#kasperi kapanen x reader

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Yours | William Nylander

summary: you enlist williams help in trying to get his best friends kasperi kapanen’s attention. with a combination of practice dates, dating lessons, injuries and hiccups, william is determined to get you the guy - if you still want him that is. (in a world where covid didn't exist)

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warnings: SFW! friends to lovers | practice dating | unmutual pining | angst | descriptions of blood (reader gets injured) | descriptions of puke (reader gets thrown up on) | mean!kasperi kapanen | accidental groping | kissing | read at your own discretion.

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February 2021

"sorry man, traffic was crazy." the voice of kasperi kapanen has william looking up from the crisp white linen tablecloth and into the eyes of his finnish friend. he smiles, standing up to greet kappy in a proper hug, patting his shoulder twice before separating.

"no worries," willy nods, "I got here just 5 minutes ago."

kappy laughs out a breath, taking his seat. "good."

simultaneously they both pluck out the leather bounded menus from their slot, bouncing off recommendations and ideas within the walls of their shared favourite toronto restaurant.

their small chat and hushed laughter is silenced when a body stops infront of their two person table, and both sets of blue eyes landed on their waitress. smiling back at them was a tiny brunette with painted pink lips and long lashes fluttering along her cheeks. "hey, what can we get started for you guys?"

kappy's eyes dart down to her name tag before meeting her eyes again, "hello, lena, i'll take number 5 but replace the fries with steamed asparagus. just an ice water to drink."

the brunette jots down the order on her notepad before turning towards william. "and for you?"

she's blinking a him slowly and it has him clearing his throat, "i'll do the exact same, thank you."

he smiles politely while the waitress nods, grabbing their menus and leaving their table with a toothy grin.

william watches as his friend eyes the brunettes retreating figure, a low whistle blowing past his lips. kappy turns back towards the blond with raised eyebrows, "she's a rocket, no?"

william just shrugs, chuckling awkwardly.

"alright," kappy laughs, holding up his hands in defense. "how is everybody? the team, their families?"

william smiles at the thought of his teammates. "everybody is good. we miss you down here man."

"it's great to be back," the finland native says. he props a head on his fist, eyeing his friend suspiciously. "how's y/n?"

william's fingers still from where they were unwrapping the silk napkin from his cutlery, eyes darting up to find his friends. "what?"

kappy smirks, "I just haven't talked to her since like, before I got traded. you guys are still friends, right? how is she?"

william chuckles awkwardly, a blush creeping up his muscled chest. "well, actually..."

January 2020

your fingers are cold as they hold on to the mixing straw, twirling it through your vodka cranberry as your eyes observe the crowd infront of you.

a sigh leaves your lips gently. you're currently the only one sitting at your table, the VIP section that mitch marner always booked was elevated at the back of the club. it was slightly private, but still had a great view of the bar, the dj and the entire dance floor.

you're not left wallowing by yourself much longer, your good friend zach plopping down beside you, slightly sweaty and smelling of tequila. his breathlessness has you furrowing your brows, "you dancing that hard zachary?"

the leafs winger laughs, chugging down somebodies bottled water before turning back towards you. "what's up with you?"

you try not to frown, keeping a neutral expression as you look into his eyes. zach hyman was one of your best friends. the hymans grew up in the house next door to yours and because there wasn't many kids in your neighborhood, zach and yourself bonded quickly, a friendship blooming despite the four year age gap. the two of you stayed close even when zach went to high school, leaving you behind in middle school to fend for yourself, often crying about mean girls and bullies to him after the school day. despite it all, you two stayed friends. you met his now wife and grew close with her. you celebrated birthdays together, holidays together and watched with pride when zach got drafted and then traded to the leafs.

you loved him like a brother, and he loved you like a little sister. the two of you couldn't stay apart for long, and zach was determined for all his teammates to be your friends too. it wasn't long before he was dragging you to parties and events with his team: and it wasn't long before you were taken in by the group of NHLers. mitch and steph always inviting you first to halloween get togethers, morgan reilly making sure you came out to the bars and clubs, auston claiming you as a plus one to events held by the organization. it was like a small family - and you were so thankful.

surprisingly enough, you never actually wanted to date any of them. which was odd, because usually tall strong athletes were your weakness, but something about this group of guys felt different. that was until kasperi kapanen came along. you don't know exactly what changed within you, but you had the biggest crush on the finnish winger. maybe it was his curly hair, or possibly his plump lips, but you were smitten anytime he so much as smiled in your direction.

obviously, you told zach and alanna immediately, your feelings too strong and overwhelming you couldn't keep them in. "go for it!," zach had smiled, shaking your shoulders in excitement, but you denied.

I need time.

I don't want to ruin our friendship.

what if it goes wrong?

those excuses were running through your mind always when thinking about kappy. so you pushed your feelings away, choosing to admire from a distance. after awhile, zach and his wife stopped asking, and your crush became more manageable - easier to hide.

your best friends brown eyes were still burning into yours, snapping you from your own thoughts and back into the reality of the bustling club. "i'm fine," you smile.

zach sends you a look but you choose to ignore him, tilting your head back to catch the rest of your alcoholic drink to finish it off completely, the ice splashing on your mouth and nose.

"y/n." he says, his tone all too familiar. he's pitying you.

"oh look at that," you smile, wiping your face from the liquid, "I'm empty, i'm going to get another drink."

a couple people join you and zach back at the table just as you're standing up from your booth side seat.

"where you going?" morgan teases, taking a seat beside mitch and steph, auston not too far behind.

"drink," you mumble, sneaking between auston and the back of kerfoots unoccupied chair, escaping any further questions. you leave the VIP section with the feeling of zach's eyes burning into your exposed back.

you mumble apologies as you squeeze through dancing and moving bodies, trying your best not to trip over others feet as you begin your destination to the large bar. it sat circle style in the middle of the dance floor, so it doesn't take long before you make it over, flagging down the male bartender and placing your order.

this time you opt for something stronger, a shot of vodka and some fruity cocktail that caught your eye.

"cheers," you mumble to yourself, downing the shot with a full body shudder: using your cocktail as a chaser. you look out into the busy crowd for a momentary distraction but like usual, gravitational pull grabs you, and your eyes find kappy's dancing figure. he's laughing with a girl, which has you frowning, but his face distracts you from your tiny spurge of jealously, his angelic smile and bright eyes swooning you like usual.

"who are you staring at?"

you jump at the sudden voice and start choking on your drink - leaving you a coughing mess, catching your breath between each fit.

"fuck my bad," william nylander laughs, thumping his hand against your back until you can collect yourself.

"you scared me." once your body relaxes, you scold your friend, sending his cheeky smile a hard glare.

"I can tell."

you shrug, taking a slow sip of your drink to soothe your now raw throat. without much thought, you look back at your friend out on the dance floor, kappy still oblivious to your admiration.

"who are you staring at?" william asks again, straining his words in a way that has him sounding almost concerned: astonished.

you blink hard, eyes leaving kappy's figure to jump over to william's. "nobody!"

william's eyes widen at your tone but then he starts laughing that typical way he does and it has you glaring at the swede.

"what's so funny?" you seeth.

he takes a breath, "you're clearly watching somebody. you've got that sad...love sick look on your face - i've seen it before."

"what?" you screech, eyes wide from his call out.

william doesn't give you much of a chance to further question his statement, looking out into the crowd, eyes squinting as he searches the mass of people. "alright, y/n, point them out, who is it? i'll be your wing - man."

you can hear kappy's laugh in the crowd and your stomach drops as you see your mutual friend moving towards the both of you.

in a panic, you grab willy's chin between your thumb and two fingers, bringing his face back to yours. "don't look."

"why not?" his light eyebrows draw together, face slightly squished from your grip.

"willy-"

"hey guys," you're interrupted, kappy sliding up beside the two of you at the bar, "am I interrupting something?"

kappy laughs which has you blushing, dropping william's face. "no! absolutely not." you say, "you know us...just goofing around." you trail off, immediately cursing yourself for being so flustered.

"okay crazy," kappy laughs and it has you floating, the sound no doubt giving you that smitten look on your face william was seeing earlier - even with the unflattering nickname. kappy ruffles your hair and you might as well just pass away.

he flags down the bartender before ordering a beer and a margarita. "see that girl?" kappy gestures to the same one he was dancing with when you first spotted him, "she's hot right?"

you're pretty sure he's talking to william, because why would he care about your opinion on some girl, but you respond regardless, "oh yeah! super hot."

your voice is louder than anticipated and it has william nudging your thigh with his knee. even with his nudge, willy vocalizes an agreement.

"hopefully I get lucky," kappy smirks, grabbing the two drinks in between his big hands before bidding goodbye, moving through the dance floor and back towards that girl, your eyes not once leaving him.

that is, until you hear william gasp slightly. that bubble of panick is back swirling in your chest, and it has you spinning around to meet william's wide eyes. "kappy?" he asks you, his attempt at a quiet whisper very much failing.

you shush him loudly, smacking his peck with your open palm. "stop. quiet, I don't want to talk about it."

"is that who you were staring at with that face." he makes a weird gesture towards your head and it has you slapping his hand out of the air.

"please, willy, you can't say anything! only zach knows about my stupid crush, and it's embarrassing okay? look at that girl out there! he would never go for me, and that's okay! i'm okay with just admiring from afar and just strictly crushing. so please, keep this to yourself - I'll get over it-"

william slaps a hand over your mouth which has you effectively shutting up, your rambling being put to a halt. you are sending willam daggers because of his action, an unimpressed pull to yours eyebrows. but william isn't worried about that. he's looking at you gently, with what you can only assume is pity for you and your stupid feelings. "don't talk yourself down like that," he says.

your shoulders drop slightly. his press on your mouth eases up enough for you to slip your tongue out, prodding the palm of his large hand. he just smirks at your attempt to gross him out and it has you becoming even more annoyed with his hold on you. not long passing until you're mustering the strength to grab his wrist and pull his hand down. "why didn't you remove your hand?"

he just shrugs before wiping his hand against his shirt. "a little spit never hurt anybody."

william's attempt at trying to make you laugh is unsuccessful. you're still staring up at him with a worried expression, knawing the inside of your cheek. your eyes dart out into the crowd before back into his. "promise me," you whisper, "don't say anything."

william nods gently, your anxiety practically leaking out your pores and seeping into his own. his stomach swoops. "I would never." your face still holds a look of being unsure and it has him breathing out a laugh, "I promise."

that has you sighing, your body visibly relaxing at his words of a promise. without much thought,  for what feels like the millionth time that night, your eyes slowly make their way back to your mutual friend on the dance floor, still laughing and dancing with that smooth legged blonde girl. it has you frowning once more, your fragile heart cracking.

william can see it on your face, the way it drops in uncertainty. the look of longing and unrequited love swimming in your eyes. he knows all too well. without thinking much more, he blurts out, "I'll help you."

shoulders still deflated you turn your body back towards william completely. "what are you talking about?"

william leans his body against the bar top, "there's no reason that it shouldn't be you he's with, right? you're just as beautiful and capable as that girl he's with now. if you want kappy, i'll help you get him."

your brows are raised slightly, the disbelief evident. "how?"

william shrugs at first, because he really hadn't thought that far ahead. "im his best friend," he settles on, "I know everything about him. what he likes, what he doesn't...his type and what he looks for in a girl. we can meet up when we can...and i'll show you where he likes to go on dates and what he likes, essentially preparing you for when its the real thing with him."

"really?" you ask gently, "why would you do that?"

he shrugs again, "he needs somebody to whip him into shape, who better than you?" something changes in his eyes and he laughs gently, "plus I won't have to see your love sick face anymore."

you smile softly, pushing his shoulder without much force. "okay," your words are hopeful, "but I feel like I owe you-"

william shakes his head, "no no," his hands held up in defense.

he can see your thoughts turning in your head, and then your smiling brightly. "yes, yes. elizabeth! you think she's hot right?"

william gulps. you and elizabeth had been friends since college, and most of the time she joined you on nights like these with the team. glued to your side at bars, clubs and dinners: the team was familiar with her soft face. she was very beautiful, any single guy into woman would think so. "yeah, she's nice." william agrees.

"okay! so, i'll help you." you're smiling, hands grasped together. "you've been single for so long, willy, this is your chance. i'll help you with elizabeth if you help me with kappy."

"okay," william says after a beat. your smile gets larger and it has him mimicking you, his shiny teeth smiling back at you. "I would've done this regardless, even if elizabeth wasn't involved though."

"i know," you down the last bit of your drink, "but I felt bad- and now we are helping each other."

william just nods, watching as you swallow. the cold drink slipping down the corner of your mouth and down your chin until you're wiping it away. "alright," he says, hand extending out infront of him, "we got a deal."

you place your hand into his, shaking it twice. "we got a deal." you repeat.

—

it's not until two weeks later when willy texts you and asks to meet up. you're almost shocked at first, thinking that nights conversation was a fluke. him promising to help you get through to kappy was long forgotten - but clearly not.

willy

hey, we have an off day. wanna get

food and talk kappy plans ??

y/n

oh right

y/n

sure!

y/n

i mean if you want to !

willy

haha 🤣

his next text is the location of what looks to be a sandwich place, only 10 minutes from your apartment. you speed getting ready, throwing on the first thing you deem presentable in your closet before throwing your hair up in a ponytail, not bothering with much else before heading out the door, making the short drive to the address you'd been sent.

you're slightly breathless when you get there, pulling open the glass door only for your nostrils to be assaulted by the scent of fresh bread and coffee beans. the low light ambiance grabbing your attention immediately, a feeling of calmness flowing into your senses.

william is already there, his eyes catch yours from where he is ordering at the register. "there she is," he mumbles, "hey, what do you want?" he's beckoning you over to the cash, his loud voice catching the ears of others, which immediately has you blushing, speeding over to your friend to ensure he wouldn't yell out again.

"I can pay," you tell him.

william shakes his head, "don't worry about that - just order whatever you want."

you smile politely and give your order to the young woman behind the counter and you do let william pay, which has him smiling triumphantly. not long after your drinks are being called out, william leaving the small table the two of you had coined to collect the order.

when he returns, you're just slipping your jacket off, leaving you in your light gray mock neck top. he slides your cappuccino as well as an unknown bag towards you - which is holding a croissant sandwich that you definitely didn't order. "This isn't mine."

willy has an identical sandwich that's he's already starting biting into, "Oh, I ordered it before you walked over, I wasn't expecting you to be here so soon."

you nod, "I wasn't expecting you to be here so soon...or at all." william is chewing slowly, brows furrowed at your confession, "I just, I thought maybe you had forgotten about this whole..."

"plan kappy." he finishes after a swallow.

you nod, "yeah."

"I promised I would help you," william says, "I was just collecting my data." you roll your eyes playfully when he stars to chuckle. you're wringing your hands nervously, eyes surveying the restaurant moving around you.

william sighs, pushing the sandwich closer to you. the crinkle of the paper snapping you out of your own head and back to him and the cheesy sandwich. "you're fine, just eat before you get hangry."

you scoff, "I don't get - "

william gives you a looks that has you cutting yourself off, because yes, you did get hangry. in that moment, you stomach betrays any argument you may of had, rumbling at the thought of food. grabbing the sandwich, you don't hesitate, taking a very unattractive bite. you moan out, licking some mayo off your thumb.

william laughs gently. "i'm sorry it took so long for me to reach out. the teams been really busy and i've been so exhausted. fucking time zones."

"it's okay," you say between chewing. you could understand the pure exhaustion that would come with playing a physically demanding game all while trying to be awake and adapt to the east coast time change.

"it's not really," william sucks some spinach looking drink up through his straw, "I should've at least told you I was busy and planned a meet up. I hope I didn't make you feel like, i don't know...shitty."

"it's fine," you reiterate, "we never even set a timeline, honestly! for a little bit, I thought I dreamed that whole conversation, which was a whole thing." your rambling has william nodding along with an amused smile. "but then you texted me today so I was definitely certain it was real...so now i feel less crazy." the look he's giving you has you stopping, covering you eyes. "sorry, i'm just feeling anxious about this whole thing. i'm so clueless."

"you're not clueless," william says. "we will figure it out."

you gulp, dropping your hands from your face, "what do I do?"

"first things first," william says, dusting his hands off before leaning into the table and closer towards you. "kappy isn't the best when it comes to girls - sure, he can flirt but he's not a boyfriend kind of man, more of a one night stand...enthusiast. I assume you don't want to be a one night stand?"

you shake your head no, "okay, so. how should I act? how should I dress?"

"act like yourself," william says immediately, "you have the best personality. you just need to be more confident when it comes to him. kappy likes confidence."

"confidence, okay. fake it till i make it."

he smiles, "fake it till you make it." willam agrees. "I picked this place because kappy likes this spot. he comes here for breakfast a lot. so if you can, bring it up in conversation."

you smile, "I can do that."

william finished his last bit of food. "saturday night, we were planning on going out for a couple drinks to celebrate mango's birthday."

you nod, taking another huge bite of your sandwich, seemingly unaware of what william was suggesting. "okay." you hum through your mouthful of tomato and cheese.

he laughs, "okay, so, come. kappy will be there and we can start this whole thing."

"right! okay." you try to suppress the nervous butterflies fluttering around your belly, bashing against your sides in a way that has you feeling weak. "you'll be there too, right? In case I need your help."

"you'll be great, don't worry." he says, "and If i wasn't going to be there I wouldn't of invited you," william holds a teasing grin.

"right," you hum, rubbing the back of your neck. "what should I wear?"

william shrugs, "whatever you want. he likes the colour red...if that's any help."

"red, okay." you're already taking mental notes of what's in your closet, flashes of articles dyed those ruby tones you needed. "I can do that."

"alright, now," william stands from his set, his chair scraping along the tiled floor loud enough to leave you cringing. "let's go around the city for a bit, i'll show you some of his favourite spots."

you're still sitting at the table, a bit dumbfounded as you watch him slip his puffer coat back over his broad shoulders. william chuckles, grabbing your garbage off the table, "are you coming? or am i going by myself."

"shut up," you hit his bicep, standing up less than gracefully. "you're so impatient."

"you hurt me, y/n," he feins pains, grasping his left peck like his heart was broken, "after all I've done for you."

you're laughing beside him which has william stopping his antics, releasing his chest while smiling down at you.

"okay, drama queen, where to next?"

william leads you through the city for the rest of the day, pointing out kappy's favourite boutiques, eateries, bars and anything in between. the two of you walk until dusk settles over the sky, william treating you to another meal before the two of you part ways, a promise from william that he will text you before the weekend with the finalized plans.

you got to bed that night happy with a stomach full of mouth watering chinese food (which you successfully convinced willy to get, claiming he could be unhealthy just for one day.) a smile adorned your face as you close your eyes, your plan with willy feeling successful- and it hasn't even begun.

you couldn't wait for saturday.

