saying "it's not much," William had to remind her that her thoughtfulness was the thing that held all the value in the world.

William found himself thinking about their potential future together. Given his career and personal needs, he wondered if he could ever truly express his gratitude for the devotion and support he knew Loren would bring into his life.

Paris, he hoped, was a good beginning. William had a few ideas of places he wanted to take her—a dinner here, an excursion there—but the rest of the City of Lights was entirely at Loren’s fingertips.

He had already witnessed her awestruck expression when they landed at Charles de Gaulle Airport. She had nearly held his hand too tightly as she took in every sight from the limo window, chatting animatedly with the driver, an older gentleman who seemed equally charmed by her. Each time William watched her experience something new—whether it was a novel sushi restaurant, the way she doted on him the first night he stayed at her house, or her excitement while touring around Stockholm—he found he could never tire of her reactions. She was so expressive, brimming with interest and gratitude, that his cheeks often ached from the wide smiles she constantly brought to his face.

William smoothed his hand up her back as she remained straddling his lap. “It’s the least I could do…. with you coming here and everything. I just couldn’t….” William softly moaned with a light chuckle as Loren switched to the other side of his neck, kissing a trail down across the ridge of muscle along his shoulder “….couldn’t stop…fuck - couldn’t stop thinking how much I missed you.”

Although she never articulated it verbally, William knew she had missed him too. He sensed it every time she returned his gaze - she communicated volumes with her eyes alone.

Continuing to kiss and caress his neck with her lips, Loren’s hand made its way from William’s partially bare chest to the nape of his neck as her fingers played with the longer strands of his hair on the back of his head.

She kissed him tenderly on the forehead, torn between her desire to continue expressing her gratitude and her concern about overdoing it. Loren's glance drifted from William past the opening of the French doors to the red flowers that cascaded over the railings of their private terrace.

For Loren, everything within her line of sight felt so profoundly special; she tried to absorb every detail and reveling in the beauty of her surroundings. For the next few days, she and William would call the luxurious Imperiale Suite their home. The suite boasted breathtaking views of the Arc de Triomphe and the Champs-Élysées, with the Eiffel Tower gracing the horizon. Loren had to swallow back her emotions more than once to keep her composure in the sheer disbelief of where she was—and with whom. This was the most breathtaking and romantic gesture anyone had ever done for her; it truly felt like a dream.

Now that the hangover of the Summer Olympics had passed, and the oppressive heat wave the the city had been experiencing, the rain that evening was very much welcomed. What was also welcomed with the rain was the option to either stay within the perimeter of the hotel, or better yet, the perimeter of their lavish accommodations.

As the dinner hour approached, they opted for a light meal via room service. The rest of the evening was open-ended - a relaxing stroll to explore the property's luxury amenities, followed by enjoying signature cocktails at the hotel bar. William was an Aperol Spritz where Loren was the French 75.

And so ended their evening back in their suite, both glowing with the effects of a handful of cocktails and eager to once again express their adoration and affection for one another.

The day following their arrival was nothing short of idyllic. Together, they explored the vibrant streets around their hotel, indulging every sense. A five-minute walk brought them to the towering Arc de Triomphe, and a further twenty minutes led William to his personal mecca—the luxury shops of Dior, Louis Vuitton, and more. Loren was fascinated watching him browse the shelves, marveling at his diverse fashion sense. From shirts to watches to shoes, William’s tastes covered the full spectrum, embracing comfort, functionality, and class.

For William, equal delight came from watching Loren. Hearing her speak French was like listening to a symphony, and seeing her effortlessly engage with everyone they met—each shop clerk, each passerby—filled him with pride. She even managed to enlist a few older tourists for one of her future language video segments, her warm nature putting them instantly at ease.

As they wandered, William was once again reminded of what made Loren unique to him: her quiet modesty. She seemed perfectly content just browsing, occasionally stopping to admire something beautiful before walking away with a casual indifference that made him smile.

Though he appreciated her individual approach to fashion, William wanted Loren to feel free to choose clothing based on her taste, not her budget. Gently, he guided her into a women’s clothing boutique, only to be called outside to take a phone call as Loren wandered past the mannequins and racks of elegant attire.

A few minutes passed and William re-entered the store, giving a nod to the sales associate. He quietly approached Loren from behind, placing his hands on her hips as she looked at the high-end purses and shoes.

“Sorry about that - it was one of my sisters. See anything you like?”

Loren had actually. A pair of strappy sandals with stiletto heels. Every so often, her vice would appear in the form of “come fuck me heels”, and these particular pair were no exception.

She smiled as she ever so slightly leaned back against William. “Those - those sandals,” she said softly enough for William to lean closer to hear her. “With those, I wouldn't have to stand on my tippy-toes when you come after me from behind…”

“Jesus - hey, not fair…you can’t say stuff like that to me in public - you want me rockin’ a semi in the middle of the store?” William groaned lowly into her ear. “You gotta get those heels now - don’t torture me.”

Loren knew she couldn't afford them, but she didn't want to mention it. "Mmm, maybe another time," she said slyly. "Torturing you sounds too tempting to pass up."

“How about you just try them on - for me?” William planted soft kisses on her cheek trying to further persuade her.

Loren playfully rolled her eyes, amused at how easily she gave in to William but it wasn’t hard to understand why. “Fine,” she said, trying to suppress a smile.

Loren made eye contact with the sales associate who had been watching them from a distance. Smiling, the woman approached, her thoughts drifting affectionately to her own wonderful boyfriend, hard at work on the opposite end of the city.

She introduced herself as Odette, and as she spoke, Loren found herself spellbound by her deep, rich voice and heavy French accent.

The three made small talk, and soon Odette mentioned that it would be a crime for Loren to pass up the chance to try the shoes on. With her trained eye, Odette could already tell that Loren’s frame would be beautifully complemented by a tall heel.

After a quick scan of Loren’s cute, casual outfit, Odette asked if she’d humor her—strictly from a professional standpoint, of course—and try the shoes on with a sleek black dress she believed would enhance Loren’s look and truly showcase the sandals.

William’s eyes lit up, and he answered with a resounding “Yes!” before Loren could even open her mouth. She shot him a wide-eyed look before smirking at his enthusiasm, nodding her head in playful defeat as she turned back to Odette.

Odette offered both William and Loren glasses of champagne and disappeared to fetch the shoes and dress. As they waited, William leaned in, asking if there was anything else she liked. Loren chuckled and replied simply, “Everything.”

It was true. Everything in that boutique seemed to call to her, as if each piece could perfectly complement one of her many moods. Spending time with William had awakened her passionate, playful side, and she secretly wished she had the means to expand her wardrobe, especially in the intimates department.

She’d discovered that she felt most confident with sleek, shapely bras and panties beneath her usual work attire. Still, there was a part of her—much like the stilettos she admired—that yearned for sheer teddies, bodysuits, and bustiers, pieces she could “model” before seducing her Swedish lover with her mouth.

Loren’s mind drifted to her favorite new daydream of William in Paris, but she quickly snapped back to reality as Odette returned with the dress and shoes.

Odette poured William another glass of champagne before disappearing behind the velour drapes of the fitting area. Loren surprised Odette by switching to French, first apologizing that she might slip into Quebecois occasionally, and then for potentially wasting her time since she hadn’t planned on making any purchases. The sandals alone were close to a thousand euros, and the dress—though she’d loved it at first sight—was so far beyond her budget that she couldn’t even bring herself to look at the price.

[In French] “Loren, you’re not wasting my time. But your man—boyfriend? Husband?—he seems very keen to see you in these.” Odette smiled, scanning Loren from head to toe. “You have the perfect physique for these shoes. Are you a dancer?” She studied Loren’s frame with a practiced eye. “You have a dancer’s body.”

“I took ballet and other forms when I was young and kept it up until university,” Loren replied with a nostalgic smile.

