#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.

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“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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[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!”

[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

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“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.

[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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previous Chapter here Chapter Two - word count 5.9k Notes/Warnings - 18+ only, profanity, alcohol, brief female masturbation ◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈ A few hours had passed from the time Loren and Gary left the event, to the time where Loren picked up her phone to text William.  The fact she even had his number at all left her mind reeling.

He’s just a guy.�� Only a guy.  And are we interested in guys right now?  No, we are not. Loren silently reminded herself as she inhaled deeply.

Nerves shot through her stomach as she started to type a message.

Hey William, it’s Loren.  Gary’s home safe and he’s resting now.  Hope you have a great night!

After she pressed send, she threw her phone into her purse and tucked it away on the kitchen counter.  With her shift about to end, and with the final rush of adrenaline with sending a text to “the” William Nylander, Loren’s head was beginning to pound.  She took a couple of headache tablets before saying goodbye to her co-workers and the rest of the residents, hopped into her dated SUV and headed home.  As a means of decompressing, the 20-minute drive was silent.  No streamed music and no radio; only her recollections from that afternoon played in her mind.

Relief washed over her as she pulled into her driveway.  She sat for a moment in her vehicle and stared at her house.  Each time she pulled into her driveway, after every double or triple shift she worked, she felt a sense of pride and accomplishment for still being able to call this house her home.  God knows she’s fought hard to keep all the bills paid and the house maintained.

After she entered and removed her boots at the door, she padded along through the open concept layout toward the kitchen.  She turned on the recessed lighting above the small marble island in the kitchen.  The house still smelled of fresh paint and she continued to assess the results of her long and arduous transformation from the outdated green walls to the light and breezy white walls with leaden-blue contrasts throughout.

It had taken every moment of spare time and money that she had, but shopping at stores that resold donated building supplies allowed her to stretch every dime to the maximum.

After opening a bottle of red wine gifted to her from Christmas, she absent-mindedly fished around for her phone in her purse.

The text notifications that appeared from William startled her, making her stomach twist once again.

Thanks.  Glad you guys made it safely.

The next message was timestamped 20 minutes after William sent the first text.

It was great meeting you both. How are you doing?

Once Loren’s frazzled mind reassembled itself from reading William’s text, she managed to type out a response that she hoped didn’t sound as eager as she felt.

It was amazing to meet you all.  I’m doing well - just really glad to be home now.  How are you?

Loren cringed as she pressed send; texting one of the stars of the Maple Leafs was most definitely an unexpected turn of events.

Loren leaned against the island and took a healthy sip of wine.  She leaned her head back and slowly swallowed; the tannin giving the distinct dry sensation on her tongue from the rich Valpolicella Ripasso.

She could feel the warmth of the alcohol travel from her neck into her face; a very familiar feeling given the number of times she was flushed in William’s presence earlier that day.

It wasn’t long before her glass was empty and the text conversation, if one could call it that, had completely dissipated.

It was fun while it lasted, she thought as she locked the front door and ascended the stairs to her bedroom, accompanied by another full glass of wine.

Walking into the ensuite bathroom from her bedroom, she lit candles and began to run the water for a bath.  She propped up her phone on the closed toilet lid next to the tub and wandered back into her bedroom to undress.

Two more healthy pulls from her wine glass had her wishing she had just brought up the bottle, but she joked to herself that a hot bath, too much wine plus exhaustion could be a bad combination.

Walking back towards the bathtub, Loren stopped to view her naked reflection in the vanity mirror while gathering her hair into a messy bun.  A smile formed on her lips as she flexed her abdomen and saw the faint outline of her core muscle groups.  She twisted her waist and looked over her shoulder to see definition along her shoulders and back.  Turning back around, she gently cupped her breasts and silently thanked the boob gods that they were no less droopy than when she was in her early twenties.   After the end of a disastrous relationship years ago, she finally felt happy in her skin and continued to nourish her body to the best of her ability, every single day.

Loren stepped into the tub, eased herself into the almost too hot water and leaned back, flinching at the cold enamel surface when her skin pressed against it.  Sitting upright again, she bent her legs and rested her chin on her warm kneecaps, waiting for the still-running water to reach the perfect level.

Wiping her hands on a nearby towel, she grabbed her phone and selected a playlist that reflects her mood.

Definitely low key.  Maybe a little bit of slow R&B.  Something chill.  Like the Swede you met today.  No - don’t think of him.  Ugh….too late.  Fuck.  Loren scolded herself in her head.