—

william does text you in the days leading up to saturday. offering you a couple more quips about his best friend as well as keeping you updated about plans and game schedules alike. it's friday night, just after 11p.m, when william texts you the finalized location and who's all going and so on and so forth.

the thought of the following evening has you giddy, brushing your teeth for bed with a little extra sway in your hips, not even caring when toothpaste falls from your tube and lands on your top.

you wake up saturday in the same mood, a smile adorning your face even though the nerves were running ramped through your veins.

you force yourself to eat a brunch, eggs and real cheese smooshed in between your last everything bagel, along with orange juice poured over a concerning amount of ice that you would inevitably knaw on once the liquid was drank.

your phone bings, bringing you out of your quiet meal.

zachary

hey. what are you doing tonight? did you want to come watch thatnew movie we've been talking about seeing?

you frown at your phone, the message from your best friend pushing down at your heart until it feels heavy. without meaning to, you hadn't texted or talked to zach in a week. the combination of two busy schedules along with yourself and williams escapades, zach had been put on your back burner.

y/n

hey

y/n

i'm actually going out

y/n

for mango's thing

y/n

william invited me

y/n

i'm sorry

zachary

don't apologize! it will be fun

we can do movie night another

night 😊

zachary

so...william invited you? 😏🧐

y/n

yes

y/n

don't send me those emojis!😤

y/n

william and I are friends

y/n

actually i'm helping him with something

zachary

oh yeah? and what's that

y/n

i'll tell you when i see you next

zachary

oh god

the conversation with zach lasts a little longer, and then you have to shower, so you bid goodbye to your oldest friend with a promise to hang next time he had a free evening.

you take your time getting ready, blow drying your hair straight until the heat has you sweating, leaving you to stand naked in the star fish pose in front of your stand alone fan until you can cool down.

as you're finishing up your makeup, swiping your pen along your eyelid to create a black wing, you almost wish kappy was there - that way he would be able to see all the effort you were putting in for him: for his attention and affection.

you were kind of left exhausted before you got dressed.

you slip on your favourite black mom jeans, the denim immediately hugging and wrapping around the curves of your hips. a top is strappy in the back, exposed your tanned skin from the neck down, the cherry red tank top sitting loose and plain on your front. you're stumbling over yourself as you try and zip up your black booties on your way to the front door, grabbing your bag and your thin wind breaker that definitely wasn't a match for the canadian winter air, and head out the door.

you arrive at the bar 15 minutes later, tipping your uber before exiting the warmth of the car and into the early february air.

you do a half run half walk to the front door, pulling open the heavy slate of oak until the warmth and sticky sweet smell envelope you, sucking you into the bar with ease.

"fuck," you mumble, your teeth chattering at the last bit of cold. you slip off your next to nothing jacket and hang it over your bent arm. you try your best to fix your hair in the terribly scratched mirror that hangs on the wall next to you, checking your teeth for any lipstick or seeds from your bagel earlier.

the clock alerts you that it's 8:45 p.m., 5 minutes after the time william said kappy would be there. with a sigh, you decided your presentable enough, moving around the small group gathered near the front and walking further into the bar.

"there she is!" you hear the distinctive voice of andreas johnsson call out to you, his deep accent bringing a smile to his face. you find them almost instantly, a smile tugging up at your mouth until your moving, joining your friends at the high table and chairs they've taken over.

"happy birthday," you sing song once you get to them, wrapping andreas in a hug until he kisses your cheek, squeezing you tight before releasing you.

"thank you," he laughs, "you look smokin," he teases, spinning you around until you're both laughing.

"whatever," you mumble. "oh," you gasp, hands pulling at your bag until you can reach inside, "I have something for you!" your fingers latch onto the crisp envelope that holds a birthday card, pulling it out and slipping it infront of him. "you don't need to open it now, but I didn't want to forget."

"you're too kind," johnsson says, giving you one more squeeze.

william is already standing when you meet his eyes, and he sends you a knowing smirk before pulling you into a hug. "he's at the bar," his words are whispered against the shell of you ear. it has you nodding, pulling away.

you greet timothy liligren and rasmus sandin who are accompanying the other chairs: warm greetings sent your way from your swedish friends. william takes your bag and coat from where they are draped over your arm, hanging them on the back of the empty chair beside him.

you go to take your seat but willy nudges you, eyes darting over to the bar. you see kappy - he's laughing with mitch and some brunette girl, all sipping drinks as they converse.

the hint was taken, "i'm going to grab a drink," you say, making your way over until you're standing in front of them.

mitch sees you first, "hey! how's it going?" he pulls you into a brief hug, which you return delicately.

"good, good," you nod, releasing mitch. before you can freak yourself out and over analyze everything about yourself, you're turning your body so your entire front is facing kappy. you're so close to him, if you lean in anymore than an inch, your boobs would be pressed against his bicep.

"hey kappy," you smile.

he doesn't move to hug you but he smirks all syrupy at you, eyes flicking down to your top. it give you a boost of confidence, a blush creeping up your chest and burning the tips of you ears.

"hey crazy," he teases, "you look good."

you breathe out a laugh, blinking a few times. "thanks," then you think about what willy said: confidence. so you decide to say, "I know I do."

once you say it, immediately you know that's not the right thing to say and definitely the wrong kind of confidence: more cocky if anything. it's confirmed by the look mitch sends your way, the mysterious brunette girl snorting into her drink.

"I mean...no. I don't know I do - or, no! yes, thank you."

kappy laughs, gripping your shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. "you want a drink?"

you nod, saving yourself any more embarrassment by staying silent. kappy flags down the bartender, ordering you a drink. a moment later, he's passing you a corona and you send him a tight lipped smile - taking a sip of the bitter drink and praying that your disgust isn't evident on your face.

mitch has left in the time your drink was ordered, leaving yourself with your crush and that same girl, who still hasn't introduced herself but instead orders another drink for herself. when she turns back around to face you, you are smiling expectantly at her but she just looks down into her drink.

you sigh, "hey, i'm y/n."

she finally meets your eyes, "lacy."

you try not to scoff at her attitude, raising your brows high. kappy doesn't seem to mind his...friends? attitude, talking over his shoulder at liligren.

"hey, did you want to dance?" the words leave your mouth before you can think it through. kappy looks back down at you.

"dance?"

"yeah!" you smile, "I love to dance! do you like dancing?"

kappy runs a hand through his hair, "i'm a terrible dancer."

"me too, that's what makes it fun."

"alright," kappy smiles. he grabs your hand, holding your palm against his own. immediately your knees go weak, letting him pull you away from the bar and out onto the makeshift dance floor. it isn't too busy, just enough people to make you not feel like you're being watched.

he dances fine, you think. his hands placed on your body appropriately, spinning and twirling you around until you're laughing, blushing and sweating.

over his shoulder, you catch the steel blue eyes of willy, who smiles encouragingly, tossing you a thumbs up that has your eyes widening, gesturing back and forth between him and the man you were dancing with: like a kid trying to tell their parent to stop embarrassing them.

william laughs, you can hear it from where you are. it has you joining in, rolling your eyes playfully and throwing him your middle finger subtly.

"you good?" kappy asks, his breath tickling your hairline.

your face falls, like you've been caught doing something you shouldn't. "yeah."

you're looking up at him when his eyes flicker away, looking behind you...and then he's pulling away. "lacy is calling me over -i'm going to grab another drink."

"oh," he's already walking away before you can finish, "okay. sounds good."

your face falls in a slight disappointment, standing alone in the middle of the dance floor while couples and friends move sound you. once again, you catch williams eyes.

his brows pull together in question which earns a shrug from you. your actions clearly enough communication for him and then you're watching the blond stand from his seat, slipping in between bodies until he's front of you. "what happened?"

"I don't know," you whine, "he said lacy was calling him over- said something about getting another drink."

"you didn't want to join them?"

you scoff, "lacy is kind of a bitch."

william laughs deeply. saved from the embarrassment of standing on the dance floor, he's pulling you into his body, hand resting heavy on your waist while his other clasp's one of yours, swaying the two of you to the sound tequila.

"should I go up there?" your question has william sighing.

"no. give it a minute. you don't want to look too...I don't know...clingy."

a frown pulls at your lips, "but I am clingy."

your words sound so genuine it has william smirking down at you. "that's okay, but he won't like that."

you nod, eyes surveying the room around you. the air grows silent between the two of you for a few minutes, the both of you just bathing in the calmness of one another's presence. it's you who breaks the silence though, a distant look on your face. "why is it he's always with somebody else?"

william looks at you sadly, which has you immediately regretting your question. you almost want to take it back but then he's sighing, "kappy is...complicated. he likes the attention."

"do I not give enough?"

he looks at you in shock, "what? you give enough. he's just...," he trails off, taking a deep breath before continuing, "too clueless to see what's right in front of him."

you don't say anything, too busy watching the way williams eyes soften.

he clears his throat, "that's you, by the way."

his tease has you giggling. "thank you, I would've had no idea who you were talking about if you didn't clear that up."

your banter has him smirking, sending a quick pinch to the dip of your hip where his hand is sitting. "loser," william whispers, his usual grin softly adorning his face. his face changes just as the song does, "also did I see you drinking a beer? you hate beer."

the reminder of your beverage has you groaning, that sour taste attacking your tastebuds once again. "oh my god yes," your head lulls down, "don't remind me." he laughs.

"wanna get something new to get your mind off it?"

you're gasping at that, "yes, I thought you'd never ask."

then the two of you disconnect. the dance floor has become more crowded since you first walked out onto it, bodies pushed together that effectively block a clear path. william's hooking a finger through the belt loop on your jeans, dragging you behind him as he uses his sheer size to make way through the crowd, bringing you both to the bar. you're not sure why you're blushing.

"done dancing?" kappy teases when he sees you again. you laugh awkwardly, shrugging.

"yeah, my partner kept stepping on my feet."

william scoffs, "whatever." but then he's laughing, flagging down the same bartender from earlier in the night until he catches their attention, ordering himself a diet coke and you a vodka cranberry. your mouth is salivating in anticipation at the thought of your favourite drink.

"he's always been a terrible dancer," kappy teases his friend, bumping williams shoulder with his own.

expect william doesn't laugh too hard, only a breath of a small chuckle leaving his lips. "at least I don't leave my partner on the dance floor."

his tone has you gulping, eyes darting between the two hockey players. "willy," your words come out between a forceful whisper and a shaky scold.

kappy throws his hands up in surrender, a smirk still on his face. "I was being summoned."

for the first time, lacy speaks up. "yeah that's totally my bad...I was lonely." her voice is more slurred then the last time you heard it, eyelids falling heavy in a way that very much gave away the state of her intoxication. "I just didn't want to stand alone, you get it, right girl?"

yeah, you think, you do get it because you were left standing alone in the middle of the dance floor because she was lonely - but you just nod, too sober to argue with a drunk girl.

william hands you your freshly made drink, to which you take roughly, chugging the entire thing in one go. the next few moments are kind of a blur. you place your empty glass on the counter, leaning close to lacy to do so. lacy grabs your arm, mumbling something incoherent in between quiet burps and then she spews. literally spews.

you jump away but it's no use, lacy had thrown up the contents of the night all over your front, the hot liquid soaking into your clothing and sticking to your skin. you can feel the colour drain from your face. "oh my god," you cry.

"oh shit, are you okay?" kappy asks, hands hovering over lacy's back.

"i'm sorry," lacy mumbles, wiping her mouth with the back of her tanned hand, "I didn't feel well."

"oh my god." you repeat.

"are you okay?" william is the one asking this time, expect he's asking you, the recipient of the vomit attack.

you take a deep breath through your mouth, too scared to use your nose. you look down and see you are completely covered, all the way down to your black shoes. vomit puddles on the floor below you and you start panicking, shaking your hands in despair.

"I need to go outside."

"yeah, okay," william nods, guiding you by the back of your neck towards the exit. this time, he doesn't need to use his body to make a path, the pure stench and look of you has people clearing the way.

you can hear kappy flagging down some help for a clean up just as william is opening the door, a wave a cold air hitting you. your wet clothes immediately feel 10 times worse. "what do I do?" you cry. you can also assume you're standing like a robot, making sure none of your limbs touch one another. "I have emtaphobia."

"emta- what?" willy asks, eyes swimming with a look you can't decipher.

"I'm scared of puke, william." the use of his full name has his eyes growing wide. "what do I do? I can't keep these clothes on."

"no, you're right," he trails off, looking around frantically for a moment, "okay! I have some clothes in my car. you can change."

your panick is still swirling deep in your stomach, your fear so badly taking over. you try to distract yourself with the press william had on your back as he guides you to his car, taking shaky deep breaths as best you can.

the beep of the car is another distraction, the lights momentarily shocking you. william rounds you both to the trunk, popping the hatch open. it's relatively clean back there, a few rolls of hockey tape and some loose articles of clothing spewn about, not doubt thrown astray form driving. "okay, just take what you need."

you nod.

"do you need help?"

you survey yourself again, "no, umm, I think I got it. just...don't leave. turn around or something."

he turns around.

"no peeking," you try and joke, laughing awkwardly at yourself to save yourself from crying.

"I would never," williams teasing has you feeling a bit more relaxed, your hands that were previously shaking now much more manageable. you pull your tank top off, and miraculously avoid getting any of lacy's vomit in your hair. your bra is also affected, which has you surveying the dark parking lot to make sure nobody could see you. the coast is clear and you unclip the undergarment, letting it fall to the ground along with your tank top. you quickly grab a blue hoodie, the maple leaf logo embroidered on the front. you pull it over your head, the number 88 sitting heavy on your collarbone.

you make quick work of your jeans, throwing on a pair of sweatpants after you kicked off your shoes, leaving you standing in just your socks. "okay, i'm done."

william turns around to see you standing there, a sad look on your face. your hands are gripping his sweatpants tightly, preventing them from falling down.  "i'm so embarrassed," you finally say, tears brimming your waterline.

"don't be," he strains.

"why did it have to happen infront of kappy? I probably looked ridiculous."

"if it's any consolation," william says, "everybody looks ridiculous covered in puke."

that has you laughing slightly, a single tear falling down your cheek that has you using your shoulder to wipe it away. "can you - umm, call me a cab?"

"no," william says quickly. your brows raise, ready to lay into him. "i'll drive you home."

"you don't have to."

"I want to." he doesn't look at you when he says it, busy shutting the trunk of his vehicle. willy steps over the pile of pukey clothes by your feet, "here's my keys, start the car and i'll go get our stuff from inside."

you don't argue, feet too cold from the frosted concrete. that has you getting into the passenger seat and letting the car warm up. it isn't 5 minutes later that william walks back out of the bar, your jacket and purse over his shoulder, a plastic bag in his hand. you don't see where he goes as he rounds the back of his car, the sound of the trunk opening and closing just before you see that head of blonde hair again, william walking over to the driver's side and getting in.

"i'll wash them for you," he is rubbing his hands together, trying to warm them up, "don't even worry about it."

he's talking about your clothes. your red top and favourite pair of jeans. you feel like crying again. "thank you." you sniffle as he's putting the car into drive, "I would've just thrown them out."

he laughs lightly, "no doubt."

the drive is silent for the first 5 minutes but then william is sighing, pulling up to a red light. "i'm sorry that happened to you. I hope you're not scarred from ever accepting my invitations to go out again."

"never," you laugh, "well, as long as lacy isn't there." despite your laughter, your voice is very much serious and william doesn't doubt it.

"lacy, never again. got it."

"thank you for helping me, willy." you whisper a few minutes later. you recognize that your close to your apartment complex, the neighbouring buildings providing a sense of familiarity.

"always," he says, "promise."

you nod at him softly, a sweet smile on your face.

—

the next morning when you wake up it's with a groan, the memories of the night before heavy on your brain. after william dropped you off, you obviously showered, your damp hair against the pillows a reminder that you are clean - your momentary surge of panic ending.

but then your embarrassment comes back. you can only imagine the sheer terror on your face the moment you were douced in throw up - the miniature freak out that followed with it. kappy hadn't even checked in on you: when it happened or after the fact.

you groan again, tossing back your blanket at the same time you grab your phone off the night stand: frowning at the lack of texts from kappy once more. suddenly you're hit with a wave of loneliness, wanting nothing more than the comfort of your best friend.

y/n

can you come over ?

y/n

something I want to tell you about

the phone dings a moment later

zachary

of course. want a sandwich from tony's?

y/n

yes

y/n

please

zachary

bacon egg and cheese okay?

y/n

yes please 👍🏼

when zach lets himself into your apartment, you're lounging on the couch, still wearing your pyjamas and glasses, slippers covering your feet.

"hey," he calls out, kicking the door shut with his foot. you push to sit up, grabbing the drink tray from his arm that's also holding a paper bag with yummy breakfast sandwiches. the puke incident still has you feeling a bit weary of eating but you do your best to ignore it, thanking zach as he takes a seat beside you.

he must be able to feel your anxious energy. "something happen last night?" his voice is cautious, unwrapping his food.

you take a deep breath, taking a small bite of your sandwich and chewing it slowly. "I got fucking puked on."

he sucks in some air, "you okay? how did that happen?"

you nod, "i'm fine. it was this girl..."

there's something you aren't saying, zach call tell. the way you won't meet his eyes, running your hand through your un-brushed hair. "what else?"

he knows you too well, you think. "I got puked on...in front of kappy and totally, like, panicked. I had to fucking strip down in the parking lot behind willy's car. oh my god, and the girl, lacy, was totally there with kappy and I just," you take a deep breath, "i'm so embarrassed. I looked so stupid standing there infront of him covered in his dates vomit."

as if zach can sense your feelings, he moves closer, pulling you into his side for a much appreciated hug. you love him so much, you think. because instead of your best friend teasing you about how you were still crushing on his teammate, zach was empathetic with you. "don't be embarrassed," he says, "anybody would look silly covered in puke."

you laugh, "that's pretty much what willy said."

zach raises his brows, "we know you too well I suppose."

you nod gently, bringing your thumb to your lips and beginning to pick. "there's something else."

zach just nods, urging you to continue.

"willy, he umm, he's helping me with," you ponder wording, "getting kappy to ask me out."

"what?"

"he's essentially like, training me for a date with kappy." zach laughs which has you joining in. "I know it sounds stupid! but it's kind of working! he danced with me for a bit last night - he did leave me on the dance floor though which was a whole different thing-"

"he left you alone on the dance floor?" zach sounds angry.

you shake your head, "it's okay, though. willy saved me - anyways, besides the point. willy is helping me with kappy and in return I told him I'd get him a date with liz."

"liz?" zach asks, brows raised. "like your friend elizabeth?"

you nod.

"does liz know?"

you shake your head, "absolutely not. I don't want her to feel like a pawn."

zach breaths a laugh, "she is a pawn."

"no! well, yes," you nod, "but no! because willy didn't even ask! I was the one who offered after he mentioned helping me."

"hold on," he says, eyes squinting, "willy just...offered to help you get with his best friend?"

you purse your lips, "pretty much."