“Thought so,” Odette said with a wink before exiting the fitting room. “Call if you need me—I’ll be close by.”

Much like the fitting rooms in the boutique Michelle had taken her to in Stockholm, the only mirrors were outside the changing area. Loren slipped out of her casual attire and into the heels and dress. She instantly felt transformed. The luxurious lacey material of the dress was one thing, but the shoes—adding height and accentuating her lean waist, all the way down to her slender ankles—made her feel seductive, sensual, and powerful.

Peeking out from behind the drape, Loren saw William and Odette chatting and waiting patiently. She stepped out and looked at her reflection in the enormous mirror, feeling a blend of excitement and shyness about meeting William’s gaze.

If she had looked his way, she would have seen his eyes light up, a wide grin spreading across his face. Yet even his outward reaction barely captured what he felt on the inside. Though he hadn’t known Loren for long, she had taken root inside him so naturally, so completely, that he was trying to make sense of the stirrings she awakened in him. Inviting her to Stockholm had been an impulsive decision, one that had surprised even him, but he knew it was rooted in more than a simple thank-you for her support during the playoffs. His parents had noticed it, too—they saw something deeper in his eyes when he spoke of her.

It’s no wonder a puzzle is often used as a metaphor for life, with certain people representing essential pieces. Loren was becoming that crucial piece—difficult to find at first, but once in place, bringing everything into focus.

She glanced over at William and Odette with a subtle bashfulness. “I don’t know that I’ve ever gone clothes shopping with a boy before. I feel a little exposed right now,” she chuckled.

William considered making a cheeky comment about how comfortable Loren had become exposing herself to him lately, but seeing her blush, he decided to keep it to himself.

What struck him most in that moment, aside from how disarming she looked, was a familiar expression he’d noticed before—usually when she was concerned about money. She clearly loved how the dress and shoes made her feel, but there was a hint of disappointment in her eyes, knowing they were financially out of reach. She could put them on credit, but Loren would stoically choose the disappointment of not buying something she wanted over the slippery slope of debt. She’d already allowed herself one indulgence at the Stockholm boutique, and that was her limit.

William had begun to recognize her sensitivity around finances and admired her disciplined approach to spending. He also knew how uncomfortable it made her when he offered to pay for—well, anything, really. It was why he’d kept this side trip to Paris a surprise until hours before they left.

In that moment, William decided that sometimes it was better to ask for forgiveness than permission. As Loren retreated into the fitting room, he approached Odette with a favor.

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"Wakey-wakey, Sleeping Beauty," William murmured against Loren's shoulder. "There's a delivery here for you."

Loren’s eyes fluttered open, confused, as William rested his lips between her shoulder blades. Normally she would squeal and twist from him even breathing on one of the most ticklish spots on her body, but she was still half asleep and far too relaxed to react to it.

"Is that what we're calling it now?" Loren mumbled against the pillow.

Signature William laughter.

She slowly rubbed her hips back against him. "’Cause if the delivery isn't attached to you, I'm not sure I want it."

"Well, it's not attached to me… this time… but I think you'll like it," William replied with an affectionate squeeze around her waist.

Loren’s hand drifted overtop of William’s and she lifted it towards her mouth for a kiss. “Did you have a good nap?” William asked.

Loren smiled and nodded her head, still lightly kissing and stroking his fingers. “

“Good - I’ve got something planned for dinner tonight so we need to start getting ready.” William slid off the bed “But don’t get out of bed just yet - be right back.”

She sat up and adjusted the pillow against the headboard as she tucked the sheet under her arms. Seconds later, William returned with two shopping bags, both with the logo of Odette’s boutique.

Loren’s eyes widened instantly and darted toward William, momentarily stunned.

“William - what did you do?” Loren gasped in amazement as William extracted a shoe box from the first bag.

She lifted the lid from the box, and her eyes fell upon the stilettos she’d fallen for but reluctantly left behind in the store that morning. Her hand flew to her mouth, covering her gasp of surprise.

William knew she’d struggle to process his gesture. Loren was wired to be a giver, not a receiver, and he could already sense the gears turning in her head, likely crafting objections to—then gently rejecting—his gifts.

Before she could speak, he pulled out a second shoebox. With a grin, he explained that his plans for the evening involved a bit of walking, and although he’d gladly throw her over his shoulder (as he’d done effortlessly in the past), a lower heel might be more practical.

Loren had no idea what William had in mind. She knew he’d spoken with his sister—or sisters—throughout the day, though she wasn’t sure if it was one, some, or all of them. Whatever it was, William seemed incredibly excited.

She opened the second shoebox to find a pair of gorgeous leather slingbacks. Carefully, she lifted one shoe from the box, gazing at it before looking back at him, her voice soft.

“William—this is too much. I don’t know if I can accept these.”

“Look, Loren, I know you have this thing about letting people do nice things for you... but just this once, let me, okay?” He nodded toward the slingbacks. “Do you like them? Odette—yes, Odette, the saleswoman—suggested them, so if you don’t, blame her,” he chuckled.

Loren leaned close, her face just inches from his. “I love them… William, they’re beautiful. Let me throw something on, and I’ll take them for a spin.” She kissed him deeply, murmuring, “Thank you,” as her lips moved slowly from his.

She slinked off the mattress, naked, while William whistled appreciatively as she retrieved her bra and panties from their haphazard places—her bra draped over the corner of a chair and her panties at the foot of the bed.

“Wait—there’s something else… open the other bag,” William said with a grin.

Loren quickly fastened her bra, then eyed the larger bag, approaching the bed slowly, her gaze fixed on William as her face flushed with excitement.

William helped her pull a large, glossy box from the bag. Inhaling deeply, he lifted the lid and peeled back the smooth tissue paper. Inside lay a long, pale yellow satin gown, shimmering softly. Loren gasped, bringing her hands to her mouth as she recognized it. Although she hadn’t mentioned the dress to William or Odette, he somehow knew it had caught her eye while browsing.

Her eyes met his, filled with a mix of deep appreciation and hesitation. She ran her fingers gently over the smooth fabric. “William, I… I don’t know how to say thank you for all of this…” She glanced at the shoes, then back at William. “But are you sure? It’s just… it’s so much.”

He knew he had to choose his words carefully. Saying “It’s no big deal” might diminish the value of all the hard work Loren put into every dollar she earned.

“How about you try everything on—if it fits the way it’s supposed to, if it’s anything like I’ve pictured… that’s all the thanks I could want.”

Loren tilted her head to the side, flashing him a wide grin full of gratitude. As she lifted the dress from the box, her eyes sparkled with anticipation. She draped it gently beside the slingbacks—the stilettos would be for later.

In front of the bathroom mirror, Loren slipped the gown over her head, marveling at the feel of the smooth, luxurious fabric against her skin. She watched as the satin hem drifted to the floor, and she slowly ran her hands along the gown’s elegant sheen. When she looked up, she was taken aback by her reflection—the shade of yellow perfectly highlighted her bronzed skin, and the dress hugged her curves flawlessly. She suddenly understood why Odette had taken her measurements so mysteriously in the fitting room; it hadn’t even crossed her mind to question it. If only Odette could see her now.

Loren swept her hair up into a clip, slid on the neutral-colored shoes, then paused just as she reached for the door. Closing it quietly, she slipped out of the dress, hanging it gently on the back of the bathroom door. She returned to the bedroom in only her undergarments and heels, crawling wordlessly on top of William, who was still relaxing on the bed.

“Did it—did it turn invisible when you tried it on? I don’t see it,” he teased, grinning.

“I wanted to be completely ready before you see it on me… but it is—by far—the most beautiful dress I have ever seen in my life,” she whispered before kissing him, slow and deep.

William moaned into her mouth, running his hands from her ass up to her sides. One hand circled the nape of her neck under her long hair as he kissed her fervently down her neck. It was one of the may ways that William could render Loren completely defenseless as she yearned for him to fuck her once more before getting ready for their evening.