Loren started to giggle at her own musings as she turned off the water.  The wine had settled into her system, and as the music softly streamed from the speakers on her phone, she took another long sip of wine and leaned back again, letting the water’s movement rock her gently as she released her muscles into total weightlessness.

She gently placed the glass on the wider ledge beside her head and closed her eyes.  It wasn’t long before the feeling of being completely encompassed in warmth started to stimulate a need between Loren’s thighs.  She softly smiled to herself as she allowed her fingertips to brush over her own taut nipples that were not fully covered by the water’s surface.  The warmth of her wet fingers against the exposed flesh that was chilled by the air, made her skin prickle with goosebumps despite the temperature of the water.

Loren squeezed her thighs together as the pressure began to build in her core.  Her hands leisurely traced an invisible path along her lower abdomen and she quickly indulged herself by running her middle finger between her folds.

As much as she tried to ban images of William’s perfect features in her mind, she gave up the fight easily and granted herself full permission to visualise his mouth pleasuring her.

“God dammit” she gasped as she inserted her middle finger from one hand into her pussy, trying to mimic the feeling of his tongue.  The middle finger of her opposite hand stroked her clit as she gently bit her bottom lip.

A chime sounded and as Loren’s eyes quickly opened, a text notification appeared. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw that the message was from William, a continuation from her last message.

I’m good thanks.  It was a bit of a crazy afternoon for you so I wanted to see how you’re feeling?

Loren smiled at William’s thoughtfulness and for his concern.

She took a picture of her wine glass, now just half full, followed by the lit candles on the vanity and sent them to William, with the caption

“Nice and relaxed now…”.

Feeling a little cheeky, she followed her message up with:

I’ll spare you the picture of my bathtub but it’s currently part of the solution too 😉

While envisioning your mouth on my…. Loren joked to herself, but the thought was interrupted by another text notification from William.

That sounds NICE.  What kind of red wine are you drinking?

Loren blanked; she knew the type but she hadn’t really looked at the label when all but downed the first glass of it as she stood in her kitchen earlier.

Some kind of Ripasso - but please don’t ask me the name of it…I yanked the cork out and poured as fast as I could when I got home…I didn’t bother to look at the label (haha) How is your evening?

Loren set her phone on the plush bat mat on the floor, with the screen down.  She covered her face with her hands to try and calm the rise of adrenaline in her body.

He’s only asking how you are - don’t get too ahead of yourself…he’s likely got a million girls on the go anyway, and you’re not going to be one of them Loren reminded herself.

However, as another text chimed in, her mind went spinning all over again.

Haha that’s usually how I do it too. Just buy whatever JT says is good and then I drink it. It’s alright, me and some of the boys are at Mitchy’s new restaurant just chilling.

Loren smiled as she pictured the gorgeous Swede amongst a table of his other handsome teammates enjoying a little bit of downtime during this late part of the season.

Loren and William continued their light-hearted text exchange.  Loren explained she had no idea Mitch had a restaurant; William suggested Loren come and check it out with her husband or boyfriend.

Well hmmm, Gary’s pretty much the main man in my life, but he’s more of a Swiss Chalet kind of guy

At the restaurant, William laughed aloud as he read Loren’s response, which caught the attention of Max, who was sitting in the plush club chair across the table from him.

“I have never seen someone on their phone as much as you - fuck Willy, you need to hire some help to deal with all of that….peel yourself away from that thing,” Max joked.  “How many are you chatting to right now anyway?” Max continued to tease.

“Nah, man - it’s not like that,” William smiled, pushing his fork around on the table.

“Not like what?  Hey uh - Willy, have some of this - it’s Chef Selection,” Mitch arrives at the table and slides a beautifully assembled sushi tower towards William and Max.

William wasted no time in snagging a couple of pieces from the elegant display of food.

“Mmm…so fucking good,” William said as he eyed another piece and lobbed it in his mouth.

Max begins to respond as he lifts a piece of sashimi off the plate.  He rolls his eyes once the flavour hits his tongue in obvious satisfaction.

‘Ah - I was just asking Willy how many ladies he’s got on the go…he needs an assistant just to manage all of his text messages,” Max quipped.

“I don’t think Willy even knows how many girls he’s in contact with - probably couldn’t even give an educated guess,” Mitch said as he and Max continued to rib their friend.