"a bit weird, don't you think?"

your brows draw together, "no. we are friends! he's just helping me out."

"okay."

"why? do you think it's a bad idea?"

"no. not if you're happy with it."

"I am," you smile automatically, "I think it will work."

zach mimicks your expression, "then I think it's a great idea." he takes another bite of his food.

"okay now help me get my mind off last night," you shiver, taking another hesitant bite of your breakfast.

zach laughs around his mouthful, "have you watched the new episode of love is blind yet?"

and then he's diving into an explanation, insisting you both watch the episode before he has to go back home for his pre-game meal and nap. the conversation between the two of light hearted and a much needed healer for your brain rot. it's nice and even after zach leaves, you don't think about the night before, sucked into the rest of the show.

the next couple days are pretty quiet. the leafs have a few games back to back at the beginning of the week, and you're pretty swamped at your job as well. but then wednesday comes, and the leafs have an early afternoon game - leaving the evening open.

that's how you end up at williams apartment wednesday night: feasting on a balanced meal william insisted you would enjoy (it was actually really delicious but you kept teasing him that it wasn't- news flash: he saw right through you).

"why are we watching this movie?" you question, slouched down on the plush couch cushions of williams expensive sectional, one of his dogs curled up at your feet.

"it's kappy's favourite," william says. he's in the same slouched position as you, shoulder almost pushing into yours.

you groan, "seriously? the godfather is his favourite movie."

you can't hide you look of distaste, and it has william giggling at your expression. he shrugs, "that's what he says." he pauses, rolling his head against the cushion so he can look at your face, "what's yours?"

you ponder for a moment and then smirk. "you can't judge me."

"never," he promises automatically.

"if I had to just pick one... it would be tinkerbell."

you expect him to laugh at you, call you a baby and then explain why something like fight club is a much more suitable film. but instead he nods, "respectable."

"think so?" you ask, brows raised in a slight disbelief.

"yeah," he laughs slightly. "is that alright tinkerbell?" william is back to his usual teasing laugh and that has you sighing, a playful roll to your eyes.

"if anything, you're tinkerbell - not me."

william laughs loudly, "well I wasn't going to say it but..."

you giggle, pushing his shoulder gently. "what's your favourite movie?"

"I don't have one." he says after a few beats.

you gasp, turning your head towards him. william is still looking at you, a small smirk tugging at his lips. it has you taking a shallow gulp. "okay, well then i'm going to tell people it's tinkerbell as well."

you expect a protest but instead, "okay." that same expression on williams face, all soft and gooey until your stomach flips. "hey," he whispers, "we have the family skate friday. you should come."

"should I?" you tease.

"I want you to." as if william realized what he said, he sits up quickly, cleaning his throat, "kappy will be there after all."

you follow suit, sitting up, "right, of course."

he smiles, "i'll pick you up friday then."

you can't help but smile in return, "alright."

the clock that hangs on the wall tells you that it's late, well past midnight and it has you sighing: already dreading your early work day tomorrow. "I should probably go..." you start to push the blanket off, "I work early."

"what time? i'll drive you before skate." william says immediately, "i mean, you can stay over. like you said, it's late and maybe you shouldn't drive."

your heart flutters twice against your rib cage. "I work at 7, but it's fine, really, I don't want to intrude."

he shakes his head, "tuck yourself back in and watch the movie."

you snicker and do what he suggest, snuggling back under the fuzzy blanket that you shared with the blonde beside you. "bossy," you remark. willy just laughs into your shoulder.

a few minutes later you jolt, "an alarm." you say, your hands searching frantically under the cover. you finally locate your cell, but then willy hisses gently, jerking his body away from yours in a way that has you panicking.

"that's not your phone." he laughs awkwardly.

your face drops, "oh my god." you had totally just grabbed your friends dick in mistaking it for your phone. then you blush, "i'm so sorry!"

he just laughs at your panick, hand slipping out from under the blanket with your phone, "here's your phone."

you take it from him gingerly, closing your eyes with embarrassment. "willy, I-"

"it's okay," he smiles, "it's not like it was the worse thing in the world." his face falls when he realizes what he says, "no! that came out wrong, I didn't mean to sound so creepy."

his embarrassment is clear and it has you laughing gently, "now we are both embarrassed."

willy just smiles at you in a way that if you two weren't just friends, you would mistaken for lovingly. "yeah," he says gently.

you just look back towards the tv with a gentle smile.

you never did set your alarm.

—

"do you know how to skate?" william teases. he's wearing his practice gear still, just without his gloves. his bare hands placed on his hips as he observes you.

you give him a look, your hands gripping onto the outdoor rinks wall, skate covered feet still flat on the black padding of the makeshift bench area. he laughs at your unbothered expression, skating in a small circle before going still again. "yes, I know how to skate."

you still don't make a move to step out onto the ice, fingers going cold against the ledge.

"alright," william skates to the left slightly, "come on then."

you nod, gulping slightly when john tavares skates past you, his kid tucked between his legs as they zip through. your eyes meet william's again, "alright, I will."

without much more thought, you take a hesitant step onto the sheet of ice, your one foot quickly followed by the other. you still have a hold on the ledge but it doesn't seem that willy minds your pace, still waiting patiently behind you.

your head whips around when snow hits your jeans, zach coming to quick stop and effectively snowing your lower half. "hey!" you screech.

your best friend just laughs, "you're skating?"

you scoff, eyes squinting his direction. "yeah"

"y/n. you can't skate."

your mouth hangs open, another scoff escaping.

"I thought you said you could," william teases.

"I can!" you say in a tone of disbelief, still giving your giggling best friend a look, "just," you trial off, eyes moving around the rink as players and their families skate laps, "not well."

zach just laughs louder at your confession, and then he pats william on his shoulder, "good luck."

all you can do is laugh in pure shock, your best friends words still ringing in your ears. william just laughs along, which was...rude. he skates forward until he's close enough to touch, "c'mon."

his hand is extended towards you, an invitation to grab on. "i can skate just fine, I promise. I just suck with balance."

"I believe you," he smiles, "just grab my hand and i'll drag you along."

you look at his hands again, "okay, just...don't go too fast."

your cold hands grasp onto his, your grip tight on his much larger palms. "I won't."

immediately he takes off backwards, doing what he claimed and pulling you along, starting to take you both around for your first lap. even though he's skating backwards, he's dodging and zipping between the people effortlessly.

"i'm kind of impressed," you laugh, "you're really good at skating."

he gives you a look, "you do know i'm a professional, right?"

you laugh loudly, head falling back briefly. "okay! it's still impressive. don't make fun of me, i'm giving you a compliment."

"wouldn't dream of it," william insists, "thanks for the compliment." the two of you are almost back to where you started the lap. you can tell william is going slower than he could be for your sake, his teammates passing you both without effort. "okay," william starts, slowing down, "now your turn to try."

"what? no," william is already dropping your hands, somehow manoeuvring out of your death grip so that your standing alone. he doesn't leave you, but skates a couple meters back. "willy!" you whisper shout, arms out in front of you like bambi.

"skate towards me," he says.

you shake your head, "no, i'll fall."

"you won't," william assures, "and if you do, i'll catch you."

at the same time william finishes his scentence, rasmus is whirling past, laughing when you screech at the sounds of his skates tearing up the ice beside you.

"you got it," william says, effectively grabbing your attention again, "and then after this you can hold onto me again."

"promise?"

he laughs gently, "I promise."

"okay," you mumble to yourself, you look down at your feet but then remember every time zach had tried to teach you, hammering the rule that you definitely shouldn't look down when you're skating.

you meet williams eyes once again, using your left foot to push off, followed by your right foot. your arms are still trying to keep your balance, stuck out your sides. you're sure you resemble a baby giraffe learning to walk, but you can't find yourself caring, your feet still moving you towards william. "i'm doing it?"

your voice comes out as a question and it has him giggling, "you are. bend your knees a little more."

you smile brightly, almost close enough that you could reach out and grab onto the white jersey covering willy's shoulder pads. you're still feeling wobbly, just barley gliding on the ice, but it's still working - you hadn't fallen over. "there you go!"

"yeah, I think i'm -" your suddenly panicking, the pick of your skate catching a small dip on the ice's surface. then you arms are flailing at your sides, desperately trying to keep your balance so your face doesn't smack into the ice. but, you're already slipping, preparing yourself for the pain of falling.

"woah," william says, hands grabbing around your sides, fingers pressing under your rib cage to pull you up straight, effortlessly stopping your accident before it happens. "you okay?"

his eyes are filled with concern, dancing over your face as if to look for any injuries - even though there was no possible way. after all, he did save you.

you're slightly breathless, hands holding on tightly to william's biceps. "yeah...yeah i'm okay." looking around, you see a couple people's eyes linger, small smirks on their lips.

"want to stop?" william whispers, slightly crouched so he can look into your eyes.

you blush, "no, just keep skating with me before I die of embarrassment."

he laughs gently, breath tickling your frost bitten cheeks. "okay," he nods, immediately fulfilling your wishes. his hands leave your ribs, dragging down the underside of your arms until he's gripping your hands, skating backwards with you once again.

your eyes are still wandering, checking the people around you with your lip between your teeth, brows pulled together.

as if william can sense your worries, he tugs on your hands to grab your attention. "nobody is looking at you."

"what if - "

"- or making fun of you," he interrupts, "I promise."

you nod and willam smiles, changing direction so that you're the one now moving backwards, william skating forward as he pushes you gently along. the change of direction has him holding onto your waist, a better position for the movement. he can feel your grip on his muscles tighten, but you don't say anything, even a small laugh bubbling out as he spins you two quickly.

"oh gosh, willy!" your laughter is like music as you scold him, your words holding no bite with that smile beaming on your face - william effectively taking any lingering embarrassment you had been feeling and throwing it away. "you're going to make me dizzy."

he laughs, "you will be fine - " william starts, but his words are cut short, not watching where the two of we're going until he's backing you into a person, stopping all three of you from skating at the collision.

kappy grunts at the impact, his hands grabbing your shoulder from behind to stop you all from tumbling over. immediately, william lets go of you, and you spin around the best you can with your still shaky balance.

"woah," the finnish native mumbles, his deep tone burning your ears.

the sight of kappy's face as you blinking hard, your brain reminding you of why willy invited you to the family skate in the first place: and here he was in front of you.

"kappy, hey." you're breathing out. "sorry, we didn't mean-"

"my bad," william interrupts, his earlier chipper tone gone.

you nod gently, arms crossing over your chest but immediately dropping back to your sides, the loss of stability causing you to teeter slightly.

"all good," kappy says, "you guys having fun?"

"oh yeah," you smile brightly, blinking up at him slowly, "this is great fun."

"I saw your almost fall earlier," kappy laughs and it has your smile falling, "are you always that clumsy? first the vomit and then the slipping, you're full of surprises huh?"

you laugh awkwardly, "oh, umm-“

william says sharply, "she's not clumsy."

you send the blonde a harsh look, "no it's okay. I am," you turn back towards kappy, "-clumsy. very clumsy."

"no," william laughs in disbelief, "you're not-"

"heads up!" a voice calls out from somewhere on the rink. you look over to try and find the source of the commotion, but just as you do, a puck smacks fast into the boards, hitting a dip in the ice and flinging back through the air, smacking you right in the face.

you scream out, hands immediately flying to your nose. you can feel the hot liquid seep through your fingers, your blood dripping onto your coat.

"oh fuck," kappy gasps.

you can feel a hand press gently against your back, a slight rubbing movement over your white puffer.

"here," william says, "move your hands."

william has taken off his jersey, holding it right under your hands. when you take them away, he's immediately pressing the material to your face, catching the blood before it can hit the ice.

a small crowd has gathered around you, looks of concern and words of worry all flying around that have your head spinning. "fuck," you whine when willy applies some extra pressure.

"I know, sorry," he says quickly.

"i'm sorry!" the words are falling from jake muzzin's mouth, "my kids were fucking around and the puck just, like, flew through the air."

"it's okay," you wince, "i'll be fine."

"the medical staff are still here," aryne tavares says beside you. "you should get that checked out...that's a lot of blood. it might be broken."

her words have you groaning, tears welling up in your eyes.

"let me help you off the ice," william says. he's crouching down again so he can look into your eyes. all you can muster is a gentle nod, which makes william throw his free hand around your waist, helping you skate over to the exit with his jersey still held to your face.

the medical staff take notice of you two immediately, springing into action at the sight of your blood, taking you away from william and beginning their work.

by the time there putting a strip on your nose, the bleeding has mostly stopped. one of the medical personnel has put the cotton plugs up your nostrils, catching any lingering traces of bleeding. thankfully your nose isn't broken, just bruised and the next few days are to be expected with soreness and discolouration.

"how's it feel?" william joins you once again, still only wearing his shoulder and chest pad. you had been separated while the medical staff cleaned you up but now that they were done, he joined you once more.

"it's sore," you mumble. you don't even want to think how stupid you look with a bandaged nose and what you can also assume swollen face. "but i'll survive."

"you're so brave," his tone is teasing, sitting beside you gently. "i'm sorry."

"it's not your fault," you say, "it's nobody's fault."

he nods in agreement, "no but if I saw it coming I would've sacrificed my back to save your nose."

you giggle, which makes him smile. you wince at your face moving, fingers hovering over your nose. you sigh, "I can't believe i've been covered in another bodily fluid infront of the guy I like."

william just sighs gently. "don't worry about him right now."

"I can't help it," you groan. a beat passes, "everybody was definitely looking at me that time, huh."

william laughs in disbelief, "loser."

"yeah but i'm you're favourite loser," you lean in closer, bumping your side against his, "so you can't complain."

"you're right," he nods, "what would I do without you."

you laugh, "who knows."

the sound of zach calling out your name has your and willy's eye contact ending, your gaze now meeting your best friends as he approaches in a hurry. "are you okay, y/n?! I didn't even know you got hurt."

"i'm fine," you sigh, "just a little bloody."

"yeah," zach breathes, eyes darting down to you stained white coat and back, "I can see that."

then kappy comes up behind zach, a raise to his eyebrows as he takes in your face. he whistles lowly, "shit," he says, hands on his hips, "those black eyes are going to be knarly."

you don't take notice to the way williams jaw clenches.

"i'll look badass," you say.

kappy shrugs, "something like that."

zach covers his face in disbelief at your words, sending you a slight smile. "you're insane, y/n."

you just shrug. zach starts to talk with somebody on the medical team, assumingly grilling them with questions about your injury. kappy gets distracted by one of his teammates by the boards, walking off to join a conversation without another word.

you turn to willy, "can you get my boots?"

he just laughs gently, "yeah."

wasting no time in jogging to the bench where you both left your things, returning no less then two minutes later with your winter shoes in his hand. wordlessly, william leans down in front of you, fingers expertly untying your laces until their loose enough for him to slip off your skates.

your foot is tucked between his thighs while he tugs your boot on, patting the sides of your ankle once it was secure.

"thanks," you whisper, dropping your foot back to the ground.

your face starts to hurt a little more as time passes, and you can only dread how much it will ache when you wake up the following morning- already preparing the looks of shock from your co-workers.

william stands up from his crouched position. he's even taller on his skates as he looks down at you, a ghost of a smirk tugging his lips. he opens his mouth as if to say something but then he stops, pulling out his phone.

you fight the urge to scoff, about to tell him not to leave you hanging like that, but then he is pointing the phone at you, the click of the camera button alerting you to a photo being taken. "hey!" you say.

william laughs, observing the photo of you looking all pouty for a few more seconds before pocketing his phone.

"collecting future blackmail?" you ask with a laugh, an unimpressed raise to your brows.

"no." he shakes his head, "you just look cute."

oh.

you gulp.

"want to go home?" he asks you.

you shake your head slightly, clearing your throat. "yes."

william extends a hand to you, which you take immediately, letting him pull you to your feet. for the rest of the day you think about that damn picture and the reason it was taken.

you look cute.

—

a week passes before you see william again. the day after getting smacked in the nose with a hockey puck, zach and alanna kept you company at your apartment. you were jacked up on pain meds, which lead to a few loopy conversations with your two friends, most of them ending with you crying and feeling embarrassed in front of kappy - zach and his wife laughing awkwardly at your high state.

safe to say after your third venting session, you slept the rest of the day away - barley remembering the conversations you had (that is until zach calls you and laughs about it all: you hate him.)

liz visits you 4 days after the incident and you finally get a chance to talk to her about the idea of going out with william. she says maybe, and promises to think about it - which was a win as far as your concerned.

7 days after, william texts you and says he's growing bored without seeing your face, asking you for breakfast to talk about the kappy plans. you were already agreeing at the promise of a grilled cheese form your favourite cafe.

you pull open the heavy car door of williams vehicle, a bright smile on your face, cheeks rosy from the cold late february day. "hey."

"hi," william says, tossing his phone down as you take your seat. "you're healing nicely."

"I thought so" you agree. you are only left with the last stages of your black eyes, no marks or bruises on your nose anymore, barely tender when you touch it.

william puts the car in drive, pulling away from the curb and onto the busy toronto street. you grab the loose aux cord that was lying in the empty cup holder, immediately plugging it into your phone and queuing your favourite songs.

"so," willy starts, eyes darting over to your face quickly before they go back to the road, "there's something I want to talk about."

"you're making me a bit nervous," you admit, a light laugh emerging from your chest.

willy shakes his head, "no, nothing bad. it's just...," he takes a sigh, a beat passing, "I want you to be completely honest with me."

"always," you promise.

he takes another deep sigh, "what do you see in kappy?"

you blink hard at his question but stay silent.

"like I know he's my best friend," continues willy, "and I love him to death but he's not the most...loving person. he doesn't like relationships and he's not driven in that sense, like...at all. and if i'm being completely honest he's kind of a dick around you."

"what?" you whisper.

william looks empathetic, "he doesn't treat you the nicest way he could, don't you see that?"

you blink again because, no, you really haven't noticed anything bad when you're talking to kappy or anything odd when you're hanging around him. but then you think of the way that zach loves you, or the way andreas talks to you and how willy cares for you and kappy really doesn't stand out. you gulp, "I mean...he's maybe not the most affectionate but that doesn't mean he hates me-"

"no," william interrupts, "he doesn't hate you he just...doesn't treat you the way he should. and I don't want to upset you but I don't think you should continue pursuing him. i'm only saying this because you deserve better than my best friends shitty attitude."

you gulp.

"but with that being said - i'll still help you, y/n. if you still want him and you know kappy is what you want - i'll bud out. we will continue doing this," william looks over to you, "just tell me what you want."

you bite your lip, william's blue eye burning into yours before he has to look back to the road. you don't turn away though, eyes still studying his side profile. his sharp jaw and sloped nose, the way his earring shines in the sunlight.

you think about what he said, and all of it was true. you can see it now. you honestly don't know what to say. you would feel guilty if you had to tell william to stop, all of his time he spent helping you would be wasted. you're not sure you want to continue. that crush was much more fun when it was just a crush from afar, without the puke and the blood and the being left on the dance floor.

but it's working, you think. kappy and you feels different than it has in the past. with william around to help, something was changing.