But this time, William had the one thread of self-control they needed to stop the kissing and dry-humping and get a move on and get ready for their evening amongst the City of Lights.

William found himself thoroughly entertained as he watched Loren pad back and forth between the bedroom and bathroom, following her going-out routine. She moved so elegantly, almost as if she were floating instead of walking. He loved how naturally they navigated around each other without needing to fill the space with words. Sometimes, he’d play music as they dressed, and it amazed him how she seemed to know the lyrics to just about every song.

He slid into his suit jacket and was adjusting his shirt collar when Loren stepped out from the bedroom in the dress. She had taken his breath away many times before, but this time, William was left completely speechless.

Satin could be an unforgiving material, but on Loren, it highlighted every sumptuous curve. William couldn’t help but to lean back a little to get a good look at her ass in the dress - as beautiful as she looked from the front, the back of that dress made his mind wander.

Watching his reflection in the mirror, Loren caught his rather indiscreet gaze as she slid the back onto her earring. So, she mimicked him, leaning back and taking a nice long look at William’s ass in return.

Sauntering up to him, she purred “Yours is better - it’s professionally sculpted - a total work of art…fit for the Louvre,” sliding her hands around his waist and then resting them on his ass.

William reciprocated, his palms and fingers lightly squeezing the curve of her hips. “You’re gonna have me tongue-tied all night if you keep this up… I can’t even find the right words for how beautiful you look.”

Loren kissed him slowly, feeling the heat building between her legs—a familiar pull that made her want to skip their plans and keep William with her, wrapped up in each other, all night.

What a hardship, William thought, smirking. Going out or staying in really didn’t matter in the long run; with Loren, everything felt brighter, more fun, as though even the simplest moments held a new light. He knew there were still things he had yet to learn about her, and he was hopeful that, with time and gentle coaxing, she would reveal her true vulnerabilities to him, just as he would to her.

As they exited the suite, William kept a few paces behind, admiring her as she strolled down the corridor. The layers of her hair swished gently down her back, her dress hugging her curves with every step. Loren’s unassuming yet wildly sexy movements stirred something deep within him, bringing back memories of gathering up her hair as he moved against her. A knowing smile crept across his face.

What a hardship indeed.

—

As William and Loren meandered along avenue George, walking off their delectable dinner, he suddenly stopped in front of a beautiful, eclectic theater. Loren nearly screamed, jumped, and fainted all at once when her eyes landed on the gleaming gold letters that spelled “Crazy Horse Paris.”

She had never breathed a word to William—or anyone close by—about her dream of seeing one of the most iconic cabaret shows in Paris, and now here she was, standing in front of her own mecca. Overwhelmed with emotion, Loren turned to William, almost disbelieving how this Parisian fairytale he’d created for her kept getting better.

Without warning, she leapt into his arms, hugging him tightly. He was caught a bit off guard, as it had actually been his sister Jackie’s spontaneous idea to bring Loren here. But hearing Loren explain that Crazy Horse was a top-three item on her bucket list made him feel even more thrilled about the surprise, even if he didn’t know much about it himself.

Their first encounter inside was with two men dressed as Canadian Mounties at the entrance, making Loren stifle a squeal as they stepped through the gold-lined doors.

Inside, murals of women in ‘70s-style artwork adorned the walls—it was like stepping into a time machine, with red carpet underfoot, chrome pillars, and floor-to-ceiling mirrors all around. As they descended the stairs to the main lounge, Loren and William took in the sight of the blue-breasted wall lining the staircase and provocative photos displayed throughout. William was quickly realizing—between the naked statues and sketches of scantily clad women on the menu—that this was going to be far from a typical night out.

They found their cozy booth amid a sea of other red booths, each with its own cocktail table. Several tables featured a lit centerpiece that illuminated the clear ice bucket perched atop it, complete with a chilled bottle of champagne. William had been to countless places in his life, but he couldn’t recall ever setting foot in one quite like this. The ambiance had a sultry, seductive undertone, and with Loren by his side, looking absolutely stunning, he felt certain this would be a night to remember.

The dress code suggested elegant attire, and while most guests opted for casual, a few—like William and Loren—had embraced their chic side. Servers and staff made a point of complimenting those dressed in shimmering sequins and tailored suits. To Loren, an avid people-watcher, this was as captivating as a trendy Paris fashion show.

A server approached to uncork the vintage champagne, quickly falling into an animated conversation with them. She poured each of them a glass and complimented how ravishing they looked, even asking if they were fashion models. Before William could answer, Loren pointed to him and said, “Ah, oui—this one is a model and so much more.” The two women exchanged a knowing glance and flashed William a mischievous smile. After a few more cheeky remarks—not entirely at his expense—the server left, and William jokingly told Loren she’d be going over his knee when they were alone again.

“Vraiment? Really… well, good. Plan’s working then,” Loren replied with a wink.

William leaned closer, sliding his arm around her waist. She felt the warmth of his hand on her hip as she nestled against him. “We should toast something,” he murmured, pressing soft kisses to her shoulder.

Loren’s cheeks flushed pink. “There are so many things I can think of,” she said, almost bashfully. “How about… l’amour fou…”

He smiled, clinking his glass with hers, and repeated the words softly against her cheek.

As they started their second glass of champagne, the house lights dimmed, and the Master of Ceremonies, the infamous George Bangable, appeared.

To Loren, George was as iconic as the establishment itself. His smooth voice was reminiscent of the famous crooners, complete with his dark, slicked back hair and razor thin moustache; he oozed Parisian style. He quickly spotted Loren and William and approached them as he playfully swayed his hips singing the Cha-Cha. William smiled but secretly hoped George wouldn’t pay him any attention, while Loren was beaming as she fixated on the charismatic emcee, her hand resting on William's thigh as she subtly swayed to the music. Before George moved on to work the rest of the room, he mouthed the words “magnifique” and “oh la la” while pointing at their attire.

William glanced at Loren as George glided up the steps, leaning in with a smile. “So, what do you think so far?” he asked.

“I can’t even describe how incredible this is - absolutely unforgettable. Probably the best night of my life.” Loren’s voice was think with emotion, and she hoped it was subtle enough that William would not pick up on it. She swallowed, feeling a lump in her throat. She placed her hand over his which rested warmly on her hip. “Saying thank-you doesn’t even begin to cover it, even if I said it a million times.”

William could feel every ounce of appreciation within her words, her tone. He leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her shoulder, his hand resting on the curve of her hip. “I’m just glad I get to do this for you,” he said softly.

Loren looked at him, her face glowing under the red lights. “Don’t think that I won’t use every idle second my brain has to try and think of a few special ways to say it. And - I don’t want you to worry either,” she smiled. “This will be fun for you, too. You just don’t know it yet.”

William raised an eyebrow, casting a skeptical glance at the stage. With Mr. Bangable crooning away, he doubted the night was really his kind of thing.

Upon the third glass of champagne and with the stage lights dimmed, William found out just how wrong he was.

Dressed in nothing more than tall, bearskin hats and military-style boots, the line of exquisite dancers began one of their signature acts - a cheeky and explicit military-themed routine. With their shoulders back, and eyes forward, the performers moved completely in sync until there was a hint of a sly smile at an audience member or an extra little kick of a heel that added to some playfulness within the performance.

Loren glanced over at William and caught him watching, mouth slightly agape. She giggled, giving his thigh a gentle squeeze. “I told you so.”

William shook his head, grinning. “Somehow, I think you’d fit right in up there,” he said, his gaze lingering on her face.

Loren shook her head as a bashful smile spread across her lips as William’s words simply thrilled her.

It was no surprise that once William and Loren exited the theatre once the performance was over, they wasted no time with finding a taxi to take them back to the hotel. The glamourous burlesque-style performance was artistic and seductive and seemingly was an effective, albeit unexpected aphrodisiac for William. With long toned legs, graceful figures and perky breasts on full display for most of the night, it made William all the more anxious to get Loren back to the suite and worship every inch of her beauty.