“Oh yeah, speaking of which - Angelina, that server from last time…she’s working the other section tonight but she saw you…she wondered if you’d stop by and see her before you leave,”  Mitch nudges Max with his elbow as he waits for William’s reaction.

“I hope you didn’t say that I would…I told you last time too…no interest in her,” William chuckled, hoping they would change the subject.

William’s phone chimed and he glanced at the screen; his smile widened when he saw another message from Loren.

I googled the restaurant and that menu 🤤  Can you indulge me a little and tell me how amazing the food is please (all i had for dinner was a lousy grilled-cheese sandwich lol)

William started to take a picture of the sophisticated platters of food that had just been brought out which was a mixture of the most tantalizing array of surf and turf options.

“You taking a pic of the food?  For who?” Max asked with a wry smile.  When William didn’t answer him right away, Max stealthily changed positions to peer over Willam’s extended arm and saw the name “Loren” in the list of names in William’s message app.

“You got Gary’s worker’s number? Jesus dude…that was quick.  Hey, has there ever been a girl that’s turned you down?” Max laughed but based on William’s eye roll, he knew he needed to start backing off the subject.

After a few minutes passed, William excused himself from the table.  Remarkably, there was an empty corner at the bar and William slid onto the stylish leather seat, resting his elbows on the expensive marble bar top.

William thought about just sending the food pictures through to Loren, but he quickly changed his mind and decided to FaceTime her instead.

The distinct chime indicating FaceTime triggered panic in Loren.  If she answers, and it’s actually him, she’s literally going to be naked while on a video-call with William Nylander.

Answering the call, and despite the lump in her throat and her stomach being in knots, she managed to fake looking relaxed and at ease.  She tried not to critique her overall appearance when her face appeared in the small window on the screen; her cheeks were flushed and damp with moisture from her still, rather hot, bath and her hair loosely piled up in a bun atop her head.

William had forgotten she was in the bath and her wet wisps of hair that clung to her beautifully contoured neck quickly jogged his memory.  She looked so incredibly pretty as she smiled back at him, so much so that he had to shift in his seat to accommodate his burgeoning hardness.

William apologised.  ”Ah - shit…sorry - I totally forgot you were in the bath….I can call back later if you want?”

“I’m ok if you are?  I’ll even try and keep it classy and not flash you,” Loren laughed as she shook her head in slight disbelief that those words just flew out of her mouth. “Jesus, sorry William - I shouldn’t have said that….”

“Ha - well, if you’re offering,” William said, his eyes gleaming with interest.

“Ah well, shit - I knew I should have brought the whole wine bottle up with me…it just might have happened had I polished it off,” Loren imitated disappointment, followed by a grin.  “Considering that I think I already reached my low point when I couldn’t remember my name after you introduced yourself this afternoon,” she smiled.

William loved Loren's ability to poke fun at herself.  He almost forgot he was sitting at a busy bar as he laughed aloud at Loren’s personal play-by-play of the event earlier that day. William even had the bartender and other patrons chuckled as they overheard his distinct giggle as he and Loren continued their conversation.

Although the restaurant was beginning to fill up with more customers, William was completely unfazed and unaware of anyone else’s presence at that moment; he was completely engrossed in the conversation with Loren.

As William talked about the incredible menu items that he was fortunate enough to sample that evening (at Loren’s request), his hunger eventually drew him back to the table to rejoin the group, with Loren still on his phone.

William disconnected his air pods and continued his conversation with Loren, despite the drone of the background hustle and bustle of an extremely popular establishment.  He wasn’t even concerned about the group knowing who he was talking to; he just knew his face already hurt from smiling and laughing with her.

As he spanned the table with his phone showing the smorgasbord of food, fit for a king (or friends of one the restaurant owners), Loren stared in amazement, and she could feel herself salivating while William asked her if she were ordering what would be her menu choices.  After Loren rhymed off every single one of his favourites, he found himself wishing she was there enjoying the evening with him.

It wasn’t long before another face on the screen appeared beside William’s.  Max leaned over William’s shoulder and gave Loren an exuberant greeting, making small talk with her as William grabbed some more food from the platters within proximity of his reach.  More of the team popped their heads into view to say hello, leaving Loren feeling like she could float away on a cloud.  For not only could she return to work and let Gary know that so many players asked about him and sent along their best wishes, William especially, had also made a huge impression on her.