"I want to keep doing this," you decide.

william just nods. "then we will keep doing it."

the tense moment is cut when the song changes, the familiar chords of ABBA flowing through the speakers quietly. william just smirks, bopping his head along to the beat until your smiling gently.

just as the chorus starts, william hits the steering wheel like a drum, turning briefly to you, "look into his angel eyes, one look and you're hypnotized!" he sings loudly.

your mouth hangs open in shock, a few laughs bubbling up your throat at his performance.

"he'll take your heart and you must pay the price - look into his angel eyes - "

you join in, "you'll think you're in paradise !"

you're both laughing for the entire song, belting the lyrics to one another as you cruise through the city. the song finishes and a new one starts, both of you breathless and smiling.

a beat passes, "thank you willy."

his smile flatters slightly and he swallows, "you don't have to thank me."

you just nod.

the gps alerts you both that you're only 3 minutes away from the eatery, directions telling william to get into the left lane as you approach the stop light.

your phone dings in your lap, pulling your gaze away from where you were still staring at william's side profile.

liz

i thought about it and i think i want to do it. i'll go out with william.

your face falls slightly. despite your unknown disappointment, you text back with as much enthusiasm you can rely through your phone.

y/n

oh okay !

y/n

want me to give you his number

y/n

i'm with him rn

liz

actually i was thinking we could maybe do a double date?youve been getting closer to kasperi, right? i dont know willy that well and you guys are friends! so i think it would be better that way

y/n

yeah

y/n

that sounds good

y/n

i'll let willy know

y/n

and he can let kappy know

y/n

okay 🥰

liz

kk let me know.

love u

willy is just parking against the curb in front of the cafe as you send your last text to liz. once the car is off, you turn towards him with a grin.

he laughs, "yes?"

"guess what I just got you."

williams brows furrow, "what?"

"a date with liz!," william tries to keep his smile on his face. "well, a double date. how does that new Teppanyaki place sound? you, liz, kappy and me?"

william blinks and nods, "umm, yeah. sounds good."

"okay," you mutter, "should I text kappy and ask or should you?"

"I can," william says, "it's easier to convince him when i'm able to guilt trip him."

you nod, "alright. it will be fun I think."

your stomach growls and that has the conversation ending, both of you heading in for a meal, setting plans in stone for the upcoming double date.

—

"are you excited?" your tone is hopeful as you look over to your left, hands gripping the steering wheel as you navigated the city.

you can see liz nod once before you have to look back to the street. she rubs her lips together, "i'm sure it will be good."

"you don't sound excited," you laugh awkwardly. out of the corner of your eye you can see her shoulders deflate. "you sound uninterested."

"I promise i'm interested," liz says, "it's just," she stops herself, eyes darting over to you. she watches the way you knaw on your lip, eyebrows pulled together in thought. "it's nothing. first date jitters I suppose."

you're still not to convinced, flicking on your turn signal. "okay."

liz clears her throat, "anything I should know about willy before we get there?"

you hum. "what do you mean?"

"like, I don't know," liz laughs, "what's his favourite food? or favourite movie? what's his favourite colour? something I can causally bring up so he knows i'm paying attention."

you swallow and take a sharp breath. "oh, umm," you laugh, "well his favourite movie is tinkerbell."

"really?"

you laugh again, "well, no. he says he doesn't have a favourite movie. I told him mine was tinkerbell and therefore I was going to tell people it was his too," you take a pause, "his favourite food is steak, but he's also big into any breakfast food. oh and he likes the colour purple."

liz is staring at you with an amused smile.

you continue, "you don't have to feel nervous, liz. willy is....the best."

"y/n.." liz wants to say something, you can tell by the tone of her voice. it has you laughing, pulling the car over as you reach the restaurant.

"looks like we are here!" thankfully, you snag a parking spot right infront of the Teppanyaki style restaurant, switching the car off once you park.

"willy said we can just walk in, there's no reservation or anything."

"alright," liz nods, following suit and unbuckling her seatbelt.

"dude, why do you look so nervous?" kappy's voice has william looking away form the door, the leg that was previously bouncing under the table top coming to a halt.

"i'm not nervous," william argues, "i'm just...aren't you nervous? this is a date."

kappy just shrugs adjacent to him, "it's just y/n...we're friends. why would I be nervous."

william's jaw ticks, "it's not just - "

"hey!" the sound of your bright voice as william stopping, turning around his in chair to see you and liz walking towards them.

william stands, "hey," he swallows as he takes you in, the nerves he was definitely feeling earlier are still there, butterflies fighting in the lining of his stomach. "how are you guys?"

"good," you smile. liz agrees, her smile just as bright and flattering as yours, but william doesn't notice it.

"saved you a spot, y/n/n," the voice of kappy has willy exhaling, blinking hard as your eyes widen at the finnish accent.

you squeeze the blondes shoulder as you sneak past him, taking the empty stool beside kappy. you watch the way william smiles at liz, bringing her into a friendly hug. suddenly your stomach turns and you have to look away as they chat. eventually they sit down, liz on the corner beside you and william next to her.

"you look nice," kappy's words are gentle on your side, two fingers picking a piece of your hair and dropping it over your shoulder. "who's got you all dressed up like this?"

you shrug, "oh I don't know," his smirk has you laughing gently, "why? do you think I should dress like this more often?"

his eyes dart down to your top, that familiar shade of red adorning your chest. "red's my favourite colour." kappy smirks.

"really?" you fane innocence.

william clears his throat loudly and it has your eyes darting over to find his but you're only met with his face in the menu, not even a glance in your direction. you frown gently at that.

liz nudges you, eyes quickly meeting yours. "what are you going to get?"

"I don't know," you admit, picking up the menu infront of you. all of you are silent for a few minutes, reading over the menu trying to ignore the unreadable tension that looms around the four of you.

the flames in front of you ignite, the warmth of the fire has you moving back - snapping you out of your own mind bubble. you wouldn't be surprised if -

"oh my god," liz whispers.

"what?" you ask quickly, dropping your menu.

her eyes are on you, an expression on her face that has your stomach plummeting. "that totally singed your brows."

you eyes widen, "what?"

kappy laughs as you pull out your phone, the cell acting as a mirror as you look over your face. you're met with your brows, very much looking crispy. you whine, brushing away any loose hairs.

"are you hurt?" william asks.

"no," you say. you're thankful you filled your brows in, any areas of natural brow hairs that may be now be splotchy, are coating in a thick pomade. "i'm okay."

"honestly, you can't really tell now that the singed hairs are gone." liz's tone is hopeful and it has you nodding, pocketing your phone.

the cook at your table finally makes his way to your groups corner, platting up the mouth watering range of food.

"are you sure you're okay?" william asks you again and you nod harshly.

"i'm fine." you meet his worried expression and immediately regret your tone of voice. he doesn't look away. "I promise."

then you all start eating, small talk and laughter bounces between all of you. kappy's hand keeps grazing your arm, which in theory means he's flirting with you, which is why you are surprised when your body doesn't react. in fact, you almost feel nothing at the way his fingers tickle your skin.

liz gives you a subtle wink when she notices the way kappy's arm dangles across the back of your chair so you force a smile. but then you meet williams eyes, and your smile falls. he looks away, back towards kappy and their conversation.

a phone buzzes and it has you looking over just as kappy's phone is lit up, an array of notifications flood his lock screen, but the top one catches your attention.

lacy

wanna come over ?

you blink, looking away. kappy grabs it quick, wordlessly typing out his response with a small smirk - but you catch it.

suddenly you feel icky, and once again you feel like you're standing alone out on a dance floor. tears are gathering in your waterline, you can feel them as they brim and it has you clearing your throat softy. you reach out for your cup of water, but you go in too fast and way too quickly, smacking the side of cup so that all its contents spill out, covering your lap.

your sudden stand as william and liz stopping their conversation, worried eyes finding you standing with a soaked pair of pants.

"sorry," you don't even know who are are apologizing to, hurriedly grabbing a napkin and trying to soak up the liquid from your jeans.

a few tears roll down your cheeks and you don't dare look up, still rubbing furiously at your pants. "sorry, i'm just," then as if you can feel them, you look up and meet williams eyes, swimming with what could only be pity for you - being clumsy again and running your chances with kappy. "i'm going to go to the bathroom," you finally mumble, speeding away from the table and through the busy restaurant.

you round the corner of the bathroom hallway, and once you're out of eye sight you break down - not even making it into the actual bathroom before you're crying, covering your face. you feel so embarrassed. why is it, you think, anytime you're progressing with kappy something has to go wrong.

even worse, when he's giving you attention you don't feel anything anymore. what is wrong with you?

quick footsteps have you looking up. william comes to a halt, stopping right in front of you.

you sniff, "sorry, do you need to use the bathroom?" you side step him, moving over so he could push open the door.

but he doesn't move. "no," willy shakes his head, "I came to make sure you were okay."

"oh," you mumble.

"are you? okay?"

you feel a fresh roll of new tears fall down your cheeks and you don't even want to think how much of a mess you look. "no."

"c'mon," william whispers, nodding towards the bathroom door. you follow him wordlessly into the single use bathroom, letting him lock the door behind you both.

the bathroom is rather spacious, but it was a fancy restaurant, so you're not sure what else you would expect. it was painted a warm colour, a long granite counter top with a sink and fancy soaps. a bidet toilet, which if you weren't so miserable would've had you giggling, always finding the idea funny. the bathroom was darker than a normal bathroom, it was actually really relaxing.

"i'll dry your pants." william's words have you snapping out of your thoughts. he's standing by the hand dryer patiently.

you give him a gentle nod. without thinking much of it, you unbutton your jeans, wiggling out of the wet denim until they hit the floor around your ankles. you don't even feel embarrassed as you stand in your zebra print underwear. you had already taken your shoes off before your pants, leaving you to walk bare foot towards willy, your wet jeans in your grip.

he doesn't say anything, eyes burning into yours when he takes the pants.

the hum of hand dryer starts moments after, the quiet ambiance of the bathroom filled with the loud wind. you wipe your face before lifting yourself to sit on the counter top. the cold temperature of the surface has your bare legs shivering, but you don't show it, quietly watching william as he dries your clothes.

5 minutes later the dryer stops. "thankfully they weren't too soaked, would've taken longer to dry." willy says, walking towards you with your very much dry jeans.

"thanks," you say with a sad smile, taking the pants from his hands. "i've ruined your date."

your statement has william frowning, "you did not ruin my date. you could never ruin anything for me."

"but i've embarrassed you - and myself!," you head falls back against the mirror, "my fucking eyebrows are burnt, i spilt water on my crotch so it looked like i pissed myself - and kappy isn't even interested...he was texting lacy," you look down, "and I don't even care about that honestly, i'm just...feeling defeated. I can't believe I was stupid enough to think this would work. I probably look ridiculous."

william's jaw clenched. he steps into your personal space, his jordan's now visible in your sight. it has you looking up gently, meeting his face only mere inches from yours. "you look beautiful."

you gulp. willy's thick thighs bump against your bare knee caps and it has your legs separating more than they had been, welcoming his body between them.

willy's eyes dance over your face before he gently grabs your cheeks, keeping you in place as you tilt up to look at him. "I hate hearing you talk badly about yourself."

all you can muster is a gentle nod, your cheeks rubbing against his palms at the movement. his thumb brushes against your cheek bone and it has you taking a shaky breath, one of your hands reaching up the rest on his chest.

just when you think he may lean in, there's a knock on the door, bursting the two out of your bubble. william jumps back as you slip off the counter, pulling your jeans on.

"you guys okay?" liz's voice is muffled through the door.

you brush past willy, pulling open the door to meet you worried friends expression.

"we are fine. william was just drying my jeans for me. thanks again."

he just nods breathlessly.

"are you sure you're okay?' liz asks you and you push a smile.

"yeah, but I think I want to head home," you clear your throat, running a hand through your hair. "I can give you some money, william, for my portion of the bill."

"no," he says quickly, "don't. it's on kappy and I."

you don't respond. "liz, are you going to come back with me?"

"absolutely," she says. and then you leave the bathroom, bidding goodbye to kappy before you and liz leave, driving silently while you drown in your own head, the events of the night whirling in a pool inside your brain.

20 minutes later you pull up outside liz's apartment.

the blond unbuckled her seatbelt but she doesn't open the door, only turns fully towards you with a sad expression. "i'm sorry about tonight."

you shrug, "nothing to be sorry about."

after a beat of silence, liz sighs, pulling on the handle of the door until it opens. "he's like totally into you, you know that, right?"

"he was literally answering another girl beside me, liz."

she furrows her brows. "what? no, not kappy." liz sighs, "willy."

"what? no. we are just good friends."

she laughs like she doesn't believe you, "seriously? i'm not buying that."

shocked, you huff, "well buy it. if he liked me why on gods green earth would he offer to help me get with his best friend?"

a moment passed, "y/n, he probably just wanted to spend more time with you."

you gulp and don't say anything. you feel like you could cry again.

"it's okay," liz says, "I was never really into him and if i'm being honest, I only agreed to go on this double date so you'd be happy. i'm sorry."

you sniffle, "don't be sorry. it's okay."

she just smiles softly, "okay," a beat passes, "and I think you might like him too."

and then she leaves.

1:58 a.m.

willy 💙

im sorry if i made you uncomfortable. it's the last thing i want to do

y/n

you didn't

y/n

i'm sorry too

willy 💙

what are you sorry for?

y/n

if i made it awkward

y/n

i feel like it got really tense in the bathroom

willy 💙

tense?

y/n

yeah

y/n

i was just really upset and i felt unwanted

y/n

i shouldn't of touched you like that

y/n

and i should've kept my pants on lol

y/n

let's just forget it happened

willy 💙

you want to forget it happened?

y/n

yes

willy 💙

okay.

—

not once had you forgotten about your conversation with liz since the double date. not a minute goes by without being reminded of what happened - or almost happened- in the bathroom with willy.

there was no way william liked you. you had thought over every interaction you two had had, and you can't see a reason why he would think of you of anything more than a friend. and he was a great friend, you loved the swede for it. he cared for you and was patient with you and he was your number one wing man. just like he promised he would that night when he came up with the plan, he has helped you with kapseri kapanen.

kappy had texted you a week and two days after the date, talking about the leafs charity gala and how he wants you to go with him.

you respond enthusiastically, accepting his invitation. even if you weren't ending up with kappy as your date, you're positive you would've been some other leafs date - just like usual. when zach brought it up three days after kappy asked you, you told him about kappy and zach had been happy for you: the plan was working. but you didn't feel happy, you felt sort of empty.

you hadn't texted, spoken to or met with willy since he texted you late after the double date. the conversation ended with a pit laying heavy in your stomach, sleep not coming easy thinking of his response.

you've embarrassed him, you think. you have truly pushed it with all this kappy stuff and you've embarrassed yourself and him. so you don't reach out, and he doesn't either, leaving you feeling nothing short of heartbroken.

the leafs gala raising money for cancer research was only a week away. you panic texted zach and alanna that you had nothing to wear and begged for them to join you and help you pick a dress suitable for the event.

so that next afternoon you and alanna browsed through the colourful racks of some expensive dress shop, the blond pulling out options she deemed suitable and passing them to the sales clerk, who adds them to your growing dressing room.

zach isn't close, currently scrolling his phone as he lounges on one of those boyfriend designated couches. you make sure he isn't in earshot and then you turn towards alanna, "remember last week when liz and I went on a double date with kappy and willy?"

she laughs lightly, "yes i remember."

"well, something happened."

alanna gives you an suspicious glance, passing a ruffled red dress to the clerk, "what?"

you clear your throat, "after i spilt my water on myself, and willy helped me dry them, we umm, I think we almost kissed."

her eyes goes wide, "you and willy?"

you sigh, fingers playing with the silky material of a lilac dress, "yeah and i'm pretty sure i freaked him out and put him in an awkward situation and...i feel like i fucked it all up."

"i'm sorry," she pulls you into her side, "have you talked to him?"

"not since we texted that night. I said we can forget about the whole situation and he just said okay. it just felt tense and i kind of miss him."

"I think maybe you should reach out," alanna says gently, "tell him how you feel." her eyes dart behind you, and her smile flatters. "or you could tell him now." her words are whispered out the side of her mouth.

"what?" you whisper, spinning around. you see william walking into the dress shop, a gentle smile on his face as zach greets him. "how is he here?"

"hey guys!" zach calls out, "I invited willy to help."

"great!" alanna calls back. you and william send each other a tight lipped smile, the two boys making their way over to you and alanna. zach seems to be oblivious to the tension, smiling as they approach.

"need any more help picking out options? willy and I are the best dressers I know."

you grab the purple dress you had been previously fiddling with, "no, actually, i've just chosen my last one."

the sales clerk rushes over and takes it from you.

"okay," zach smiles, "well let's start this fashion show!" he claps his hands.

"zach, maybe - " alanna starts but zach is already walking away, willy following in his steps, hands shoved awkwardly into his puffer coat.

you don't look at willy before entering the dressing room, pulling the curtain closed so even if he wanted to say anything, he wouldn't have the chance. not that you wanted to shun him, you just didn't want to face the embarrassment.

you slip on a green dress, you don't love it but alanna does, vocalizing her feelings as soon as you draw back the curtain. "i do love it but i think courtney is wearing that colour."

you just nod, stepping back into the room to try something different. your next option is the red one, with a big skirt that is way to prom-like for the gala, but you pull back to curtain anyways.

"it's cute!" alanna exclaims, but her face is hesitant.

zach must agree because he winces, "it's a bit...out there."

you spin in the mirror, observing the back.

"I like the colour," she continues, "what do you think?"

you hum, "I feel like i'm going to prom."

zach laughs, throwing his head back. "I wasn't going to say it."

"red isn't your colour," william interrupted.

oh.

all you can muster is quick nod, walking back into your changing room. changing out of the puffy dress quickly before slipping into the silk material of a different one.

when you head back into the main area, you're only met with the bright eyes of william, zach and alanna nowhere in sight.

"where'd they go?" you ask, eyes looking down at your feet as you make your way infront of the mirrors.

william shakes his head slightly, "they went off back into the retail section."

you just hum, observing yourself and the dress. it was absolutely stunning. for only grabbing it as a distraction, it was the most perfect dress you'd ever worn. the light purple shade complemented you skin wonderfully. the silk wrapped up around one shoulder, giving a unique shape - but the dress was still appropriate enough for the event. you knew it was the one.

"you look amazing," williams words are pretty much a whisper. you met his eyes through the mirror and he's looking at you so gently it has your stomach flipping.

"thank you," you say just as gently. you spin around to face him. in a moment of boldness you step of the slightly raised pedestal, walking until you are standing right in front of him. "why did you come?"