—

Loren stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in the plush hotel robe with a black lace camisole and pantie set on underneath. She almost floated over to the bed, her hair swept up with loose strands that framed her face. William lay stretched on the bed, a fresh spread of strawberries and chocolate was set at the foot of the mattress on a silver platter. Another bottle of champagne chilled in a ice-bucket on a table close by.

Loren wasn’t exactly drunk, but she wasn’t entirely sober either as her gaze fell on the champagne flutes.

William, meanwhile, wasn’t exactly drunk, but he certainly wasn’t sober as his eyes settled on Loren.

“If I have any more champagne, you might get an embarrassingly sloppy personal burlesque show,” she teased, opening her robe slightly. She stood at attention, brought her shoulders back, raised herself onto the balls of her feet and struck a similar pose to the dancers at Crazy Horse.

William let out a chuckle—not from humor, but from pure disbelief. She was so elegant, so disarming, that the laugh left him involuntarily because well, what else could he do.

Loren blushed and giggled, covering her face—mostly from still being tipsy enough to think she could pass as a cabaret girl in front of William. She slinked onto the bed as he reached for the platter and slid it between them. Choosing the most perfect-looking strawberry, he dangled it mischievously just above Loren's lips. She played along, gently wrapping her hand around his to prevent him from teasingly pulling his hand away. Loren couldn’t resist teasing William in return as she ran her tongue along the tip of the berry before taking a bite. William bit his lip from the desire she ignited in him, and soon his mouth was on hers, his tongue tasting the sweet traces of strawberries on hers.

Before they were swept away in the moment, William told Loren to “hold that thought”, moving off the bed and over to the champagne. With a loud pop, William slid the cork out and filled two glasses to bring back to bed.

Loren’s heart felt like it could explode or soar, or a combination of both as William handed her a glass and slid in next to her. She found him so gorgeous that it was unfair to the rest of humanity. His personality, his humor—his introspective moments and his own curious nature. Add thoughtful and kind, as this one Parisian evening that he curated for her was nothing short of perfect.

However, a pang of unease settled in her stomach. Loren's gratitude and appreciation for William were deep and far beyond what could be expressed with words. But mostly, it was her profound desire to reciprocate his gestures and generosity, knowing that possibility was totally out of reach for her.

With his face deliciously close to hers, William spoke softly. “I’m not good at thinking of toasts - I’m not even sure if you’re supposed to make one every time - like, is it bad luck not to?”

Loren knew William wasn’t one to follow every tradition or superstition, but she was so endeared by him wondering about the etiquette of toasting.

She smiled into his stunning eyes, her expression shifting from attraction to deep appreciation. “I’m not honestly sure if there’s any rules, but I do have something to toast to.” Loren’s eyes lowered as she fixated on the rising bubbles that surfaced in the delicate champagne flute she was holding. She could feel her throat thicken with emotion once again, and bit her lip before speaking. “I’m toasting to you. This… everything you’ve done… it’s been the best night of my life. Truly. I… I don’t even know how I could ever—” She hesitated as she feels her eye prick with tears. “How I could ever pay you back.”

She caught herself, realizing her words did not come out as she intended. “I mean, not ‘pay you back’ exactly. I just—sometimes I wish I could… do for you, what you’ve done for me.”

William’s brows furrowed slightly. “But don’t you think you deserve this? I wanted to do this for you—not just because of… well, everything you did before.” He paused, searching for the right words. “You dropped everything to help me, you came to see me in Sweden… you had every right to tell me to fuck off and you did the opposite. You didn’t have to do any of it, but you did.” William listened to his own words and still could not fathom how Loren gave so freely.

Loren could feel an ache beginning in her chest, but she managed to keep her emotions at bay. “I don’t want it to come off like I feel I’m unworthy—that’s not it at all,” Loren spoke softly, continuing to choose her words carefully. “It’s more that… when someone does something for me, especially something selfless or generous, I feel this deep need to return it, to show them how much I appreciate it.” Her voice wavered just slightly, but she kept her gaze steady, determined to convey what she felt without breaking down.

William simply listened, but he could feel how hard this was for her to convey.

But when she spoke of her parents, the tears welled up in her eyes as she continued to avert William’s gaze.

“I think part of that comes from the humiliation of having to watch my parents step in when I was in trouble once my ex left. They had to take over the loan I co-signed so he could get the truck he wanted. They weren’t angry with me - they just reminded me to have gratitude that they had the means to help.” Loren tried to discreetly wipe away the tears that had fallen.

William listened in silence, his heart twisted as she continued. “And then, later on, I was sitting across from this woman at the bank who could tell something was off with him from the moment she first saw him. When I was at risk of missing a mortgage payment, she extended my overdraft just to help me get by. She did that out of pure kindness.”

She paused, still looking downward while gathering her thoughts. “I don’t forget things like that. Those kinds of gestures stick with me. And I want to be able to do the same for the people who’ve helped me, to do things for them in a way that shows how much I value what they did. It’s… weird maybe - it’s like I carry around this balance sheet, always thinking about nice things I can do for them, ways to “repay” them even if they never expected anything in return.”

Embarrassed that she let her emotions get the better of her, Loren suddenly shifted using the back of her free hand to wipe the streak of tears from around her nose. “Great way to end a perfect day,” she sniffed, letting out an awkward chuckle as she tried to laugh it off.

William motioned for her to hand him her champagne, and he set both glasses down on his nightstand. He turned back towards her and soon was kissing her, soft, deep and passionately. For William, this actually felt like a breakthrough with Loren. She always seemed so poised and in control, but these moments when she let her guard down, revealing her vulnerabilities—these were the memories that stayed with him the most. Secretly, he often wondered if he could ever live up to her level of goodness in how she conducted herself. But the fact that she trusted him to share more about what goes on in her mind, meant more to him than anything tangible.

The kisses they shared only deepened, full of tenderness and a new level of connection and understanding. Their movements were slow and deliberate, communicating solely through touch and the intensity of their fixed gazes.

Words were certainly unnecessary. The warmth of every touch and caress conveyed their need for one another. They studied each other’s expressions, and through their eyes, they further connected in moments of both unadulterated bliss and playful smiles.

It was well past midnight, but time was totally irrelevant as William took the lead, with solitary goal of pleasuring Loren endlessly.

As strikingly beautiful as she looked in the lacy set she wore to bed, William reveled equally in her beauty as he gingerly slid off her panties and unclasped her bra. Loren’s eyes lit up when William’s cock was in her line of sight as he momentarily straddled her torso. But his position was short lived as he grabbed a strawberry from the nearby platter, and bit the end off while smirking at Loren. With the fleshy part of the berry exposed between his teeth, he repositioned himself and hovered above her body. He slid the berry starting from her sternum towards the hardened peak of her nipple. Between the cool and juicy softness of the mashed strawberry and his tongue, he licked and sucked one nipple as his palm firmly caressed the other. The remnants of strawberry juice saturated William’s moustache as he lapped at her other nipple. William took his time, and with every connection between his tongue and mouth to Loren’s nipple, the more pressure she felt between her legs. Her hands roamed his muscular back and shoulders and she began to pull her body more tightly into hers. Her hands then planted firmly on his ass cheeks and she slowly grinded her pussy against his hardening member. He could feel her nails against his skin, not scratching but firmly tracing up and down his flank. Like the rest of her, the way she touched him was electrifying.

Her nipples had become so sensitive that she nearly climaxed when he stroked his flattened tongue against each peak, moaning and writhing against his hips. With every sound and motion, the two edged each other.

Soon, everything slowed as they gazed at each other with complete admiration. Soft words of affection floated between them, each laced with a hint of playful teasing as they lay wrapped in each other’s arms, cherishing the closeness.