When William resumed his one on one conversation, Loren suddenly realised that her once piping hot bath was barely above lukewarm.  Her skin was suddenly riddled with goosebumps, and she involuntarily began to shiver.

William suddenly stopped himself mid-sentence.  “Hey - uh, what’s happening…you ok?”

William paused for a moment and noticed she hadn’t really moved since they started their video call. “Oh, wait…holy shit, you’re still in the bathtub…have I kept you from getting out?” William asked, borderline embarrassed.

“No!  Well…yes, I’m still in here but I swear, I just noticed it myself…you didn’t keep me from getting out….”, Loren giggled, as she turned over her hand and looked at her fingertips.  “Jesus - I’m as wrinkled as a ninety-year-old nut sack.”

When Loren realized what she had uttered aloud, she clasped her hand over her mouth and looked wide-eyed at the screen, unsure if William had heard her.

He did.  And he was totally laughing at her.

“I promise you, I’m not normally this bad with words…and yes, I’m cutting myself off from the wine tonight,” Loren said with a smile despite feeling a little flustered.

“I say keep going - let’s see how much trouble your mouth can be,” William said with a wink.

Loren paused and shook her head slowly; a playful grin spanned her face as she mouthed the word “wow” while arching an eyebrow.

“Given I’m about to step out the tub, the odds of me showing you something I shouldn’t just got a lot higher, my friend,” Loren joked as she set her sights on a bath towel.  She turned off the camera and quickly stepped out of the tub, wrapping her cold body in the thick cotton bath sheet.

She heard William’s laugh through the speakers and decided to throw caution to the wind and turn the camera back on.  “Ok, I admit it - I was totally bluffing - there’s no way I was going to flash you.

With a playful grin, Loren continued. "Alright, I’m changing subjects for a sec….my curiosity has been killing me to hear how the other half lives…what does the rest of William Nylander’s Friday night look like?”

There was no way he was going to explain what he originally had planned.

“Nothing too interesting.  Hey, wait - I thought you were going to finish that bottle of wine still?” William hinted, not wanting to end the call.

“Yessir I am - but…. wait...are - hmm…are you…planning to stay on the phone while I finish it up?” Loren asked, her teeth still slightly chattering from being cold.  She walked with her phone towards her bed where she had already laid out warm, zip up hoodie and flannel pajama pants to change into.

“Is that okay?” William asked, his eyes softening as he smiled.

“Of course, but - it’s gonna be a bit…boring….at least in comparison to where you are and who you’re with tonight,” Loren said, smiling until a shiver ran through her body again.

“Nah, meeting and talking to you today has been anything but boring…and I see these guys all the time,” William said, with a hopeful tone.

William was at the point that if he gave into his basic urges, he’d be in his car or an Uber or whatever mode of transport would get him to her door the quickest.  He had to caution himself to remain laid back and not get too wrapped up in this girl, but he was rapidly losing that battle in his mind.

“If you’re sure, I’ll take you downstairs in a sec - I’m fucking freezing…just going to change real quick,” Loren said, semi-apologizing to William for her profanity.

“Hey uh, can you leave the camera on?  And no, I don’t mean for you to gimme a peek of anything…I’m just looking at the jersey you had on today…there’s something wrong with it,” William said wryly.

Loren set the phone on her nightstand, looking around to make sure William couldn’t see her or her reflection in the nearby mirror as she dropped her towel to get changed.

“OK, spill it - what is wrong with it?  Wait - it was a Christmas gift so maybe don’t tell me,” Loren chuckled as she slid into a tank top and panties.

William could hear her voice change as she pulled on her clothing.  He tried not to picture her naked, for too long anyway.

“I won’t say it then, it’s nothing major.  So Matty is your favourite player?” William asked.

Loren paused as she zipped up her white hoodie.  She picked up the phone and turned it to face the screen. “Hold that thought for a sec,” Loren said as she padded down the hallway leading to the stairs.

As she made her way downstairs toward the kitchen, Loren could see on the screen that William was suddenly talking to a woman that appeared next to him, dressed in a sleek black dress and looking like she belonged on a Paris runway.  Loren hated the slight pang of jealousy that suddenly made her stomach twist, and her first instinct was to flee the situation, excuse herself and hang up.  It’s not as though she would be seeing him again anyway.

But instead, Loren propped up her phone and busied herself by pouring another generous glass of wine - the last of the bottle.