"zach asked me to."

you huff, "yeah but why did you agree?"

his brows pull together, "why are you annoyed?"

"i'm just asking, willy. why are you here?"

he stands, "that's a great question, actually. why am i here?" you swallow but don't speak, willy continues, "I don't really know what I did for you to brush me off  this past week but you could of at least talked to me about it."

you scoff, "i'm sorry but i'm not the only one to blame for our lack of communication, william. i'm just trying to make you comfortable! i told you we can forget about it and move on but clearly that's not enough. you're also stopping communication from me."

"you're not even making sense," willy huffs. "I backed off for you!"

"backed off? why on earth would you even need to back off?"

his adam apple bobs in his throat, eyes reaching yours frantically as if to try and analyze what you were feeling. "the reason why we're even in this situation is because of kappy," willy breathes, "that's what this is. an exchange of a stupid promise to help you get kappy."

"a stupid promise? are you seriously saying this to me. it's not just about - "

willy interrupts with a sarcastic chuckle, "and look at you right now. trying on fucking dresses for a gala that he invited you to. so it worked, you got kappy. we can stop this now."

you fight the urge to cry, anger and disappointment bubbling deep in your chest. "I don't want - "

he stops you, "to answer your question, I don't know why i'm here so i'll just leave. i'll see you at the gala."

willy turns on his heels, grabbing his discarded coat from the couch. just before he leaves the area he looks at you again, his tone bitter "you should get the red...it is his favourite colour after all."

and then he leaves you by yourself.

you frown, wiping at your eyes before any tears have a chance to fall.

—

you decide to meet kappy at the scotiabank arena. it gives you time to collect your thoughts before seeing willy again, which you very much needed.

you get ready in silence, emotionless as you curl your hair and apply your makeup. slipping into the silk purple dress and nude heels.

the mid march air is still chilly, prompting you to grab your nicest jacket before leaving your place and making the familiar drive to the leafs arena.

kappy meets you in the sporting garage, complementing you nicely and guiding you with a hand on your lower back as you both made your way into the event. you smiled brightly for photos, laughing with zach and posing with kappy.

the gala is so beautiful. the usual hockey ice covered with a beautiful flooring, the arena decorated appropriately with tables and chairs all around, sponsors, coaches, staff and players all in attendance. for what it was worth, you were having a good time.

"alright," you huff, placing down your vodka cranberry and pushing up off the table, "it's time to dance."

kappy groans, laughing when he throws his head back.

"I wouldn't argue," zach laughs but there's a heavy underlay to his words. it works though, kappy joining you to stand and guiding you into the dance floor around his teammates and coaching staff alike.

a slow taylor swift song was dripping through the speakers, her gentle voice soothing you as kappy grabs your waist, your arms filling suit as the move up towards his shoulders, loosely resting around his neck.

the two of you move slowly, swaying to the music. "i'm surprised that you didn't come with willy."

you try not to scoff. "well, you are the one who asked me."

kappy's eyebrows draw together, "only because he told me that he wasn't going to ask you."

you mimick his confused expression.

kappy continues, "he was the one who told me to reach out and ask you. I like you, y/n and you're a great friend and i mean no offence when I say i probably wouldn't have asked you if he didn't mention anything."

"oh," you hum. his words don't bother you as much as they once would have, "no offence taken. you're a great friend, kappy. i'm sorry anytime we hang out something embarrassing happens."

he laughs at that, "I don't mind. after all willy was always there to save the day - nothing embarrassing about that."

all you can do is nod. in that moment you think of what kappy just said, and you realize even if you and willy hadn't fought and the kappy plan was still in motion - it wouldn't go anywhere. kappy saw you as a friend, and for the first time in awhile that didn't stab a dagger through your heart. if anything, you felt relived. you think kappy and you are better off as friends and that has you laughing.

"what's so funny?" the finnish native inquires.

"nothing really," you mumble, "just - "

you stop yourself, stomach falling to the floor. you watch as willy dances with a girl, both laughing and swaying to the music only mere feet from you.

"ah shit," kappy mumbles.

you won't let yourself get upset, you think. so you look away harshly, back into kappy's eyes. he can tell your smile is forced, but he doesn't mention anything - your eyes say enough. "i'm fine."

it's not long after you initially spot him, you find william again. your eyes meet across the dance floor and almost simultaneously both of your smiles drop. but before he can blink, you're looking away. willy is only left watching your purple dress move aorund your ankles.

a few hours later you exit the bathroom, eyes downcast as you fiddle with your bengals covering your wrist. you come to a stop as you brush somebodies chest, dragging your eyes up until you're looking into a familiar shade of blue.

"sorry," you mumble, side stepping his path.

william grabs your arm, stopping you from walking away. "you're wearing purple."

you don't let your emotions come through, only shrugging. "it was the best dress." you look at him harshly, "you asked kappy to take me tonight?"

william just sighs at your question, shoulders deflating.

"not only that, but you had to lie in order for him to ask me. why didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't want to upset you."

"out of everything you've said to me in the past two weeks, that would've been the nicest possible thing."

he sighs sadly again. "I didn't want it to hurt you," willy's voice is strained, hands held out in your direction like he was approaching a scared kitten.

"then maybe you should've asked me instead."

he looks taken back but you can't even find it in yourself to be embarrassed at your confession. you were done hiding these emotions and feeling embarrassed for being yourself.

"y/n...I need to - "

"william?" a feminine voice calls down the hallway, heels clicking as the same woman he was dancing with approaches you both, a sweet smile on her face. "sorry to interrupt." she says.

you laugh, "no it's okay, he's all yours."

you push past, shoulder bumping into his as you leave, walking away from william with your heart breaking along the way.

—

march 17th 10:43 a.m.

willy 💙

i'm sorry. i fucked up

and i hate fighting with you

willy 💙

you don't have to respond

but i needed to apologize

—

april 17th

you meet up with zach and tell him about you're feelings for william. you start with the family skate and vent about the bathroom, the fight at the dress store and the conversation at the gala. zach holds you while you cry.

playoffs are cut short once again for the leafs and it puts an ever bigger damper on willy's mood. everyday he wakes up and see if you've responded to his texts, only to be met with read.

—

may 17th

you go out with the team for drinks. now that the seasons over, they can let loose a bit more than they typically would. you dance with steph all night, avoiding willy at all costs.

you get so drunk that zach has to take you home early.

willy can't keep his eyes off you, even when he's pulled into a conversation, he always ends up watching you. he regrets not going up to you.

willy goes home alone.

—

june 17th

you still haven't responded to williams messages and you haven't seen him in person for longer than a fleeting second. you think about him every day.

willy thinks about reaching out again, but he doesn't want to push. he also thinks about watching tinkerbell, but he decides against it. he thinks about you every day.

—

july 17th

you go on a date with a new guy from work. the whole time you think of blonde hair and blue eyes. you don't see him again.

kappy tries to set willy up with one of his friends, but he declines.

—

august 17th

you almost reach out to willy - you are tired of pretending you're over him.

willy visits the cafe where the two of you first discussed your plans, ordering the same cheesy croissant sandwich. he almost sends you a picture of the food. he misses you.

kapseri kapanen gets traded to the pittsburg penguins.

—

august 20th

3:13a.m.

y/n

in swijdiu

y/n

sorreyu

y/n

sorry

y/n

i'm a litytle drunbk

y/n

i miass youu do musch willy

y/n

si shouydve repsonde when u txted me in apriul

y/n

i wabnt u

y/n

my swo sorry

the next morning you wake up with a pounding head, vision blurry when you try and look around. miracles must exist, you think, because even in your drunk state you had taken off your makeup and changed out of your bar clothes.

you groan, pulling back your covers so you can stumble to the bathroom. you pop some ibuprofen and turn on the shower, the steam warming the room and soothing your aches and pains.

you don't remember a thing from the night before, your drunk escapades with steph and sydney falling short, your memories blurry. all you can be happy about is that you actually made it home in one piece.

the shower has made you feel 100 times better, enabling you to successfully dress yourself and make something to eat without wanting to crawl back into bed and just rot away.

mid way through dishes a knock sounds at your door. you hadn't even checked your phone all morning, expecting it to be one of the girls to be stopping by. you stop cleaning, pulling open your front door.

willy stands there, eyes wide as he takes you in. "I texted you."

you gasp slightly, eyes blown wide as you take him in. your face falls, thinking about his texts back from april that you left on read. "i know."

he sighs gently, running a hand through his messy hair. "you never answered." he looks at you sadly.

"i know..." you sigh. you think about the last time you and him talked, the way you walked away from him and that girl at the gala.  "who was that girl at the gala." you're knawing at your lip as you await his answer.

"some random girl auston knows...I haven't even talked to her since then." you don't say anything so he speaks again, "I messaged you this morning."

you frown at his confession, "why?"

"you texted me first." he says quickly.

flashes of your night pass by then. you vaguely remember crying about the swede to your two friends, crying even harder as you texted on your phone.

your face pales. "I was really drunk. I don't know what I said but i'm sorry - "

he takes a step forward, entering your apartment and shutting the door behind him. you let him in your space wordlessly, neck tilted back so you can look up at him.

willy takes a deep breath, "I fucked up, y/n. I shouldn't have been so mean to you and there's no excuse for the way I acted. I regret the conversation we had at the dress shop and the one at the gala - i haven't stopped thinking about them in months."

"no, willy, I shouldn't of been so cold towards you. I should've talked to you -"

"don't even apologize. it was my fault, I..," he pauses, taking a deep breath, "I was angry because I didn't want to forget about what happened in the bathroom. I wasn't even angry you - i was angry with myself for not telling you how I was feeling."

"what are you saying?" your whisper holds a little hope, arms dropping limp at your sides as you take in the man before you.

"i love you," william breaths a laugh, "i love that you never text in paragraphs and separate sentences that dont need to be. i love that you're scared of vomit, and i love it when you get hangry and i love it even more when you take enormous bites and get food all over yourself.

I love how beautiful you are, how smart you are, how brave you are and how confident you are. I love how much you care about me and even when it was about kappy you were always thinking of me, finding comfort in me, listening to me."

"willy..." you words hold disbelief.

"i'm not done," he says gently, "nothing about you ever needed to change - especially for some guy who honestly, didn't give you the time of day you deserve. I love you for you! you're clingy and like the tinkerbell movie and wear animal print underwear. I love everything that makes you you, and anytime you would change yourself for kappy I wanted to tell you all this - but I didn't because I wanted to make you happy. and he made you happy...so i budded out."

your eyes fill with tears. mouth opening and closing like a fish while you take in his confession.

"i've been in love with you this whole time, y/n, I would do anything for you. so that's why I helped you with kappy, not because I wanted you to be with him but because I wanted to see you happy."

his final confession as you melting because the guy you fell in love with - the guy you pushed yourself away from in fear of not being loved back - has been in love with you since before you even knew it.

"do you mean it?"

he laughs awkwardly, moving towards you until he can touch you. william holds your face, looking down at you the way he always does. "I do."

"promise me."

he shakes his head in amused disbelief, "I promise." his thumbs wipe away at your tears, gently stroking your skin.

you push up on your toes, hands sliding up williams chest until they reach his neck, interlocking fingers behind his head for leverage as you bring your lips to his.

kissing william was nothing short of perfect. his lips were gentle with you, slotting between yours like a perfect puzzle. you two mold together like you've done it before: the kiss came easy. you moan into his mouth when he sucks on your bottom lip.

you drop back to the heels of your feet, willy's lips chasing yours as you move.

you're smiling when you pull away, both of you breathing deeply as you regain composure. william laughs gently, his breath tickling your nose and it has you smiling wider.

"I love you so much," you finally say. although willy wasn't expecting a confession back, he was relived to hear one from you, shoulders deflating with a happy sigh. "willy, I stopped liking kappy after the bar. I just didn't realize it until it was too late. I'm sorry for not talking to you about how I was feeling.

i'm even more sorry for putting you through plans that involved me trying to get with your best friend. i'm also sorry for not kissing you in the bathroom because...I really wanted to."

he just laughs, shaking his forehead against yours, "it's okay - you're kissing me now."

you smirk, "yeah," you push back up and nudge your nose against his perfectly sloped one, "and i'm going to do it again."

—

February 2021

william chuckles awkwardly, a blush creeping up his muscled chest. "well, actually...we're sort of dating."

willy expects kappy to be shocked, maybe react loudly and laugh in disbelief but he doesn't. his friend just smirks at him across the table, brows raised as if urging willy to continue.

"no. not sort of, actually. i'm in love with her and she's in love with me and we've been dating since august."

"so you finally grew a pair and asked her out?" kappy teases.

william just laughs, "well, she kind of asked me. I just word vomited a love confession at her and she took control and...well, now we are here."

"I knew you liked her." kappy says after a moment of silence, the same teasing smirk still on his face.

"how?"

"that picture of her with the busted up nose has been your home screen since you took it."

damn, willy thinks, kappy has him there.

the conversation continues between them, sharing laughs and catching up over their dinner until they need to part ways. they would see each other tomorrow when the penguins hit the ice to play the leafs, so their goodbye isn't all too bad.

willy arrives home just after 9, stomach full with a smile on his face. his two dogs rush to his aid, jumping up against his legs in search of affection and kisses from their dad.

"hey," the sound of your voice as willy looking up just as your round the corner, clad in sweats and your glasses. "how was dinner?"

he pulls you into his side, "was good," his words are mumbled against your lips, willy bringing you into a toe - curling kiss that had your stomach doing flips.

"i missed you when you were gone," you giggle.

he raises a brow at you, dogs now sitting peacefully at both your feet. "you promise?"

you throw you head back with a laugh at his question, the position giving willy free access to attack your neck in kisses. "I promise."

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[onlyawhim]

Treat you Better - Auston Matthews x Reader

Auston sees how Kasp treats you & thinks (and eventually proves ;)) that he can treat you better.

Totally made Kasperi a douche in this - sorry Kasp fans. Also, obvi set when they were both on the Leafs!

Two months, you've been keeping track - but of course would never tell Kasperi (you can imagine it now: "Why do I care how long we've been talking? It's not like we're dating, Y/N"). Two months of being a second choice. No chance of commitment anywhere in sight. But you stay, because Kas is charming and good-looking. You convince yourself maybe he'll change, maybe he just isn't ready for commitment right now. Of course he's not just messing with you - he wouldn't do that.

He invited you to his game. You thought maybe this was a sign that he truly cared for you. Would he invite you to watch him if he didn't actually like you? Or did he just want one more Kapanen fan in the building? You push that second thought out of your head as quick as it comes.

Well, obviously he would just invite people to invite people, because here you sit watching him chat up two blonde girls who are very giddy to be graced by Kasperi Kapanen's presence.

The game was nerve-racking, ending with a 5-4 Leaf's win. You were excited to wait outside of the Leaf's locker room. You felt like a true NHL girlfriend. Well, you did, until Kas passed you with a nod (what am I, some fan waiting for a high-five?!) and headed straight for the two pretty girls also standing outside the lockeroom, clearly waiting for any NHL player to pay attention to them - hell, maybe even a gear manager if they were wearing a Leaf's shirt.

So, here you sit, waiting for Kasperi to decide that the girl he invited to watch him play - the one who dutifully cheered for every good play of his and only secretly cheered for one of the other good-looking men in blue - was worth his attention after all. You had even denied a ride home from your friends because "I'll just ride home with Kas". How stupid you felt now...

Kasperi is always a good time when you hang out. He's funny and charming. But this is your first time being in public with him - or, rather, in public watching him act like you're not with him.

You're growing angrier and angrier as Kas makes these girls giggle. Luckily, a good-looking distraction with wet hair steps out of the lockeroom. He looks set on leaving the building ASAP, until he locks eyes with you.

"Hey," he says with a smile, approaching you. You scan his face and sense that he's wondering who you are - why you're waiting. Which player you belong to, you think sourly.

"Hi" you smile politely. There's a pause, so you introduce yourself. "I'm Y/N".

"Y/N," he repeats, "I'm Auston." He sticks his hand out for a shake.

"I know" you giggle, shaking his hand. A dagger of a thought (so Kasperi hasn't mentioned you... ouch) flashes in your mind, but you try to ignore it for now.

"What ya doin out here?" he asks, nodding to the emptying hallway.

"Oh.. Kasperi invited me" you say, moving your gaze over to him. A third girl has joined his audience.

Auston looks over and sees the same thing you do. He nods slowly and moves his attention back to you.

"Gotcha... he doesn't know how to treat a guest does he?" he laughs awkwardly.

"No, it looks like he's pretty good at it" you say, smiling pityingly, nodding towards his group of female fans.

After watching for a second, Auston yells, "Kasp!" he pauses as Kasperi snaps his head in your guys' direction. "You done?"

You're a bit embarrassed, but grateful that you didn't have to be the one to break him from his conversation. Kasperi's eyes switch between you and Auston. Without saying anything, he walks towards the two of you, like a kid in trouble.

"Now I am" he says to Auston, before putting an arm around your shoulders and heading towards the door.

You look back and send Auston a smile. He smiles back with a small wave.

"You played good", you say to Kas, hoping to pretend whatever just happened for the last 20 minutes didn't actually happen.

"Yeah, thanks. Thanks for coming", he says as you both walk towards his car.

The car ride is awkward. Or, maybe, you imagine it as awkward. Kas seems just fine.

He takes you back to his place, as he always does. You sit on his couch, as you always do. The two of you haven't gotten any more intimate than a few kisses - you were adamant that you wanted to wait. He was similarly adamant that he didn't want to. Either way, you both sit on the couch, watching some movie that he picked. He didn't try anything more than an arm around your shoulders for the whole night. Instead, actually, you felt like he was just waiting for you to leave. Does he have other plans for the night?

"Do you want me to come to your next game?" you ask.

"Yeah, sure, if you want to come." he says, not taking his eyes from the TV.

God, this night was painful. But, you told yourself, maybe it would get better.

--

This game-day will definitely end better. The last game fiasco is behind you. You even asked to wear his jersey - and he let you! That has to mean something.

Here you wait, again, outside of the lockeroom. They lost this time - 2-5. Despite the score, you are proud to be sporting "Kapanen" on your back.

Auston steps out of the lockeroom before Kasperi. He locks eyes with you, once again, and smiles.

"Hey, Y/N" he says, approaching you.

"Hi. You played good tonight", you say, returning his smile.

"Not good enough, though", he laughs lightly, pitifully.

Before you can respond, Kas walks out of the lockeroom. This time, he walks straight to you - not past you. Progress!

Auston moves aside so Kasp can join the conversation - and though you would never say it, you preferred the one-on-one with Auston.

"See ya got her to wear your jersey", Auston says to Kasperi with a smile.

"She asked," he says, putting an arm around you. "Dirtied it up just for us to lose". Your smile drops (did he not want me to wear it??). This doesn't go over Auston's head, though it definitely misses Kasperi.