It wasn’t long before William decided to move onto the next phase of worshiping her pussy with his mouth. William first opened her legs wide with his hands before Loren took over, elegantly holding her legs open for him. She freed one hand and ran her fingers through his thick mane of hair while he repeatedly flicked his tongue around her clit, coaxing a long moan from her mouth. She pressed her head back into the pillow. The same hand that played with his hair now grazed his hand that had wrapped around her thigh. What started off as slow and seductive licks between her folds was now a barrage of the most gratifying oral maneuvers a woman could hope for. Loren let go of her one thigh and gripped the edge of the mattress as her legs muscles began to quiver. Just as he was about to send her into orbit with his mouth, William slowed right down to a gentle lick and kiss of her clit.

He looked up to see her covering her mouth with one hand, with her other hand still gripping the mattress.

William kissed up her torso, stopping at her breasts and then up along her neck. The tickling hairs from his moustache almost made her squeal, but she managed to keep the noise she made to a low and sultry moan.

Her deep brown eyes connected with his ocean blue gaze, playfully grinning at each other as a new layer of sexual tension ignited between them.

Loren pressed into William once more, biting her lip from the sheer arousal that she felt with him between her legs. William was barely managing to stay in control of his own impulses as he was fully invested in making Loren as horny as he possibly could before succumbing to his own desire to slide his cock deep inside of her.

Loren gently stroked William’s face, wiping the lingering mix of flavours from his upper lip onto her thumb. He caught her hand, kissing down her wrist and back up again before kissing along her jawline.

The two champagne flutes which still remained full on William’s nightstand caught his eye. “You wanna take a break and polish these off?” he asked, nodding towards the glasses.

Loren nodded with a grin as William braced himself on his knees, still positioned between Loren’s legs. She propped herself up as he handed her the flute.

He clinked her glass and they took a long sip. William leaned in and kissed her once more before they emptied the glasses and setting them back in place on the nightstand.

He wasted no time in laying Loren onto her back once more, his eyes hungry and full of desire.

For William, it felt as though every moment they’d spent together in Paris was a form of foreplay. Time with Loren was slipping away far too quickly for his liking—he wanted to slow everything down, to savor every movement, every touch exchanged between them.

Between her legs, William's broad frame moved slowly, rubbing his hardening cock against her. Each kiss was long and full of heated passion as their connection intensified. With every slow grind of their hips, the ache of desire fueled their desperation for one another.

With the tip of his cock covered in Loren's wetness, he slid into her tightness. She whispered "Fuck" with a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Her hands traveled under William's underarms, down his back, and rested on his ass cheeks as he pressed deep into her. Loren couldn't resist moving her hips beneath the weight of William's body, her need to feel him even deeper driving each hip motion. He began to subtly pump his cock, the slight curve of his shaft connecting his tip to her g-spot. Loren's grip became more firm on his round ass cheeks as she spread herself wider for him. William shifted, his muscular figure forcing Loren's legs to spread wider as he continued to pump firmly and slowly into her. His hands hooked behind her knees, opening Loren further as she moaned desperately for his cock.

While Loren and William often enjoyed a more vigorous and strenuous pace, that evening, the sex was almost tantric. Slow and sensual movements heightened their connection. William penetrated her deeply while their edged each other, elevating their bodily sensations as thought they were experiencing a never-ending orgasm.

William was in awe as he looked down at Loren’s beautiful face. Her eyes were closed, but he could still read every pleasure-filled expression. He watched her mouth fall open one moment, then curve into a soft smile as a gasp escaped from a powerful wave of ecstasy. The way she whisper-moaned his name, the way her arms wrapped around him, pulling him close - Loren affected him in all the best ways he could imagine.

William began buck into Loren more firmly. He braced himself between her legs, his knees sinking into the mattress as his hands slid along her legs and clasped around her slender ankles. He spread her legs wide at first as he drove harder into her. Loren’s soft and low moans sounded like an erotic siren as she stroked her clit. William threw back his head while Loren stroked his shaft we her wetness as he fucked her. He knew he was going to cum soon, but wanted to make Loren’s climax the priority. He reposition himself once again, sliding the backs of her legs against his chest. His frame now hovered over top of her body, his thick thighs spread apart as hips moved fast and firmly, his cock deeply rocking inside of her. Her one leg fell to the side as the other remained hooked over his shoulder as he relentlessly fucked her deep until her orgasm hit her hard, her legs jerking and shaking in the process. Her hands couldn’t figure out whether to hold onto William or grip the sheets as her neck arched back, pressing her head into the mattress. Her long cry of “Fuuuuck” cut through the sounds of heavy breathing as her body felt the urge to twist and contort itself. William held her body in place as he reached the feverish pitch of his own climax, spilling deep into her as his own body jolted with pleasure.

Loren lay motionless beneath William, as she had many times before, lost in a total state of euphoria. He knew this about her—and sometimes teased her for it—knowing she could only smile or let out a soft giggle, utterly incapable of forming a sentence for several minutes. The after-glow moments were among William’s favourite times with Loren. He kissed and stroked her skin, and as he watched her, he couldn’t help but be once again captivated by her. Maybe it was an extra shot to the male ego, but he’d never seen another woman respond to him the way Loren did.

William gently pulled Loren against his chest, knowing she'd want to use the washroom before drifting off to sleep. He spoke softly in her ear, reminding her of her post-sex routine. "Loren, don't fall asleep just yet... Remember the washroom? You don't want to risk an infection." William was aware of how unsexy it sounded, but he had another potential surprise for Loren in mind. A bladder infection—which could have been easily avoided—wouldn't align with his plan.

After Loren returned to bed, she nestled into her favourite spot against William’s chest.

His nails soothingly grazed her shoulder as she completely melted into his body. “Loren? You still awake?”

Loren kissed his chest and nodded her head.

“How would you feel if we didn’t go back to Stockholm for a couple more days?”

She smiled as she nuzzled the coarse hair that covered his pectorals. “You’d like to stay in Paris longer?”

William kissed the top of her head. “Mmmm….well, not Paris…but south of France still.”

Loren shifted so she could look up at William’s profile. All she could do was grin with anticipation.

William chuckled. “Pack your bags, baby….we’re heading to Monaco -we'll be there tonight.”

[jackhues]

the giant stop sign - william nylander

notes: i hope you guys like this, fifth fic for 'it's the most wonderful time of the year' celly :)) also this takes place in toronto, i mentioned a blue banana market and kensington market in the fic - kensington is an area with lots of shops and the blue banana market is a shop where you can get a lot of things

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part of naqia's end of the year celly!

gif not mine

"please tell me you didn't rip a stop sign out of the ground for this," you muttered to yourself.

william looked at you, back at the stop sign, then back at you, before shrugging. "okay, i won't tell you."

"william!" your eyes widened.

he laughed, his eyes crinkling as he shook his head. "have you seen a stop sign this huge out on the streets?"

he had a point. the stop sign was huge - looking more like a construction sign. and it was much larger than the ones out on the streets.

"did you buy that?" you asked this time. "where would you even find one of those?"

"i got it from the blue banana in kensington market," he answered. "you can get anything there."

it was true. there were so many things in that store, you had no doubt you could get a giant stop sign from there.

"are you done asking questions about my stop sign?" he asked. "i'd like to beat you at this race, now."

"it's not a race," you reminded him. "if it was, i'd beat you. i've got an actual sled, while you're using a stop sign."

"if you're so sure, let's make it a race," he smirked.

"absolutely not," you shook your head. "you're way too competitive."

despite being pretty laid back about most things, your boyfriend was still one of the most competitive people you knew. not only was he a hockey player, but he grew up with a lot of siblings - the combination making him a little more competitive than most.

"sure, sure," he nodded. "whatever you say."

you rolled your eyes, laughing as you set up your sled.

it'd snowed the night before, making the conditions perfect to go sledding. there was a high school with a large hill near your house, the place you grew up. being able to bring your boyfriend here was something you'd always hoped you'd be able to do.

there were no kids at the moment, which made sense considering it was early as hell. willy was a morning person, and you wanted to be the first to go down the hill.