William looked back toward the phone screen and saw Loren sipping wine and leaning against the counter, trying to mind her own business.  How William wished he was there with her or even at home with his dogs - basically anywhere except where he was - sitting next to a woman who was making a play for him, and whom he had no interest in.

Loren watched as William spoke to the woman, and she suddenly stood to leave while leaning in for a hug.

Coolly and casually as ever, William resumed his conversation with Loren.

“So you’re all set - is that the rest of the bottle?” William said, still with his unwavering smile.

Loren raised the bottle, angling it in the light and closed one eye to make sure she did, in fact, get every drop in her glass.  William watched her in total awe of her striking features with every expression and every movement she made.

“It’s all in there,” she giggled.

“Good - so you told me ‘hold that thought’…” William reminded Loren, hoping to continue the conversation for as long as possible.

“Right, Auston’s jersey.  The thing is…I actually wanted a Nylander jersey…your jersey - my parents tried to find one of yours at Christmas, but they were sold out, so I was given a Matthews’ jersey instead,” Loren explained.

William’s eyes grew wide in sheer delight.  He asked Loren to hold on for a minute and he scanned the nearby tables, apparently looking for someone.

Loren then heard William call out Auston’s name and seemingly waved him over.

“Hey man - what's up…what’s going on…”, Auston slid up next to William and saw Loren’s face on the screen smiling back at him.

“This is Loren - Loren, meet Auston,” William smiled as he introduced the two.  Auston exchanged pleasantries with Loren as her cheeks increasingly grew hot to the touch.

“So, Loren was wearing a Matthews jersey today, and I asked her if you were her favourite player,” William said tongue-in-cheek, and as Loren’s mouth began to drop and as Auston started to chuckle (somehow knowing William was going to chirp him about something), William continued.  “And Loren, you explained that…what - you had hoped to get a Nylander jersey…but they were…?” William trailed off.

What a little shit Loren snickered to herself.

“The Nylander jerseys were apparently sold out, so I was given yours as a gift instead,” Loren half-laughed as she jokingly glared at William for putting her in that position.

“She haaaad to settle for a Maaaatthews jersey because mine were soooold out”, William repeated as he laughed, elongating certain words for extra effect.

Auston looked at the screen, shaking his head and noticed Loren was doing the same.

“Has he been a total asshole all night or is this something new that he's trying to impress you with?” Auston laughed.

“I - hey….that's all between you two….I'm not getting involved,” Loren said as she laughed and put her hands up in faux surrender.  “But to answer anyway, no, he’s nowhere close to being an asshole…”, Loren said with a warm smile.

William jokingly backhanded Auston, laughing as he said “See?  She knows what she’s talking about AND…she’s clearly got great taste…you know with me…being her favourite player and all”, William said, laughing even louder at Auston’s unimpressed expression.

Auston glanced back at Loren and joked “You just had to tell him that…he’s never gonna shut-up about it now.” Auston turned back to William and patted his shoulder. “And just so you know - we’re heading out to the other place in a few minutes so…,” Auston hinted to William that he’d better wrap up the call sooner than later.  “It was really nice meeting you Loren - hope to see you….maybe you can bring your friend back down to a game sometime.  Heard about what happened - that was really too bad for him,” Auston said apologetically.

Loren’s pulse raced and pounded in her throat.  “Thank you so much Auston; it was so great to meet you too and for sure, I think something’s in the works so hopefully he’ll get a chance to see you guys play,” Loren grinned and waved to Auston as he left the frame.

There was a pause in the conversation as Loren took one last sip of her wine. Loren realised that her and William had spent a significant amount of time chatting on the phone and he did not seem concerned at all about whether his teammates were waiting for him to finish his call.

Nevertheless, Loren didn’t want to keep him from leaving for his next spot of the evening.

“This was - I don’t even know quite what to say but thank you so much again...it was really nice talking with you.  And… I know I’ve said it like a million times, but I really appreciate you taking Gary around the ice today - and well, everything else,” Loren said, her eyes sparkled as she showed her sincerity.  “But I’ll let you go - I know you guys are getting ready to leave,” she smiled.

Loren suddenly felt a jolt of disappointment knowing William was heading to some other joint in the city, likely bumping into a hundred more women who looked exactly like the model-type girl that she just witnessed him hugging.   Definitely a far cry from what she looked like currently, or so Loren felt.

“Yeah - it was really great talking with you too.  So….I guess my luck ran out then?” William grinned.