"You can dirty up my jerseys anytime, Y/N", Auston says lightly, giving you a smile. Kasperi laughs and leads you out the door. Again, you shoot a smile to Auston as you leave. How is it that Auston's on your side more often than Kasperi is?

--

Third home game. You've decided this is his last chance. His games are the only times you go out in public together - otherwise, you're just hanging out at his house. He is always so fun to be around in private. But once he gets in public, it feels like his facade drops. So, third try. Third home game.

They win this time, 4-1. You had washed and returned Kasp's jersey after his comment last time. Standing outside the locker room, you wait. Kasperi comes out before Auston this time (am I waiting for Auston? Why was I disappointed when it was Kasp and not Auston?).

"The guys are going for drinks, I'm gonna go with 'em" he says casually.

You don't know what to say, so you just look at him for a second to see if he's serious. Where were you supposed to go? He should have said something earlier so you wouldn't have waited out here for him. Before you can put any of these thoughts into words, Auston steps out of the lockeroom. He catches Kasp's next words.

"I can call you an uber if you don't have a ride or something." Was this his attempt at kindness?

"Kasp.." you say, exasperatingly.

Auston interjects. "I can drive you home." he says looking between you and Kasperi.

"You don't have to do that, man", Kasperi speaks for you. This leaves you even more shocked.

Auston ignores him, eyes still on you.

"I'd really appreciate that", you say, looking back at him.

"See, Kasp, it's taken care of. Have fun, man", Auston says, slightly stepping between you and Kasperi.

"Alright", Kasperi says, clearly not interested enough to say anything more. "See you guys", he says before turning around and heading for the door.

"Thank you, Auston. I really appreciate it", you say, nervously, embarrassed that you even came here with Kasperi.

"I don't mind. I'm not putting you in an uber", he laughs.

You laugh with him at the absurdity.

You both head for the door. Walking next to him, you can really appreciate how large he is. You blush at the whole situation.

He points at a Porche sitting in the parking garage, shining in all of its' luxury, "That's me", he says, unlocking it.

"Fancy", you giggle as he opens the passenger door for you.

He laughs and shuts your door, tossing his gear in the backseat before getting in on his own side.

The car ride is filled with comfortable silence, the radio playing quietly, only interrupted by your directions.

"Really, thank you for taking me home, Auston", you say, glancing at him.

He looks at you for a second before returning his eyes to the road. "I really don't mind. It's nice to see you somewhere outside of a dark hallway, anyways", he says.

"Yeah, you won't see me there again", you say, still embarrassed by Kasperi. So much for a third chance.

"Or, y'know, next time you'll be wearing a 34", he says. You laugh.

"Wouldn't wanna dirty up one of your jerseys" you giggle, referring to Kasperi's odd comment.

"God, he's a douche, isn't he. I'm sorry", Auston says.

"Just glad I had my knight in shining armor there to save me," you joke.

"That's what I'm here for", he laughs.

He pulls up to your building. "Want me to walk you up?" he asks.

"It's okay," you answer, "I have mace" you joke.

At this, he scoffs jokingly and turns the car off before getting out. You do the same, walking to your building with Auston behind you. You climb the stairs and stop in front of your door.

"Thank you, Auston". You say, locking eyes with him.

"Of course, Y/N." he smiles.

"Can I get your number, just to make sure you make it home safe?" you say.

He pulls out his phone and adds your number, giving you his.

"Have a good night, Y/N".

"You too," you smile, unlocking the door. He heads back down to his car.

A much better ending to game night.

--

The next morning you wake to the doorbell ringing. In your shock at the unannounced guest, you climb out of bed and check out the peephole. Through it, you see a delivery driver setting down a large bag.

You wait for him to walk away before you open the door to check out this mysterious delivery. Setting it on the counter, you open it carefully.

In it is a container holding a huge breakfast - pancakes, bacon, and fruit. Under the container, a Maple Leafs jersey - number 34. Matthews written on the back. You smile big at this.

You grab your phone to send him a text.

"Auston!!" you say, sending a picture of the gift.

"For the next game ;)", he writes.

[ilyasorokinn]

this is so cheesy but can you do Kasperi Kapanen with number 9 from the general dialogue prompts (“Are they dead?”) about like… killing bugs for you lol

BUGS

9. "are they dead" (from this prompt list)

tw: killing of a bug

you had a deathly fear of spiders to the point where if you saw a spider, your entire day was put on hold until it was caught and killed. kasperi knew this since he was the person who was catching them.

he left early in the morning to get some errands done, and was getting ready to start grocery shopping when he got frantic texts from you.

y/n, the bae ❤️‍🔥💚💛❤️💚💙🖤 kas kasperi this is not the time to not reads your texts KASPERI!

kas, the man 🧍‍♂️ what? what is it?

y/n, the bae ❤️‍🔥💚💛❤️💚💙🖤 come home please quick run if it's quicker

kas, the man 🧍‍♂️ what happened?!

y/n, the bae ❤️‍🔥💚💛❤️💚💙🖤 hurry!

kas, the man 🧍‍♂️ all right, i'm on my way

kasperi rushed home, breaking a few speeding laws on the way. he opted for the stairs as opposed to the elevator, "what? what is it? what happened?" he burst through the front door.

"in here!" you shouted from the bathroom.

he sprinted down the hallway and found you standing on the sink of the bathroom, "what's going on?"

"there's a spider in the bathtub," you told him.

he deflated, catching his breath from the hike he had taken to get to your apartment, "are you kidding? i broke the speed limit, ran up the stairs and you mean to tell me that i did all of that because there's a tiny spider in the shower?"

"yes!" you exclaimed.

"i didn't even get to grocery shop."

"i'll do it for you, just get rid of it!" you shouted.

"all right, i'll do it. go outside." you hopped off the sink and waited in the hallway for him to "get rid of it".

after a few moments, you heard a loud bang and the door opened, "are they dead?”

“yes, the spider is gone. is that all, your highness?" he joked.

"no, that'll be all."

taylor's night of neglect!

[literaryslapshot]

All I Want - Kasperi Kapanen

Kasperi is horrible at christmas shopping, seriously, the worst.

contains: fluff, cuss words, kasperi kicking himself

word count: 1,229

12 fics of Christmas

psa; i had actually no real idea what i was doing with this fic. i just wanted to get this one over with so i could move on to the last two fics lmao. so, i am sorry that this sucks

tagging: @thecoldwind @puckbunnyforsway @drei-mrssvechii

Kasperi was stuck. He had no clue what to get Y/N for Christmas. In a way he felt bad, he had given you a whole list of things he desired for christmas. Some extravagant, like a seven hundred dollar french press, some strange, like an ice ball maker, and some small, like a new beanie. Some things on his list you had never even heard of, like, a toaster fryer.

But honestly, he had no idea what to get Y/N, as bad as it sounds. Every store he went to, he found nothing. Every website he looked at, nothing. Every boutique, corner store, instagram page- there was nothing that he knew you would love. Maybe he didn’t know her as well as he thought he did. He was second guessing himself, all because of a gift that he didn’t even have yet. So yeah, Kasperi was stuck.

He even tried to sneak on her phone and look at one of her pinterest boards to see if he would find anything there. But he didn’t know the password to the phone, and was a little sad when he tried the code and it wasn’t your anniversary date. He also tried to get on her laptop, but again, he didn’t know the password and was sad when the password wasn’t his name.

He spent his days and nights thinking about what to get Y/N. He watched her extra carefully over the next few days, paying closer attention to the shows she watches, the songs that she has on her playlists, and the things she looks at and touches when they went to the mall together. Kasperi felt stupid- how does a boyfriend not know what to get his girlfriend for Christmas? What kind of partner is that?

He was now counting down the days until December twenty fifth. Counting how many days he had left and how many hours he had until christmas morning when he was to watch her open his gift. That was, if he could find one by then.

When he walked into the living room on December nineteenth, fresh from a full night’s sleep, he saw that there were at least ten gifts wrapped. Wrapped with bows, pretty wrapping paper, and glittery name tags on top. He glanced over and every single gift but one, was for him. He felt so bad, terrible, awful, like the worst person ever. He had gifts wrapped and ready to go, but there was yet nothing under the tree for Y/N.

He knew he had to find something. Anything would do at this point. It was getting to the point where it would be too late for Amazon prime delivery to work. So he waits, waits for you to leave for the day so that he could gather up his things and head to the mall- once again for what seems like the tenth time that week.

He walks up and down the mall, going and searching through every store that sells womens clothes and jewelry. He has her clothes sizes in his notes on his phone so he knows what to get, but nothing jumps out at him. Everything seems so bland, so…lame. He had now been in the mall for close to three hours- he had gone through nearly every store and came up empty handed in each one. He walked through and headed towards the parking garage. On his way there, he walked past victoria's secret and thought about getting lingerie…but decided against it. He didn’t want to be that boyfriend.

He got in his car and rested his head on the steering wheel. He felt horrible, like a sack of shit that had been kicked across the road. Kasperi was cursing himself the entire way home, asking himself why he was like this. He was horrible when it came to giving gifts, he always had been. There was one year where he didn’t get his sisters or mother anything for Christmas- partially because they didn’t ask him to, knowing this curse he had been born with, that was Christmas shopping.

When he pulls into the driveway of his home he notices that Y/N is back, and he dreads going inside. She’s probably got three more gifts wrapped, he thinks to himself. Turning the car off and walking in the door, she immediately shouts to him, “Kas, close your eyes! I’m not done yet!” indicating that his thoughts were right, she’s got a couple more gifts to wrap for him.

He turns around and faces the door, waiting to be told when he was able to turn back around. When he did, he felt his heart sink to the floor. He saw at least eight more boxes, and one of them was a pretty big one. That must be the french press.

“Okay, some of these are for your family but the rest is for you,” he didn’t smile like she thought he would. He didn’t laugh and kiss her on the cheek like he always did, instead he pursed his lips and walked towards the kitchen with his head hung low. Y/N followed him, asking if he was okay but she didn’t get a response. She was met with silence and sad brown eyes. “What’s wrong?”

He didn’t respond, instead he started to make a sandwich that he really wasn’t hungry for. Kasperi sighed, how could he admit the truth? How could he tell his girlfriend that he had yet to get her something for Christmas, when she already had his entire amazon wish list bought for him?

“I didn’t get you anything for Christmas,” he mumbled, looking down at the kitchen counter as he stood against it. He felt so guilty, defeated and gutted. “And i feel horrible about it, ‘cause you got me all this stuff and couldn’t come up with anything,” when he looked up at Y/N, he was shocked to see that she wasn’t sad. She wasn’t holding back tears and she wasn’t holding her fists in anger.

“Well, that’s okay. I have all I want, anyway.” Y/N responded, stepping closer towards him and hopping up onto the kitchen island. He didn’t want to step closer to her, though. In a way he didn’t even feel worthy enough to be in her presence.

“But it’s not okay, Y/N. I shopped for weeks and I didn't find something that you would like- or at least thought you would like. What kind of boyfriend am i? Can’t even get his own girl something for Christmas,” Kasperi pouted, hanging his head low and on the verge of tears. Y/N saw how horrible he felt and how deflated he was.

“Kas, I promise you, I'm okay. Christmas isn’t even about presents, anyway. I’m more than happy to be able to spend the holiday with you and your family.” Kasperi sighed. He truthfully didn’t know how she couldn’t be sad about it. Everyone deserves gifts on Christmas, least of all Y/N.

“I’ll tell you what,” she could tell that he was still sad about it, so she decided to make an ultimatum, “after Christmas, if it makes you feel better, you can take me shopping and you can buy me a gift or two then. Would that make you feel better?”

He nodded his head in response. She opened his arms and he stepped into them, wrapping his arms around her like she did to him. He rested his head against her shoulder, closing his eyes and slowly swayed back and forth with her. “How did I get so lucky with you?”

.・。♡.・゜✭・.・✫・゜✭・。. ♡・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜♡・。.✫

- thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed, feedback and comments are always appreciated! happy new year!

xo, j

[idontgiveaflyinggrayson69]

Since The Marlies

Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Requested: Yes – Anonymous X2

Fandom: NHL  

Relationship: Platonic; Kasperi Kapanen x Reader x William Nylander

Summary: You’ve been best friends with Kas and Will since they were on the Marlies.

Word Count: 750

Warnings: None.

“Going out tonight?” Mitch asked Willy after the 4-3 OT win over the Caps. The guys usually went out after a win (or a brutal loss) and Willy was usually the life of the party, but he had other plans for the night.

He shook his head. “Sorry man, can’t. Kas and I are hanging with (Y/N) tonight, we’re going to get her smashed.”

You had been friends with Will and Kas since they were on the Marlies and the three of you had only gotten closer over the years. Really, the three of you were inseparable and Will and Kas often blew the team off after games to go chill or party with you. You told them time and time again that they should be with their team and not you, but neither of them knew how to listen.

(You learned that the hard way… There had been way too many times that you had to go rescue one or both of them because they didn’t take the “it’s a bad idea” threat seriously and ended up in a sticky situation…)

But you loved them regardless.

Mitch stopped pulling the tape off his socks. “Are you serious?”

Willy shrugged and looked over to Kas who shrugged back. “Yeah?”

“It was your OT goal that won the game, and you won’t even come party with us?” Mitch continued.

Willy laughed. “I would love to, you know I love to party, but I’m not bailing on (Y/N). I’d die before I did that.” He said with a smile.

It was far from the first time Will and Kappy had bailed on the guys after a game. Between practices and games and road trips, they didn’t get to spend that much time with you and they were going to spend as much time with you as they could, you were their best friend.

--

“Who’s winning?” You asked the boys when you walked into Willy’s place and found them in a game of Chel.

“Me.” Said Willy at the same time Kas said “not me.”

You kicked your shoes off and dropped your bag by the door before walking behind the couch and hopping over the back to sit between the two of them so you wouldn’t block the screen. “Why am I not surprised?”

“I’ll beat him eventually.” Kas grumbled.

Will snorted. “Yeah, right.”

You reached your hand out to Kas, looking for the controller. You had played Chel a lot since becoming friends with them years ago and you liked to think that you actually got pretty good. Kas grumbled more and handed the controlled over to you.

“That’s cheating!” Will complained.

“You’re playing me with a three goal lead, that’s cheating.” You pointed back, making Will shut his mouth.

You still won the game.

--

“What team are you cheering for, Finland or Sweden?” Will asked you, referring to the upcoming world juniors.

You snorted and rolled your eyes. “Canada.”

It was Will and Kappy’s turn to roll their eyes. “Okay, I mean, that’s dumb but whatever. Who are you cheering for between Finland and Sweden?”

“And there’s only one right answer.” Kas butted in, leaning across the table, pushing Will back.

You laughed at your idiot friends and shook your head. “I’m not cheering for either of them and it doesn’t matter because Canada will win.”

“But—” Both of them tried.

“No ‘buts’, Canada is the best and Canada will win.” You said, sipping your drink.

--

“So does Willy always win at Chel?” You heard Mitch ask Kappy while you were in the kitchen. You were over at Kas’ when the other boys showed up. You were going to leave, but Kas and Will gave you puppy dog eyes and you could never say no to them.

“Not always,” you said walking into the living room and sitting next to Kas. “Sometimes I beat Willy.”

Dermy snickered. “She beats you at Chel?”

Will shrugged from his sport in the arm chair. “She’s really good, why is that a problem?”

Travis stopped laughing at Willy’s tone. Will and Kas were always super protective of you. They knew what the world was like, what some of the hockey players were like, and you were a beautiful young lady, they didn’t want anyone taking advantage of you or making fun of you.

“What? No? Of course not, I just thought it was funny that… Never mind…” Travis trailed off.

“Mhm.” Kas hummed and threw his arm over your shoulder.

[pucksalotguys]

The Nanny and The Captain-Ch.7

CH.6 link-https://pucksalotguys.tumblr.com/post/666916084388151296/the-nanny-and-the-captain-ch6

WC: 3.5K

Seeing Sidney out with someone else hurt in so many ways even with things not being clear between you two. Despite Sidney having his reasons he knows he majorly messed up and has to fix things. Things also don’t get much better when you find yourself having a little too much fun at the club with Kappy and the rest of the group and it culminates at the end of the night

CW: alcohol usage, slightly NSFW

*thank you so much for the love on previous chapters, it’s much appreciated*

The music was blaring as you walked in the club, you showed your I.D and got a wristband put on as you followed Kappy’s lead. You smiled wide when you saw your friends and went to them as they pulled you into a hug, it had been months since you had seen them last due to all your schedules being way too intense. 

“Kappy” you grinned and brought him over “These are my friends, guys this is Kappy” He smiled as he individually greeted them all with a one-armed hug and gave Robbie a handshake “Glad you all made it, my friends are pulling up right now too so we can get this started”

“I say shots” you spoke up prompting your friends to give shocked looks

“The last time you took a shot let alone more than one you ended up on top of a table dancing to Cyclone and then singing Piano man with frat boys” Ora piped in 

“One” you held up a finger as you watched the guys come in “It’s my one night to have fun and let loose after some chaotic few months, I deserve this”

“There’s my favorite sitter” John Marino clasped your shoulder “Jeez if you weren’t on a date with Kap, I’d be asking for your number”

You chuckled “well thanks John, but be a babe and go tell Kap to get me another one”

Finding your friends you sat down at a booth and put your bag down as they all looked suspicious “speak now or forever hold your peace”

“You look amazing, Kappy seems really sweet and so do his friends but you look like something’s bothering you” your friend Sara explained “We all noticed”

“It’s nothing” you sighed “nothing at all”

“So none of this has to do with Crosby ?” Robbie added 

You widened your eyes turning your head to your best friend  “Sara told you ??”

“I overheard” he rolled his eyes “Relax, you two talk on the phone all the time before bed. I don’t judge at all, but I will say….I was a little penguin and have a picture with him when I was 9” With that you busted out laughing and shook your head, this was exactly what you needed, a night out with your friends who knew you best. The night went on as you took a sip out of your drink and talked with some of the guys, most were just a bit older other than Pierre who you managed to click well with “I like you” you grinned at him “You’re a good listener, I’m pretty sure Jen is stalking your instagram page as we speak to make sure you’re single”

“Tell her I am” he chuckled “If that means I get to hang out with all of you, even better. You guys are a fun group, I can see why Kappy likes you so much” You give a soft smile at his words “Well I like him too but then again this is our first outing, we’re just friends and nothing more” You chat with him a little more before making your way around to the dance floor as you looked around, there was nothing like seeing tall athletes try their best to dance to early 2000’s R&B. The once negative thoughts in your head left slowly as you truly began to enjoy yourself and let loose, maybe just a bit too much **********

Sidney POV The look on your face was too much for him as he took his date back to her home, how else was he supposed to tell you it was just to make sure you were all good. He’d look like an idiot, but right now he’d much rather look like an idiot than some jerk who took out another girl while promising you a date. As soon as he dropped her off he pulled out his phone and called the one person he knew would understand him “G, yeah it’s me Sid...is it okay if I go over ?” “Come on over” Geno answered “I wait for you” Sidney hung up and drove quickly to his house, getting out of the car as soon as his engine turned off “I fucked up G, I fucked up bad and I don’t know how I’m gonna fix this man” “With Y/N ?” he asked “How ?”