"ready?" you asked him, adjusting your sled at the top of the hill.

"ready," he agreed.

"and.... go!"

the two of you kicked off your respective sleds (well, stop sign in william's case), rushing down the hill.

you laughed loudly as snow got caught in the front of william's stop sign halfway down, causing him to roll down the rest of the way.

unfortunately, you lost your balance because of how hard you were laughing, your sled turning sideways and throwing you off.

you and william looked at each other, laying near the bottom of the hill, and then your sleds, discarded somewhere above you. you giggled at the turn of events.

william laughed a little, making his way over and putting his hand out to help you up. you allowed him to help you up, keeping a snowball behind you. you smiled mischievously once you were on your feet, shoving the snowball in your boyfriend's face.

willy made a sound of disbelief, blinking rapidly as you ran away giggling.

"oh, it's on," he muttered, wiping the snow from his lashes.

you should've been nervous, especially considering his competitive streak. but at the moment, the only thing you could think of, was how happy you were to be doing this with him.

[kevinskorchinski]

Everything you need to know so far about the NHL all-star weekend ↴

[article: NHL All-Star, this is just a summary]

📍Scotiabank Arena, Toronto, CANADA

🗓️ February 1-3

FAN VOTE IS BACK: you will get to vote for 12 players, 8 skaters and 4 goalies. You can submit a ballout 10 times.

FEBRUARY 1: PLAYERS DRAFT

A player (the captain) will be paired with a celebrity. They will pick 11 players (9 skaters and 2 goalies)

Entertainment

Man of the Year will be announced

PWHL (Professional Women's Hockey League) will have a 3-on-3 (more information below)

FEBRUARY 2: SKILLS COMPETITION

12 Players will compete in 8 events. The player with most points takes home $1 million (USD) (or $1,329,136 in CAD). Each player will compete in 4 of 6 events. THE EVENTS:

Fastest Skater

Hardest Shot

Stick-Handling

One-Timers

Passing

Accuracy Shot

Top 8 point-earners will advance to the 7th event: the SHOOTOUT-> each player will choose a goalie to shoot against.

The top six point-earners will advance to the 8th and final round: the OBSTACLE COURSE-> points doubled.

FEBRUARY 3: ALL-STAR GAME

3-on-3 tournament between 4 teams, winning team receives $1 million (USD)

There has already been a player chosen from each team (here are the players): [Name, team, position]

Frank Vatrano, ANA, F

Clayton Keller, ARI, F

David Pastrnak, BOS, F

Rasmus Dahlin, Buff, D

Elias Lindholm, CGY, F

Sebastian Aho, CAR, F

Connor Bedard, CHI, F (injured)

Nathan Mackinnon, COL, F

Boone Jenner, CBJ, F

Jake Oettinger, DAL, G

Alex DeBrincet, DET, F

Connor McDavid, EDM, F

Sam Reinhart, FLA, F

Cam Talbot, LAK, G

Kirill Kaprizov, MIN, F

Nick Suzuki, MTL, F

Filip Forsberg, NSH, F

Jack Hughes, NJD, F

Mathew Barzel, NYI, F

Igor Shesterkin, NYR, G

Brady Tkachuk, OTT, F

Travis Konecny, PHI, F

Sidney Crosby, PIT, F

Tomas Hertl, SJS, F

Oliver Bjorkstrand, SEA, F

Robert Thomas, STL, F

Nikita Kucherov, TBL, F

Auston Matthews, TOR, F

Quinn Hughes, VAN, D

Jack Eichel, VGK, F (injured)

Tom Wilson, WSH, F

Connor Hellebuyck, WPG, G

Vincent Trochek (New York Rangers) and Kyle Connor (Winnipeg Jets), to replace Connor Bedard (Chicago Blackhawks) and Jack Eichel (Vegas Golden Knights).

FEBRUARY 1st ENTERTAINMENT

PWHL 3-on-3 showcase

There will be 2 teams 12 players on each, 10 skaters and 2 goalies.

Team King (Cassie Campbell-Pascall): named after Billie Jean King

Team Kloss (Meghan Duggan): named after Ilana Kloss

MASCOT SHOWDOWN

Thursday 1st, 6:00-7:00 p.m: Dodgeball

Friday 2nd, 5:00-6:00 p.m: Skills Competition

Saturday 3rd, 12:00-1:00 p.m: Street Hockey Game 

Sunday 4th, 1:00-2:00 p.m: Musical Chairs

2:00 PM: Championship Trophy and "Most Valuable Mascot" Belt Presentations

THE FAN VOTE RESULTS: [name, team, position, votes]

Thatcher Demko, VAN, G: 1,398,699

William Nylander, TOR, F: 1,393,578

Cale Makar, COL, D: 1,065,367

Elias Pettersson, VAN, F: 976,716

Leon Draisaitl, EDM, F: 967,975

Mitchell Marner, TOR, F: 946,154

J.T. Miller, VAN, F: 839,215

Morgan Rielly, TOR, D: 830,480

Brock Boeser, VAN, F: 762,378

Sergei Bobrovsky, FLA, G: 712,100

Alexandar Georgiev, COL, G: 584,071

Jeremy Swayman, Boston Bruins, G: 578,739

10 players have been selected and you can vote for 2 more skaters:

Auston Matthews

William Nylander

Nathan MacKinnon

Cale Makar

Connor McDavid

Leon Draisaitl

Nikita Kucherov

Jack Hughes

David Pastranak

Elias Pettersson

Quinn Hughes and J.T. Miller were voted in to participate in the All-Star skills competition.

NHL All Star Jerseys:

🔴Pacific Division

🔵Atlantic Division

⚪Metropolitan Division

🟡Central Division

THE CAPTAINS HAVE BEEN ANNOUNCED!

Team Matthews: Auston Matthews, Justin Bieber. Assistant Captains: Morgan Rielly.

Team McDavid: Connor McDavid, Will Arnett. Assistant Captain: Leon Draisaitl.

Team Mackinnon: Nathan MacKinnon, Tate McRae. Assistant Captain: Cale Makar.

Team Hughes: Quinn & Jack Hughes, Michael Bublé.

[harlowhockeystick]

hockey blurb masterlist

[a] = angst, [s] = smut, [f] = favorite

brock boeser

"are you sure that's how you do it?"

erik johnson

"you were the first one who actually loved me" [a]

frederik andersen

picking apples

at the dinner table [s] → in the shower [s]

laundry day [s]

"say the word and i'm yours"

stood up [f]

"i'll take care of you"

"how many rounds do you have in you?"

"make sure nobody sees you leave"

matthew tkachuk

"your hands are warm"

"you're giving me those fuck me eyes again" [s]

nolan patrick

"i just want you all the time" [f]

"this shit is so overrated"

"i've never had a valentine before"

putting his princess in her place [s]

"my head hurts, stop talking"

by the fireplace [s]

"i'm so in love i might stop breathing"

"please come out, i need to talk to you" [f] [a]

quinn hughes

"i'm bleeding"

"show me where it hurts"

"can i stay here tonight?"

sidney crosby

"and he never thinks of me, except when i'm on tv"

"that's so hot, do it again"

"this reminded me of you"

"i'm so in love i might stop breathing"

"i'll never forget you" [a]

william nylander

"just wait until tomorrow, everything will be on sale"

"look in my eyes"

"i need a vacation. and a shot."

"i miss my dog. and my wife."