A smile crept across Loren’s face as she looked at William quizzically.

“Your luck ran out?  How’s that?” she asked with amusement.

“You finished the bottle and now I have to leave….so I guess the chance of you flashing me has passed…,” William teased.

“Ha - well….hmmmm….yeah, I think everything that was flashable has been tucked away for the night…but the evening’s still young; I’m sure half the female population in Toronto would gladly give you a peek of something….I don’t think luck has much to do with it either” Loren winked, hoping she didn’t sound petty or jealous.

William only responded with his signature laugh.

“Alright William, be safe…enjoy the rest of your night then,” Loren said with a wide grin.

“Yeah, thanks, Loren…. I guess have a good night to you too,” William smiled softly as he ended the call.

William slid his cellphone into his pants pocket and readied himself to leave with the rest of the group.  He faintly chuckled as his teammates chirped him about being on the phone for most of the evening and how he always seems to increase his already substantial roster of female admirers everywhere he goes.   He laughed along as he normally would, but William silently disagreed with their taunts about his supposed list of readily available women.

At that same moment, Loren stood in her dimly lit kitchen, processing the conversation that just ended with William.   Such was the way her mind had worked for years; for every optimistic or cheery thought, often-times, a negative or cynical one would supersede it.

‘He seemed so nice’ was ousted with ‘it was all an act’.

‘He was so easy to talk to’ quickly evaporated and in its place, ‘glad you enjoyed it because it’ll never happen again’.

‘It would be fun to hang out with him’ was at once replaced with ‘you’re way too beneath him’.

Loren let out a long audible breath; the excitement she had been feeling since William first messaged her that evening, had morphed into an aching pit in her stomach.  It was from within that pit that the negativity, pessimism and overall cynicism stemmed from - beliefs that Loren continually had to fight within herself to overcome.  The beliefs that were fed to her from the words of her ex-boyfriend that she was never good enough clearly were still alive inside of her.

Turning off the overhead light in the kitchen, the light-sensor night lights flickered on, guiding her back up to the bedroom.

To say it was a whirlwind of a day would be a massive understatement and whatever energy Loren had earlier rapidly drained.  She finished her bedtime routine, brushed her teeth and braided her hair and wearily traipsed back to her bed.

Every muscle and joint throbbed, releasing the built-up tension from the day as she sank into her pillow-top mattress.  Despite her momentary relapse into despondence, Loren relished this moment of the day.  She was safe and secure in her home; she had food in the fridge and money in her bank account to cover the bills.  She reminded herself that she did all of this on her own, and with turning off her bedside lamp, her contentment eased her into a deep slumber.

Meanwhile, William and various players from the team entered a lavish night spot along King Street West; the pulsating beat bounced off of every surface and could be heard from the street.  Strategically placed lights and lasers that hung from the iron beams and rafters cast a seductive glow through the expansive square footage of the club.

Throngs of fashion-forward and upscale club go-ers eyed the popular athletes as they meandered through the maze of reserved booths toward the security-monitored VIP section.

Within minutes, the scantily clad bottle girl designated to their table for the evening arrived with some additional servers for assistance, placing multiple bottles of expensive spirits on the table.

William ordered a cranberry-vodka and flashed the server a smile as she leaned over the table enticingly to select the bottle of Grey Goose.

She returned the smile and said “I’ll make this extra delicious, just like you Mr. Nylander,” followed by a wink.  In no time at all, she handed him a tumbler with his mixed drink.

William laughed and had a sip.  He looked out into the increasingly crowded club as the music pumped out heavy basslines and the strobe lights flashed to the beat.  Bodies bounced to the music as the DJ worked his magic, getting everyone up dancing and working them up into a fever pitch on the dance floor

William nodded to the beat and continued to scan the crowd.  There was no shortage of attractive women; in fact, everywhere he looked, there was a certifiable knock-out that he could easily approach, and likely leave the club with, if he chose to.

As William’s gaze randomly fell upon each perfectly put together woman, his mind travelled back to earlier in the evening when he was on the video call with Loren.

He found her absolutely striking as she sat in the bath talking with him; no make-up, her hair swept up on the top of her head, and really, no clothes to even speak of.  Loren had immediately caught William’s attention at the Easter Seals event and hadn’t been decked out in a low-cut mini dress by the latest designer, or wearing a pair of Louboutin stilettos, or carrying a Dior clutch.  She was ravishing just by simply wearing a Leaf’s jersey and leggings.