“I took another girl out on a date to the same restaurant she was at with Kappy, I did it only to make sure she was okay but the look on her face. She looked so disappointed, so sad and it’s all because I couldn’t be honest and just tell her how I felt” “Sid, Sid” Geno shook his head as they walked to his living room “No good, why you not be honest with her ?” “I didn’t want her to think I was being controlling, I mean I can’t tell her what she can and can’t do, I’m no one to do that to her” he sighed taking a seat on a stool “You should’ve seen her face man, it’s like I pulled the rug from underneath her”.

There weren’t enough words to describe how badly he had fucked up, more than anything he wanted you to know that date meant nothing to him. He sipped his Perrier with lemon as he looked up at Geno who was preoccupied on his phone 

“Whatcha looking at G ?” “Oh” Geno said softly “I don’t think Y/N is upset Sid, she having fun”, he walked over and showed him the phone Sidney cheeks turned crimson as he watched the instagram stories of you dancing with your friends and his team mates, he immediately pulled out his phone “What are you doing ?” Geno asked confused

“I texted her like 10 times and she never responded once, she hasn’t even read them. She doesn’t seem like the girl who likes to drink a lot, hell when we went to dinner she didn’t have a sip of alcohol G” “She safe” he assured him “The guys wouldn’t ever let anything hurt her, and she have her friends, she’s okay Sid” “We should go” Sidney spoke up “We should go and just make sure all is well, especially the guys. It’s a Sunday and we have morning skate. They can’t miss morning skate you know that, Sullivan would be pissed”

“Kris won’t like” Geno finally says “You my best friend, you know that Sidney but Kris already suspects things. Lots of them, he ask me last night if I saw you and Y/N together at the little penguins event. I lie and say no, you serious about her or this just….this just fun for you ?” “How could you even ask me that G ?” Sidney stood up, fed up with his own feelings 

“You know I never date, you know the few times I did I was absolutely in the relationship 100%. I got dumped because my job on the ice always came before everything and maybe now I’m ready to not have my life be that way. Did I expect to have feelings for Y/N ? No man, I didn’t. I told you about our first encounter, how I looked for her and went to that bar every week hoping to catch her again. I like her, I like her a lot and I know she likes me. Kris just won’t understand if I come clean, he’ll fire her and I don’t want that. I don’t want him to be mad at me either but I just can’t come clean G, I can’t. What I can say is that I like and care about Y/N a lot, in the few months I’ve known her it’s like my life got that lightness it so desperately needed”

He surprised with himself as he finished his speech and looked at Geno “I just like her okay” Geno rolled his eyes and chuckled “We go club and see she okay then we come back and relax ?, I drive”

“Perfect” he grinned and followed him in the car, as he drove he went on his own instagram page and looked through your followers. He noticed a story from Zach’s page and clicked to it, much to his horror he exited almost immediately not wanting to continue the clip of the craziness going on Getting in the night club was a shock to him, to say things were chaotic was an understatement, things were batshit crazy as he and Geno walked in trying their best to stay low as he gave a few people who noticed him polite grins and watched them give a nod of approval. Sometimes being one of Pittsburgh’s biggest stars certainly had its perks, privacy being one of the biggest ones. As he walked in and went to a table on the second floor, he looked through the crowd for you. 

“Over there” Geno pointed “She dancing with Kappy, oh you like this song Sid” Sidney grimaced as Slow Motion came on and looked down at you and Kappy, he knew you couldn’t see him but man did he wish you could. Feelings of jealousy went through him as he witnessed you two dancing closely to each other’s bodies, grinding to the beat of the music. Pettiness wasn’t his thing but he decided to do what he had promised himself he wouldn’t. *************

The blood drained from your face as you heard the familiar voice approach your area and watched Kappy smile and look in his direction “Aw man, he and G came ! I was hoping they’d come and hang out for a big with us” You turned your head towards him, the alcohol beginning to hit you  “Wait, you invited him ?” “Yeah, I asked if he wanted to come and he had said no, I’m so glad he changed his mind though” he went over and brought Sidney and Geno to the table as the rest of the guys clapped and hollered at him 

With your legs feeling like jelly you left and sat at the booth furthest from him with your friends as their mouths gaped open “Your unofficial boyfriend is here” Robbie whispered “Should we leave ? Are we gonna have to sign NDA’s ?” “Not the time for jokes Robbie” Sara said back “For Y/N’s sake I say we just keep to ourselves here and lay low, it’s still fun” “You’re right” you nodded as you took another shot of 1942 in one hard gulp “He just came here to mess shit up for me, it’s his specialty”

You were determined to keep the night going and have a good time so when one of the guys suggested going downtown on a bar crawl, you jumped on the idea much to Sidney’s dismay as he looked at you and began walking in your direction when Robbie stood in front of him to let you go out the door “Please don’t sue me but I don’t think it’s a good idea you go near Y/N or talk to her tonight, I’m her friend Sara’s fiance and while you don’t know me at all I kind of know you a bit from what she’s said and I’ve overheard. Give her space, we’re taking care of her okay ? You don’t seem like a bad guy at all, but what you did tonight wasn’t cool man” he said to Sidney He looked him up and down and just closed his eyes, sighing as he extended his hand to him. For some odd reason he trusted the kid despite just meeting him “Sidney”

“Robbie” he shook it “Nice to meet you Sidney, now just take my word of advice okay ? I met Y/N my first day of classes at University, she’s the reason I met my fiance Sara. She likes you man, and you like her. But you’re both idiots that are stuck in tough spots, be mindful and be careful” Sidney took his words to heart as he watched the group leave and followed Geno outside “We go and just stick to ourselves alright ?” It took no more than 2 hours for you to be a little more than tipsy and living your best life at the bar, one moment you had a cranberry vodka soda, the next you had a sour apple martini, and then currently you were doing a shot with your friends and the rest of the guys as Kappy helped you onto the bar top and you all cheered together.

That’s all it took for you, Zach, Pierre and your friend Ora to do karaoke to “Don’t stop believing” as Kappy did the honor of doing the air guitar. Your only saving grace was honestly your good appearance and ability to get everyone in the bar to join in, including Sidney He was grinning like an idiot as he watched you sing, gazing up at the table and chuckling. Though drunk there was nothing messy about what you were doing, somehow you had good balance and semi decent vocals. He was caught up on your smile and flushed face as you jumped up and down enthusiastically “She fun” Geno interrupted his thoughts

“She’s young” he deadpanned “Young people have fun” He watched enamored as you continued your song, looking concerned when you rushed to the bathroom in a hurry as soon as it was over. In a panic he stood up not caring who saw him as he pushed through the crowd and slipped inside the bathroom “Y/N, are you okay ?” “Puking my fucking brains out” you called out not even realizing it was him “Get Kappy, I wanna go home”

“It’s me...Sidney, come on open the door. I’ll take you home” “No !” you exclaimed as you got out of the stall and pointed a drunk finger at him “I don’t trust you ! You’re a cheater !” “It’s not like that” he explained calmly “You’re drunk let me get you home, please” “Don’t do that” you scowled “Don’t give me those big cow eyes of yours, I fell for them once I’m not doing it again Cindy”

“Cow eyes ?” he whispered “And Cindy ? Y/N, we need to get you home, you’re wasted as can be”. Sidney took matters into his own hands as he spotted your phone on the floor and picked it up and sent a text to your girlfriends to come into the bathroom. Much to their shock he calmly explained things to them and felt the weight off his shoulders as they agreed to follow his instructions and go with him “I told Kappy she got sick and just wanted to leave home immediately so we got a cab, he insisted on coming but Robbie told him things were handled” your friend Lily explained to Geno and Sid as she rode in the back with your head in her lap 

“My boyfriend Jake is gonna pick me up as soon as she’s okay, I take it you’ll stay with her..” she looked at Sidney 

“Yes” he answered instantly much to Geno’s amusement  “I am” “Make sure she calls me when she’s better, probably won’t be till tomorrow” she nods as she left and went in her boyfriends car “And I swear if you even think of doing anything, we’ll all have your head on a platter Crosby”

Sidney gave one nod and watched as the car drove away, he gave Geno a hug goodbye and lifted you up in his arms as he walked into the elevator “I’m gonna take you to your room, get you in bed okay ?” “You smell nice” you murmured as you nuzzled into the crook of his neck and sniffed “like the woods but also clean, I like it a lot”

He looked down at your face and gave a small grin “Thanks sweetheart”. When he arrived at your floor he gently set you down on your feet against the wall and rummaged your purse for your keys “No, no don’t fall” he whispered as he held you close to him and opened the door “Here” he sat you on your bed when he got to your room “I need to take off your makeup” Sidney said as he looked in your bathroom and pulled out a pack of makeup wipes as he carefully wiped your face with your chin in his hand “My lashes” you murmured “take them off, they’re fake”

He nodded and gently peeled them off much to his own shock “Jeez, no idea why you ladies do this to yourselves. As long as it makes you happy I suppose” “Don’t get all philosophical on me” you said putting a hand to his cheek and felt around “You shaved, there’s no more scruff….gross” Sidney chuckled “You like when I have scruff ? I’ll note that for next time” “I like it when you don’t wear ties too, you look way too old in ties and cuff links, like I know that you’re old but you’re not that old you know ? But then again I really really like your greys, it’s the sexiest thing ever on you” you rambled “Oh and I love love when you do that crooked smile thing, it’s so hot”

“I get it sweetheart” he whispered as he laid you down and went to your trash can in the kitchen and grabbing some water and tylenol, much to his surprise finding you doing snow angels on your bed when he came back “I never realized how comfy my bed is” you said in disbelief as your arms and legs stretched out He rubbed his face as he laughed and pulled a chair next to your side “Alright Sleeping Beauty it’s time for bed. I want you to take two of these and some water or you’re gonna have a nasty hangover tomorrow”

You obediently follow his instructions and then lay in bed once again, looking up at him “Wait a minute, if I’m sleeping beauty that means you’re my prince. Right ?” “Yup, your knight in shining armor if you will” Sidney said as he moved some hair from your face “You really are though, like so much” you coughed , moving to face him “I mean don’t get me wrong Kappy’s a good guy but he’s no you. I like you way more you know, and I don’t know why. You’re just a good person and really cute and when you kiss me it feels like nothing matters and I’m the only girl in the world” 

Sidney looked down at you and caressed your cheek “I feel the same way about you”, he knew you were drunk but like he had always heard drunk words are sober thoughts. He knew maybe there was a chance regret would come in the morning but he realized he’d never get a chance like this again “I really like you a lot, you know when you kissed me that night at the bar I couldn’t stop thinking about you. When I saw you at Kris and Cath’s I knew it was meant to be, I felt it in my heart. When we kissed again here after the game, I realized that maybe this wasn’t some stupid infatuation, that we had actual feelings”

Despite everything feeling as if it were spinning, you knew exactly what he meant. Without a care you grabbed him by his tie and pulled him down to for a kiss “What are you doing ?” he whispered You said nothing as your lips moved from his lips to his neck and collarbone. Sucking on the flesh as you were sure he’d have a mark by the morning Sidney smothered a groan and put a hand on shoulder gently “You’re drunk, you don’t wanna do this..” “I do, I really do”

The groan finally escaped his mouth as you slid under his weight and got on top of him, your thighs firmly straddling his “I want this just like I want you” you murmured as you kissed him once again and ran your hands through his salt and pepper hair “I love your hair, it’s so soft” “Y/N” Sidney murmured against your lips “We can’t.” With a lift of your head you moved down to his now exposed chest from you taking off his shirt “You’re so defined” you breathed as your breasts rubbed against his pecs, adding in more open mouthed kisses as your hand finally went  to his belt buckle

“We can’t” he repeated louder , putting a hand in your hair as he lifted up your head carefully and looked into your eyes “We can’t and we won’t, you’re drunk. I brought you back to take care of you and make sure you were okay because I care. I don’t want you for sex or anything of the sort, I want you for you okay ?” You gave a small nod and laid back down on your pillow as he put the duvet cover over you and pressed a kiss to your forehead

“Is it okay if I lay here with you ?” he whispered 

“I’d like that” you grinned weakly, your eyes beginning to get heavy with sleep as he climbed in and faced you “We’ll talk in the morning…..about everything” you said “Until then, good night Sidney…” He waited until you closed your eyes and heard snores to sit up and pet your hair, he was in deep and he knew things could get complicated but for now he felt more at peace than he had ever felt in a long time.

[kniesyswrld]

[hockeytrashgoblin]

Ice Cold ~Part 2

A/N: Hi baby beans! Part 2 coming in hot. Hope you enjoy!! :)

Seeing my pictures in the papers sparked two things, joy and frustration.

Joy because it was so cool to see a picture I took on the front of everyone's sports section. It felt like such an accomplishment. I was really proud of myself.

Frustration because someone had taken pictures of me and William walking around, igniting rumors. I kept my scarf over the bottom half of my face for the subway ride to work. I got there on time and started taking off all the winter layers. I hoped people would forget about that picture by this point, but I was wrong.

"Hey romantic walk in the falling snow." Amy teased me, not looking up from her computer in our office.

"God has everyone seen that?"

"Pretty much. It's been on the news for like a week almost." She clicked out of what she was doing and turned to me. "So tell me everything!"

"There's not really much to tell. We walked around and talked about hockey and our mutual distrust of the general public. He walked me to the subway and I went home."

"Oh come on there has to be some better details in there than that!"

"I mean he said that I was really interesting to him and that he wanted to know me?"

"Alright I guess that's something."

"Oh! Auston Matthews hates me I'm pretty sure!"

"What? Why? Bitch what on earth did you do to Auston Matthews?"

"Nothing! He was mad that William came over to talk to me and just glared the whole fucking time."

"That's weird."

"Right?! Then I could've sworn I saw him across the road when I was going down to the subway but he just disappeared. It was probably nothing but it was so creepy feeling."

"Yeah no I don't like that. Maybe stay away from Auston if you can?"

"I'm definitely going to try to do that."

"You'll have to start after today though."

"Ugh why?"

"A bunch of the leafs will be coming through the studio today. I don't know what it's for, the debrief is on the desk but it's not that helpful. Just says who will be there. Yes William will be too. Don't act like you weren't about to run over to check."

"Hey, I wasn't gonna run. Do I look like I run?" I said gesturing to my body.

"Not really. That's fine though cuz me neither. I like your outfit today though, it's cute! Peter would like." She said wiggling her eyebrows.

"Ew don't start." I looked down at myself. Nothing special or even revealing. Black high-waisted jeans with a baggy sweatshirt tucked into them and bright yellow cheetah printed shoes.

"Well he would." She said getting up and leading the way to the studio.

"Yeah I got that."

"He likes you."

"Got that too."

"You don't like him?"

"He sent me a selfie in his bathtub the other night."

"Was it a good one..?"

"No!" I said shocked that she'd even ask. The leafs were in the studio so I lowered my voice, embarrassed.

"Hey you never know."

"Amy. There is nothing sexy or cute about a grown man sitting in a dirty bathtub. Mix the fact that he had more hair on his chest than a fucking bear and you get a lot of no thanks."

"Yeah that sounds pretty fucked."

"He asked for some bath pictures back. I said no and he didn't listen so I'm not into that at all." I shrugged, handing her the camera. I was supposed to just be assisting with lighting today. The first half of the day went by pretty quickly. We had some craft services taking care of lunch which was nice. It was clear that the team had these kinds of cliques going on. I brought it up to Amy.

"I dunno what do you mean?"

"Like they just split so fast. William, Kasperi, Auston, Mitch, Morgan. And then like literally everyone else. I just thought it was strange."

"Oou here comes lover boy."

"Shut up." I said smacking her arm.

"Poor Peter never had a chance." I glared at her until she left and William walked up.

"Hi frowny."

"Hi."

"So bathtub pictures from Peter huh?" He said with the look of mischief in his eyes.

"Man you really do hear everything. Yes he sent me a picture of him in the tub."

"That's a little forward isn't it? Maybe I'm old fashioned but that seems aggressive."

"No it is aggressive. That's why it seems like it, because it absolutely is. It was gross. Then he was trying to pressure me which was also gross."

"He tried to pressure you?"

"Yeah to send a picture back to him. He didn't accept my first no. Or my third. Or even my 10th. I'm avoiding him."

"I don't blame you." He brushed his fingers across my shoulder. "I'd kill him if I were you."

"It doesn't matter. He's not the first and probably won't be the last."

"That's so awful."

"It's fine. I'll just avoid him."

"But what if you can't?"

"Then I'll deal with it as it comes. It's honestly fine William, I can deal with it." I said putting my hand around his bicep.

"I don't want you to have to though."

"It's alright William I promise. Besides he hasn't texted me since the media ran with that picture. I'm sorry about that by the way. I guess Auston was right to hate me."

"Auston doesn't hate you. It's just complicated that's all. It's nothing against you and everything against people. He doesn't like people either."

"I guess that's fair. Tell him not to look at me like he wants to rip my head off then. It's unnerving."

"Being unnerved by him probably isn't the worst thing in the world."

"Hey Willy, who's this?" Kasperi asked swinging his arm around William's shoulder. William rolled his eyes.

"Kappy she introduced herself at the beginning."

"Sorry I wasn't really paying very close attention. These things are usually kind of boring. No offense."

"None taken. I hate it when I'm on the other side of the camera. It's awful. I'm (y/n)." I said reaching my hand out to shake his extended one.

"Kasperi. It's nice to meet you. Hopefully we'll be seeing you around more." He said grinning at William before leaving.

"Asshole."

"What did he mean by that?"

"It's just been a long time since I was interested in anything except hockey. Me and Kas are roommates and he worries about me sometimes, that's all."

"Oh I see. He seems nice."

"He is! He's a really nice guy. My best friend."

"Well then I guess it's good he doesn't hate me too."

"Auston doesn't hate you."

"I don't believe you."

"Stubborn." He said smiling as he bumped his shoulder into mine.

"That's meeeee."

"Can I get your number? Or will you be stubborn on that too?"

"I dunno.." I said pretending go think about it making him laugh.

"I promise I won't send you pictures of me in the bathtub."

"Oh alright then sure." I took his phone and typed out my number in contacts. "Although I don't think I'd really mind one from you. You still wouldn't get one back though."

"I would never ask for one."

"You're a gentleman William."

"Hardly, but I try my best."

"What are you doing after this?"

"Um I didn't really have any big plans afterwards. I have plans right after I'm done here but I'm free about 30 minutes later. Why?"

"I was wondering if you maybe wanted to do something after. Like get a coffee or something maybe?"