"i want to wear his initial on a chain 'round my neck"

"i want to know what your moans sound like"

feedback | main masterlist | taglist | more blurbs

[wyattjohnston]

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(alphabetical order by team, then by player)

updated: 4 Aug '24

* = contains smut

boston bruins

charlie mcavoy

kiss it better now

carolina hurricanes

andrei svechnikov

kinda hope they catch us

tyson jost

it’s me & you

out of ten

this is getting good now (series of one shots)

chicago

taylor hall

better at leaving* & i just keep coming back to you*

colorado avalanche

gabriel landeskog

‘til you give me all your love

nathan mackinnon

the second time

you always did feel just like home

dallas stars

jake oettinger

the saddest thing i know

roope hintz

no sound worse than silence

tyler seguin

ain’t no sunshine (#1, #2, #3, #4, #5, playlist)

edmonton oilers

jeff skinner

your eyes look like coming home

leon draisaitl

lock in your love

florida panthers

matthew tkachuk

don't want to miss you like this

you gotta kiss somebody (sometimes)

montreal canadiens

josh anderson

what am i to you?

nashville predators

nick blankenburg

need a little company

new jersey devils

dougie hamilton

i’ll bet you didn’t even know

jack hughes

make it weird

we all have our secrets

we don't have no time to waste (series of one shots)

nico hischier

late nights in the middle of june (series of one shots)

not perfect (but we were)

turbulent

new york islanders

mat barzal

all eyes, they're on you (series of one shots)

uh oh

new york rangers

chris kreider

toward a feminine sea

philadelphia flyers

erik johnson

only all the time (series of one shots)

joel farabee

fell in love with you in stages

travis konecny

take me as i am (series of one shots)

pittsburgh penguins

anthony beauvillier

into moonlight (series of one shots)

kevin hayes

got a hold on me* (series of one shots)

how those rumours fly

ryan graves

never saw you coming

to hold your hand (would be the bravest thing)

seattle kraken

andre burakovsky

dreamer (just like you)

we look good together*

jamie oleksiak

my picket fence

your eyes look like coming home

st louis blues

colton parayko

open your heart to me

kasperi kapanen

let's get these wheels in motion*

toronto maple leafs

mitch marner

give the stars something to watch

morgan rielly

sache que je serai la tienne (series of one shots)

william nylander

let's get these wheels in motion*

vancouver canucks

brock boeser

and i had silly dreams

take you one day at a time (series of one shots)

elias pettersson

been a long time coming

jake debrusk

stay forever

quinn hughes

closer than i ever even knew

let's finish what we started

until the light shines through

vegas golden knights

noah hanifin

the one who needs saving

washington capitals

nicklas backstrom

give up the game

pierre luc dubois

never said a thing

tom wilson

in the shadows & still want more

winnipeg jets

adam lowry

breaking all the rules

[brainddeadd]

Something Sparkling

buying matching jewllery, but it doesn't mean anything.. right?

The soft chime of bells rang as you pushed open the door to the quaint jewelry store, the sweet scent of vanilla lingering in the air. You looked around, your gaze landing on sparkling displays and colorful gems, but your mind was elsewhere—specifically on the tall figure beside you.

Auston Matthews leaned casually against the glass counter, his trademark smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He seemed effortlessly cool, wearing a simple black hoodie and jeans that accentuated his athletic build. You couldn't help but smile back, feeling a warm flutter in your chest.

“Okay, what do you think?” he asked, gesturing toward a case filled with delicate bracelets. “I think we should get matching ones. You know, for fun.”

Your heart raced at the suggestion. Matching jewelry? It felt oddly intimate. “You mean like a couple?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

“Just because they’re matching doesn’t mean it’s anything serious,” Auston shot back, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I just think it’d be cool.”

You couldn’t deny the thrill of the idea. It was playful, light-hearted, but deep down, you wondered if it meant more than he was letting on. “Sure, let’s do it,” you replied, trying to keep your tone casual.

The sales associate approached, and you both began browsing the options. Auston picked up a thin silver bracelet adorned with small charms, each representing a different aspect of your lives—hockey pucks, music notes, even tiny hearts.

“What do you think?” he asked, holding it up against your wrist. “Too cheesy?”

“It’s perfect,” you replied, biting your lip to hide your smile. You watched as he chose one that mirrored yours, a matching charm bracelet that felt like a silent promise.

Once you had both settled on your pieces, Auston turned to you with a playful grin. “So, what’s the plan? Are we going to be those people who wear matching jewelry and take cheesy couple pictures?”

You chuckled, trying to brush off the surge of emotion. “As long as it doesn’t come with the ‘couple’ label, I’m in.”

As you both paid for the bracelets, you couldn’t shake the feeling that perhaps this gesture was more meaningful than you wanted to admit. But you brushed it aside, convincing yourself that it was just a fun moment between friends—nothing more.

Later that night, you sat on his couch, the bracelets glinting softly in the dim light. You couldn’t help but reach out and touch his wrist, the cool metal reminding you of the day’s adventure.

“You know,” he said, glancing at your wrists, “I don’t think it’s that serious. It’s just jewelry.” His voice was teasing, but you caught a hint of something deeper behind his words.

“Right,” you replied, trying to match his light tone, but your heart raced. “Just jewelry.”

As the night wore on, you realized it was more than that—more than just a fun moment or a simple piece of jewelry. You both had crossed a line, and while the matching bracelets didn’t define your relationship, they certainly added a new layer to it.

And in that moment, as you laughed and talked about everything and nothing, you couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps, deep down, it meant everything.

The small café was warm and inviting, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. You sat at a corner table, your laptop open but your mind elsewhere. The latest round of edits for a project sat untouched as you sipped your latte, glancing occasionally at the door.

When the bell above the entrance chimed, William Nylander walked in, shaking off the chill of the winter air. Spotting you, he made his way over, his signature grin lighting up his face. “Hey! Mind if I join?”

“Not at all,” you replied, closing your laptop with a sigh. “I could use the company.”

William settled into the seat across from you, his presence instantly making the space feel more lively. “So, what’s up? You seem a bit… distracted.”

You shrugged, swirling the foam in your cup. “Just thinking about things. You know, life stuff.”

“Life stuff?” he echoed, raising an eyebrow. “You mean ‘Auston stuff’?”

A soft blush crept up your cheeks as you avoided his gaze. “Maybe…”

He leaned in, elbows on the table. “Come on, spill. What’s going on between you two?”

You hesitated, searching for the right words. “I just… I like him. A lot. But I’m scared. What if it ruins our friendship? What if we can’t go back?”

William rolled his eyes playfully, but there was a seriousness in his tone. “Are you kidding me? You two are practically glowing around each other. It’s obvious you have something special.”

“Yeah, but…” You sighed, frustration bubbling up. “What if I ruin it? I don’t want to lose what we have.”

William leaned back, crossing his arms. “You’re already losing it by not being honest. If you keep pretending everything’s fine, you’ll end up pushing him away. Trust me, I’ve seen it happen too many times.”

You felt your heart race at his words. “But what if I tell him and he doesn’t feel the same way?”

“Then at least you’ll know,” he said, his voice steady. “You’ll never have to wonder ‘what if.’ You’re holding onto this fear like it’s a life preserver, but it’s actually an anchor. Let it go.”

You shifted in your seat, grappling with the reality of what he was saying. “It’s just so complicated. I don’t want to mess things up.”

“Sometimes, the best things in life are complicated,” William said, his expression softening. “You and Auston have an amazing connection. You’re both scared, but that doesn’t mean it’s not worth exploring.”

You bit your lip, considering his words. “What if it goes wrong?”

William shrugged. “Then you’ll deal with it, and you’ll grow. But if you never take the chance, you’ll always wonder what could have been. Don’t you want to find out?”

The weight of his encouragement was almost overwhelming, and you felt a flicker of hope. “I guess I do,” you admitted, the words feeling like a small but significant step forward.

“Good,” he said, leaning in again, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Now, go tell him how you feel. But maybe not here. You don’t want to make a scene in front of all these people.”

You laughed, the tension easing a bit. “Yeah, definitely not here. Maybe I’ll invite him for coffee later.”