William scanned the other booths with their magnificent sushi boats and other gourmet fare and smiled as he recollected Loren’s wide-eyed reaction to the delectable platters of food at Mitch’s restaurant, after having a “lousy grilled cheese” presumably for her dinner.  And yet, she had immaculate taste, in William’s opinion at least, in the menu options she selected as thought she had she been sitting across the table from him.

Regardless of how gorgeous of a woman she was, it was Loren’s brand of wit mixed with shades of vulnerability that had William completely enchanted. In the middle of a crowded club, at that moment, he found himself unconsciously smiling as he thought of her.

Before he could change his mind, he reached into his pants pocket and scrolled through his message app until he found Loren’s name.

He opened the last received message and paused, unsure of what exactly he wanted to say.

William quickly typed:

Are you still awake?

Waiting for a reasonable period with no reply, William sent another message to Loren.

Do you have a day off coming up that we could maybe get together?

Knowing a response was unlikely, but satisfied that he reached back out to Loren, William rejoined the rest of the players that had congregated around the booth.  William smiled and laughed along with jokes, stories and observations of the club dwellers, but the night now felt stale and uneventful.  He chipped in on the club tab, ordered an Uber, and much to the dismay of his teammates (and several women who had been eyeing him all night), William exited the club and headed home.

[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.

[wyattjohnston]

all fic | universe | gifs | exchanges

(alphabetical order by team, then by player)

updated: 3 Jan '25

* = contains smut

boston bruins

charlie mcavoy

kiss it better now

jeremy swayman

if you only knew

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 (series + one shots)

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

[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

likes are good, reblogs are better <3

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.

[leaentries]

SHOTS - AN INBOX GAME

- in honor of me not being able to sleep tonight and that fact i don’t have work tomorrow, we are gonna have a little blurb time!

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HOW TO PLAY: send in any of the following names, paired with how many shots you’d like to take!

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ONE SHOT: a sweet blurb

TWO SHOTS: a smutty blurb

THREE SHOTS: an angsty blurb

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ACTIVE PLAYERS-

matt rempe

braden schneider

nico hischier

timo meier

william nylander

adam fantilli

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: any and all writings will be found under the tag “lea’s blurb time!”

[tojisun]

im not very knowledgeable when it comes to hockey, particularly not canadian hockey, but i've noticed a lot of people seem to not like austen matthews, why is that??

my love i will try to be impartial as i am a big fan of auston matthews but even then, take everything i say with a grain of salt. not only that, but im still not as intimate with the Leafs franchise to understand the whole reason but here's what i do know:

not including leon draisaitl's recently signed contract, auston matthews is currently the highest paid player in the NHL. a lot of people think he does not deserve it because he is (apparently) not a good enough of a player to earn what he is paid.

they said that he is inconsistent. he is an aggressive player in one game, then he is 'quiet' in another. this inconsistency has of course long-term ramifications both in the regular season and the playoffs. it is this reason why people didn't like it that he became the next, and current, captain of the leafs.

i have seen many fans, like as in leafs fans, wish it had been william nylander who had been made the next captain because they believe that willy can push the team farther than matty can.

apparently, he never gets his hands dirty which means that according to them, matty doesn't do a good job at defending his team if need be (causing a scuffle, basically.)

these are kind of the centric reasons i've been exposed to as i navigate myself around the franchise. but here's a flipside to it:

(again, this is based on hearsay) toronto is difficult to impress. the leafs are one of the titans of hockey, housing incredible players and even the cup multiple times in its franchise history. their expectations are difficult to meet - they can and do turn on their own players because they demand better than good.

that is not to say that auston matthews is the only one who faces the vitriol - hometown hero mitch marner gets it too.

despite all that, auston matthews is an exceptional player. last season, he scored 69 goals in the 81 games he's played. in his debut game, he sunk in 4 goals. he shoots from the left but also forces a goal from the other side, which forces a goalie to make a difficult adjustment. he is quick to change a shot from scoring to making a rebound, and he is able to rally the puck from their zone to their offensive zone.

also? he's hot. as hell.

i hope this answered your question!! im pretty sure i said a load of nothing because i wrote this in one seating but yea!

(now if im asked about mitch marner. well. id need a page break atp)

- this is a monologue from a part-time hockey fan, and a full-time yapper <3