William grinned, his infectious energy making you feel more confident. “That’s the spirit! Just be honest. You’ve got this.”

As he continued chatting, you felt the storm of uncertainty start to dissipate. Maybe it was time to stop overthinking and start embracing what was right in front of you.

Across the city, the faint sound of hockey highlights played in the background as Auston Matthews slumped onto his couch, his mind swirling with thoughts about you. He picked up the matching bracelets he had impulsively bought, admiring the simple yet elegant designs. Each one had a small charm that symbolized connection and unity, and he couldn’t help but smile at the thought of you wearing it. But doubt crept in. Was he overthinking things?

Just then, the door swung open, and Mitch Marner walked in, casually tossing his jacket onto a chair. “Hey, man! You ready for some video games?” he asked, plopping down beside Auston.

“Yeah, just give me a second,” Auston replied, still lost in thought.

Mitch glanced at the bracelets in Auston’s hand and raised an eyebrow. “What’s that you got there?”

Auston hesitated, suddenly feeling sheepish. “Oh, just something I bought.”

Mitch leaned closer, a knowing smile creeping onto his face. “Dude, you bought matching bracelets?”

Auston shot him a glare. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” Mitch echoed incredulously, leaning back with arms crossed. “Come on, man. You know it is. You don’t just buy matching bracelets for someone unless it means something.”

“Does it?” Auston said, suddenly unsure of himself. “What if it’s just a friendship thing?”

Mitch chuckled, shaking his head. “Bro, you don’t buy matching bracelets for just friends. This isn’t high school. You clearly like her. So why are you playing games?”

Auston sighed, tossing the bracelets onto the coffee table. “I don’t want to ruin what we have. We’re friends, and I like it that way. What if she doesn’t feel the same?”

“Then you’ll know,” Mitch said, his tone turning serious. “But right now, you’re just avoiding the truth. You can’t keep pretending everything is fine when you’re clearly head over heels.”

Auston ran a hand through his hair, feeling the weight of Mitch���s words. “What if I tell her and she’s not interested? What then?”

Mitch leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Then you handle it. You’re a grown man. You’re an NHL player for crying out loud! If she doesn’t feel the same, it’ll hurt, but you’ll get over it. What’s worse is letting this drag on and missing your chance.”

“But what if I push her away?” Auston asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Or what if you draw her closer?” Mitch countered, his eyes piercing through Auston’s hesitation. “Look, the longer you wait, the more complicated it gets. You’ve got to take the leap. You’re just making excuses because you’re scared.”

Auston dropped his gaze to the bracelets, feeling the weight of his decision. “You really think I should just tell her?”

“Absolutely,” Mitch replied, his voice steady. “You’ve already made the first step by buying those. Just be honest about how you feel. You don’t want to look back on this and regret not saying anything. Trust me.”

Auston sat in silence, Mitch’s words echoing in his mind. He took a deep breath, the reality of the situation settling in. “Okay, you’re right. I’ll talk to her.”

Mitch grinned, clapping Auston on the shoulder. “Good. And hey, if she doesn’t feel the same way, I’m sure you’ll find a way to work through it. But if she does, man, it’ll be worth it.”

With renewed determination, Auston grabbed the bracelets off the table and held them in his hand, finally ready to embrace the possibilities. “Thanks, Mitch. I needed that.”

“Anytime, buddy,” Mitch said with a smirk. “Now, let’s see if you can actually beat me at this game tonight.”

As they dove into the game, the earlier tension faded away, replaced by a sense of anticipation. Auston couldn’t shake the excitement brewing inside him; it was time to take a chance.

The following weeks flowed seamlessly into one another, the small silver bracelets becoming a part of your daily attire. Every time you glanced at your wrist, the little charms reminded you of that playful day with Auston, a day that felt deceptively simple yet so loaded with unspoken feelings.

The Toronto winter was beginning to settle in, and with it came the cozy nights in, filled with laughter, snacks, and your favorite movies. You often found yourself at Auston’s apartment, nestled under a blanket on his couch, the two of you enjoying each other’s company. The playful teasing about the matching bracelets became a running joke, yet the laughter never felt forced.

One evening, as you sat watching an old rom-com, you felt his gaze lingering on you. You turned to find him studying you with an intensity that made your heart flutter.

“What’s up?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Auston smirked, leaning back casually. “Just admiring the view.” His tone was light, but there was an underlying sincerity that caught you off guard.

“Yeah? And what exactly are you admiring?” You could feel your cheeks heat up under his gaze, but you pushed through the playful banter.

“The way you bite your lip when you’re thinking,” he said, his eyes flickering down to your mouth, and you could swear you felt the atmosphere shift.

You swallowed hard, the weight of the moment pressing down on you. “I think you’re just seeing things, Matthews.”

“Nope,” he countered, shifting closer. “You’re a total distraction, you know that?”

With a nervous laugh, you tried to lighten the mood. “Right, and here I thought the distraction was supposed to be the movie.”

He chuckled softly, but you both fell silent as the dialogue on the screen faded into the background. It was a rare moment of vulnerability, and you could feel the air thickening with unspoken words.

After a few seconds, Auston reached for his phone, breaking the tension as he scrolled through something. “Let’s see what’s happening in the world of hockey,” he said, shifting the conversation. But you could sense he felt it too—the tension that came from wearing those bracelets, each charm a reminder of your growing connection.

As the days turned into weeks, your friendship deepened. You spent evenings cooking together, taking long walks along the lake, and sharing your dreams and fears. The intimacy of your time together began to blur the lines, and with every playful touch and lingering glance, you felt something shift.

One night, you found yourselves sprawled out on the couch, empty takeout containers littered around you. The glow of the TV cast soft shadows, and the remnants of laughter still lingered in the air. Auston turned to you, a more serious look crossing his features.

“Can I ask you something?” His voice was steady, but you could feel the weight of his question.

“Sure,” you replied, suddenly feeling vulnerable under his gaze.

He hesitated, as if weighing his words. “What do you think about the bracelets? Like, do they mean anything to you?”

Your heart raced. You had been hoping for this moment, yet now that it was here, you felt the pressure of it all. “I mean… they’re fun. They remind me of you, of us. But I thought we agreed it doesn’t mean anything serious, right?”

“Right,” he replied, but the way he looked at you suggested he wasn’t convinced. “But sometimes, I wonder if we’re just lying to ourselves. We’re spending so much time together, and it feels like more than just a friendship.”

You bit your lip, considering your next words carefully. “What if we’re just caught up in the moment? The excitement, the thrill of it all?”

“Or maybe,” he said, leaning closer, “we’re just afraid to admit that this is something real. That we actually care about each other.”

Your pulse quickened. You felt the familiar pull toward him, the magnetic attraction that had been building since that day in the jewelry store. “Auston, I don’t want to complicate things. What if we end up ruining what we have?”

He reached out, gently brushing his fingers against your wrist, where the bracelet rested. “I don’t think it would ruin anything. I think it would make it better. But I also don’t want to rush you. I just want you to know that I’m here, and I’m interested—really interested.”

The sincerity in his voice sent butterflies racing through your stomach. “I care about you too, Auston. But do you really think those bracelets mean something? That they could change everything?”

“Maybe they already have,” he replied, his eyes locked on yours, unwavering and earnest. “We can take it slow. I just want you to know I’m in this with you.”

The weight of his words sank in, and you realized that while the bracelets might have started as a fun, casual gesture, they had evolved into something significant. You felt a smile tug at your lips as you wrapped your fingers around his.

“Okay,” you whispered, feeling a rush of hope. “Let’s see where this goes.”

Auston grinned, the relief washing over his features. “I can work with that.”

As you settled back into the comfortable embrace of the couch, the flickering light of the TV seemed to fade away. In that moment, it was just the two of you, both ready to explore the uncharted territory of your relationship, hand in hand—each bracelet a shining reminder of the connection you were ready to embrace.