"Why do you sound so unsure?"

"Because I am unsure?"

"But why?"

"I'd rather not go into all my insecurities right now at work."

"Alright I can respect that. We will talk about them later though, because they're silly and unnecessary in this situation."

"Are they?"

"Yes. Absolutely."

"Why?"

"I think you are the sweetest thing."

"William.."

"I mean it. You don't have anything to be nervous about. I'd love to get coffee with you after." He said with a warm smile.

"Okay." I said matching the smile.

The rest of the photoshoot went by pretty quickly. Whether that was because it was faster or because I was floating on cloud 9 that William didn't reject me. The boys left and I went back to the office with Amy after tearing down our little set.

"So, a date with William huh?"

"I don't know if it's a date really. It's just coffee."

"Oh come on you're blushing so hard! It's a date!"

"Shut up!"

"What did he say to you before that made you blush?"

"Man you notice everything." I mumbled.

"You could see it across the studio! Now what did he say!"

"He said he thought I was the sweetest thing and to not be so insecure around him because he thinks I'm interesting." I said blushing again thinking about it.

"This is such a date!"

"No. Now stop yelling."

"How? Tell me how this is not a date?"

"I don't know if he thinks of it as one that's all." I said shrugging.

"I do." William said making me jump.

"Holy fuck."

"At least if you wanted it to be of course."

"How long have you been standing here for?"

"Not long at all." He said with a smirk.

"Uuugh liar. You heard everything didn't you?"

"Perhaps." He said laughing as I groaned and slid down my chair. "Hello Amy, nice to see you again."

"Yeah you too Will. We're just about done here so you can take her away."

"I will do just that." He grabbed my coat off the hook and held it out. I tried to grab it but he pulled back. "Turn around."

"Uh okay.." I did as I was told and let him slip it over my shoulders. It was a strangely intimate moment. Amy broke it with a cough hiding her laugh although not very well. I kicked my shoes off and put my boots on.

"Bye (y/n) see you this weekend!"

"Yeah see you."

"Bye Amy."

"Bye Will."

We walked out of the building pretty quietly except me saying thank you to him opening doors for me. We started towards the closest Tim Horton's.

"So you didn't want this to be a date?" He asked.

"What? No of course I wanted it to be!" I blushed really hard at that one. "Uh I mean.."

"I was under the assumption that it was one but after overhearing your conversation I wasn't sure."

"No one likes an eavesdropper William." I teased elbowing him in the side. "I just didn't know if you'd want it to be."

"I told you you didn't have to be so unsure. I think you're lovely. I should be so lucky to have you want to go on a date with me."

"I think you've definitely got that backwards. I'm the lucky one."

"We could argue that all day and with how stubborn you are I'm sure you would, but I'd rather not."

"Sorry."

"Don't be. Nothing to be sorry about." 

"I am pretty stubborn. It's not cute." I said laughing.

"I have a hard time believing there's anything about you that isn't cute." He said opening the door for me. 

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding once inside the warm store. William led me to the back of the store to sit. He pulled out my chair for me. I blushed again of course.

"What would you like to drink?"

"What no William I'm paying."

"I hardly think so. Tell me what you want stubborn girl."

"A small candycane hot chocolate."

"Alright. See was that so hard?"

"Don't get all grin-y and triumphant. I only gave in because you weren't going to budge."

"That's all it takes?" He asked laughing, walking away to order. He came back a minute later with drinks. "Careful it's hot."

"Thank you but you really didn't have to pay. I invited you. I feel bad."

"Don't feel bad. I have money to spare."

"It's not the money, it's the principle of it."

"I don't believe that women should pay for a first date. Or any date for that matter."

"How come? Most guys don't want to pay."

"I'm a little old fashioned, as I said the other night."

"It's like you're from a completely different time."

"Maybe I am." He said raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah maybe. You're definitely sweeter than any guy I've ever met."

"That's very nice of you to say since people say I'm heartless."

"I have a hard time believing that."

"You haven't seen me in a light that would make you believe it."

"I really don't think I would think that anyway. Even after seeing you in a light that doesn't make you look that great."

"I hope you never see me that way so we don't have to find out."

"We probably won't. I can't see you ever doing anything really bad."

"I love your faith in me. It's sweet."

"You're sweet."

"Thank you." He murmured with warm eyes.

"Um you're welcome." 

"Why are you blushing?"

"Sorry, you just do this thing and it makes me feel weird."

"I'm sorry."

"No don't be, it's a good weird. I just forget everything I'm thinking. Like my brain goes dumb or something."

"And that's a good thing?" He asked skeptically.

"Well I mean maybe not the dumb brain part but it feels good. Warm." It was almost like I forgot I was speaking out loud. I looked into his eyes and got embarrassed. "Sorry that was weird to say and probably too much, I'm so sorr-"

"Hey shh." He said putting his hand over mine. "You're fine."

"I'm just worried I'm gonna be weird and it'll be too much."

"You aren't too much. Do you want to go walk around a bit?"

"Sure I'd like that."

We walked out of the Tim Horton's and started down the road. It was really cold with the wind whipping around the buildings off the lake.

"I don't know how you're not freezing right now."

"I spend my life on ice. I'm used to the cold."

"But the wind is so awful. You don't deal with that on the ice."

"That is true. You really caught me there." He mumbled.

"It must just be cuz you're a boy. Boys never get cold."

"That could be, darling. Now tell me why you were so unsure asking me to hangout."

"So you didn't forget about that huh?"

"Pfft hardly. Tell me."

"It's going to sound so stupid to you I bet."

"Try me."

"I've just had a lot of really bad experiences with dating. I'm not usually the kind of person people want to date. They all think I'm only good for one thing if you know what I mean."

"You thought I was just messing with your feelings?"

"I dunno. You could be. You're way out of my league, you could've just felt bad for me and are being nice."

"That's so ridiculous (y/n).. I would never ever do that to you. I don't feel bad for you at all. Well maybe that you had to see a picture of Peter in a dirty bathtub." He said with a wink making me laugh.

"God it was so awful Will. I haaated it."

"Well it sounds like you had every reason to."

"That's also why I was feeling kind of bad today.. he just kind of solidified that I'm only good for sex and that isn't the kind of person I want to be."

"That is absolutely not what kind of person you are. You never have to be that person again." He said staring at me intently. I half hoped he meant that he was going to be sticking around for a long time but the insecurity in me shut that thought down.

"I have so much more to offer, ya know?"

"I don't know but I look forward to learning everything else you have to offer." He said slipping his hand into mine and intertwining our fingers. I smiled and looked up to meet his kind eyes. "If you'll permit me of course."

"I'm starting to think that all the walls I have built up are going to crumble with you."

"Good. I want that. Eventually all my guarded walls will come down too I believe. You seem to have that effect on people. I mean just look how comfortable Peter is!" He joked as I groaned loudly, making him light up with laughter. It really made me happy that I could cause that reaction.

[haydnfleury]

Good Luck Charm

Who: Morgan Rielly, *Reader*, Toronto Maple Leafs Ensemble [Refer to the tags]

Type: SMUT. ALL THE SMUT.

Word Count: 1.53K

~AO3 Version

Mo went above and beyond to make sure everything was perfect for your birthday. Everything from cuddling you awake in the morning after letting you sleep in, getting your favourite food, he hasn’t really left your side all day either.

or

Morgan spoils you on your birthday, and has a special surprise for you.

 Mo went above and beyond to make sure everything was perfect for your birthday. Everything from cuddling you awake in the morning after letting you sleep in, getting your favourite food, he hasn’t really left your side all day either. Come nightfall, he had invited several teammates to come over to celebrate. The festivities went on for a while before Mitchy had piped up while four of you were on the couch.

 “Mo, when were we gonna, you know,” he managed to get out before Marty pulled him back.

 “He’ll tell us when Mitch, don’t rush him,” as Mitchy playfully jabbed at him.

 “Morgan what’s he talking about?” you turn around in Mo’s arms to face him.

 “You know how you wanted to be railed by my teammates? Well, the one’s you’ve okayed anyway?”

 It suddenly clicks. Every person he’s invited is someone you’ve said can fuck you. You stumble on your words to make a response, not certain whether to be mortified, shocked, or some hybrid of the two.

 “Are… are you guys sure?” asking Marty because he’s the closest one to you.

 “Yeah, we’re sure. Right guys?” he asks everyone else who at this point was clearly eavesdropping their conversation, and they all nod in agreement.

 Mo caresses your hip gently, “Who do you want to start with Y/N?” he starts, shifting the waistband on your pants down.

 “You.”

 He smirks and carries you into the bedroom and sets you down on the bed. He then crouches to grab a briefcase from under the bedframe, pulling out the silk and tying your hands above you to the headboard. Next Mo grabs the lube and works it around his fingers before sliding one, then two into you to open you up. With his hands it normally doesn’t take very much time at all to prepare you before you’re ready- he’s gotten you off multiple times with just his hands before.

 “Daddy, I need your dick,” you gripe when it becomes obvious he’s prolonging his teasing.

 “Okay baby.”

 Mo brings the tip of his shaft, already slathered in his precum, up toward your opening, slowly pushing in. He lets you bottom out slowly, but at soon as that happens he fucks you at a vigorous pace. You’re fairly close too.

 “Daddy, I’m close.”

 “Don’t tell me you’re gonna cum already? I’m only the first one tonight-- oh fuck,” he barely gets out before shooting inside you while you try desperately to delay your own, of which he notices.

 “Good boy,” he stops to caress your cheek and hair, “you held it in for me. If any of our friends get you close, you cum. Got it?”

 “Yes Daddy,” you reply before he kisses you and goes to grab someone from the other room.

 Willy and Zach are the first couple he brings in.

 “Oh yeah, Willy, Marty, and Tavey all like being called ‘Daddy’, Travie preffers ‘Sir’,” Mo explains and then retiring back to the living room.

 “I’m surprised Tavey’s not with you. Still trying that friends with benefits thing between you three?” you ask.

 “Yeah, it works for now,” Zach is the first to answer, “Willy you should top first.”

 “Are you ready?” Willy asks tracing his rod around your hole.

 “Yes Daddy.”

 He lifts your legs onto his shoulders and enters, thrusting in and out furiously. It draws out a lengthy moan as it makes you cum onto your stomach. Zach draws your attention away, tilting your head to your side until you’re face-first in front of his dick. You take it into your mouth and start working your tongue around it. They both seem to cum at the same time, even though neither of them are even touching each other.

 Zach swaps places with him, but Willy instead of being at your side he hovers over you, lowering his member into your mouth and down your throat to fuck it. They cum again into you and then get the next person. It’s Tavey.

 “How rough do you want it?” is his first question.

 “I want it rough Daddy,” and his dick twitches hearing you call him that.

 He closes your legs together and has you lay yourself to one side with your legs pulled towards you. He forces his dick through the gap, which was just made much tighter and painful, but at the same time more pleasurable. You try to muffle your moans into the pillow beside you.

 “Hey, I want to hear you.”

 You stop and let them out unhindered.

 “Good boy,” he says as he grasps your hips with enough force they’ll probably bruise tomorrow.

 It isn’t long and he already has you cumming, your walls closing down on him making him also shoot. Next. Next comes Travis. He positions himself over you so your heads are at each other’s cocks.

 “Ready?”

 “Yes Sir.”

 You blow each other, but within seconds he fingers your ass with one of his hands. He’s cheating you think, but your hands are literally tied and you have a dick stuffed in your mouth. You lose this race, even though you came several times before he still brought you to your height first. He holds himself off. He waits until he shifts around and gets his cock in your ass and gets a few thrusts before spilling his load. Kappy comes in.

 “You fucking done yet Travis?”

 “Yeah, worked up much?” he asks as he smacks his ass on the way out.

 Kappy wastes no time jumps right in, fucking you into the mattress. For his cockiness, he doesn’t actually last for more than thirty seconds. He looks slightly embarrassed at the situation.

 “Uh-- I usually last longer than this.”

 He knows he didn’t get you off as much as his teammates prior to him did, so he decides he’s not finished. He firmly grasps your dick in his hands and works it up and down the shaft, occasionally using one of his hands to massage your balls and down your perineum. More cum sprays out of you, and that’s good enough for him. Lastly Mitch and Marty come in.

 “Shit. You’re a mess,” Marty looks you over, “it’s definitely not sloppy seconds anymore.”

 You can’t help but let out a small laugh.

 “I’m more than ready for you Daddy. And Mitch, sit on me.”

 Marty enters you, and it’s met with little to no resistance from your hole this time. And it hits you just right, hitting your prostate over and over again with each movement. Mitch rests his rear on your head and holds onto the wall for support, as you work at eating his ass. You buck your hips as your orgasm hits once again, but Marty hasn’t shot.

 Mitchy gets off of you and manages to instead get under you, and Marty guides Mitch’s dick next to his own so they can both fuck you at the same time. This time you can actually feel some resistance due to the increased width of the rods railing into you relentlessly. They’re both getting to their edges.

 “Hold it.”

 Holding it is not what you’re worried about, it’s having to ejaculate for what is the sixth time now. Mitch unloads first, which to your surprise, is enough to trigger yours, and then Marty’s.

 “Good boys,” Marty says before smacking your ass.

 Mo comes in with two butt plugs. Unsurprisingly the first one falls out of you, but he came prepared with a much bigger one, and that one stays put, keeping all of their cum safely inside you. He unbinds you, you try to get up but you can’t walk. He carries you back out into the living room and onto the couch, no one else seems to have bothered to get dressed again, either that or they don’t care to. He rests on his knees in front of you and you can tell from the look in his eyes what he’s going to say.

 “One last time,” as he wraps a hand around your burning red member.

 “Fuck, okay Daddy,” and he jerks you off in front of everyone else.

 At this point it’s most definitely too much stimulation, but it’s for him, you’d do it another dozen times if it’s for him. Your hands dig into the leather on the couch, turning your knuckles white. It takes several minutes of overstimulation, but at the same time feeling like it’s the perfect amount of stimulation, to get you there, and it knocks the wind out of you when it hits.

 “Good boy, you were such a good boy for Daddy and all of our friends,” he praises gently rubbing your thighs.

 The next day they had a game, and absolutely destroyed the competition. They somehow manage to convince the team staff to bring you with them and have you in the locker room before each game. And so every time the Leafs play, you’re in there. Hands tied to Morgan’s stall, and the first and second line, and two d-men repeat the same thing they did on your birthday. The team never lost after that. You were their good luck charm, there was no way they were letting that go, and you were more than happy to oblige.

[willykappymarnsmatts]

Love Someone (M. Marner)

Mitch is unlacing his skates next to Auston with a soft smile on his face. “Sup, bro,” Auston says, elbowing Mitch’s arm. He looks up and grins and Auston. “Whatcha thinking about?”

“More like who ya thinking about,” Kappy chirps from beside Willy across the room from them.

“Y/N?” Auston suggests, knowing he’s right. Mitch nods and his grin widens ever so slightly at the mention of your name. “You’re so fucking lucky, man. Don’t mess it up!”

Mitch sits up then, leaving his loose skates on his feet. “She’s the best thing to ever happen to me. I won’t do anything to lose her.”

“If you do, you’ll regret it.” Kappy reminds him.

“That’s what I just fucking said, Kap.” Mitch rolls his eyes but laughs. Kappy is a pest, but a lovable one.

“Just cuz you’re her boyfriend now doesn’t mean we aren’t her best friends anymore,” Willy chimes in, but there’s a hint of question in his voice, like he’s scared to lose you.

“Obviously.”

Willy nods and pulls his phone out of his hockey bag. He immediately gives his entire attention to the piece of metal in his hand.

“So,” Auston says, “what’s it like? With her, I meant.”

“AUSTON!” Willy yells.

“NONONO, not like that! Fuck, I meant, um,”

“I know what you meant bro. It’s okay.” Mitch laughs at Auston’s face. “She’s amazing, to answer your question. Whenever I go to her place after a game, we cuddle all night and order takeout and just watch movies. I tell her everything and she knows what I’m thinking before I even open my mouth. She’s so beautiful, guys.”

They all nod. “We know, man,” Willy says from behind his phone.

“Guys I…” Mitch trails off.

“Mhm,” Auston urges.

“I think I love with her. Yeah, I love her.”

Auston grins and puts his arm around Mitch. Then he looks across at Willy and Kappy. Willy’s jaw is hanging open and Kappy’s face is so red it looks like he’s going to explode. Auston mirrors Willy’s expression, then looks back at Mitch. “Are you-“ Mitch starts, “-are you fucking filming me, William?”

No response but a stifled laugh from Kappy. “William Andrew Michael Junior Nylander Altelius, I swear to God if you are filming me you are DEAD!”

“Turn it off, turn it off, Willy,” Kappy mutters.

“DELETE IT WILLY!” Mitch jumps up and yells. Willy bites his lip and hits send, then shows Mitch the phone. He had Snapchat open, and just sent the video to Y/N/N with a bunch of lovie emotions after. “Oh you’re DEAD!” Mitch growls, making his way to the front of Willy’s stall. Kappy jumps up and runs out of the room and into the showers, his skates still on and tightly laced up.

“Fuck you, bro!” Willy screams after him, and looks at Mitch and giggles. “She loves you too, I swear. I wouldn’t have sent it if not.”

Mitch shakes his head. “How do you know?” He tries to sound snarky and rude, but it comes out more broken and worried.

“Even just the way she looks at you, Mitchy. Will you just trust me? Y/N loves you.” Mitch nods quickly and Willy helps him up from the ground. He pulls him in for a tight hug and pats his back quickly. “I got you, Mitch.”

[averytiredhuman]

Soo I played the guess the person with my non hockey friend this is the outcome 😂😂

[lukehughes43]

MASTERLIST!

NHL

ryder donovan: about last night  → When your parents go out of town for the weekend, your friends begin to pressure you into throwing a part. A small get together of friends soon breaks into a full blown party, one your next door neighbor can’t help but attend.

joel farabee: distractions all parts [mafia au] [nsfw. 18+] → Being born into the South Philly mob could be seen as a dream, or a nightmare. For Joel Farabee it was a dream, the dream. If only he knew exactly all that came with it.

jack hughes: all over again → A seemingly perfect relationship between Jack Hughe and yourself had been put to the test a mere handful of times due to petty fights, and social media. However, when the same thing occurs for a second time, you can’t seem to let it go.

hot chocolate  → Christmas Eve in the Hughes house is always one to remember. This year is even better as Brady made the time to come down for a visit, or for some meddling and a cup of hot chocolate. You’ve yet to decide. 

my angel  → The biggest moment of Jack’s life is about to happen without the most important person in his life: you. Now his real life angel, Jack must fight through the emotions of draft day without you by his side like he had always dreamed of. 

not my fault → Jack finds himself in a hard spot after a party and having too much to drink. You decide his actions from that night are something that you can’t ignore.

old town road → After a burst appendix and emergency surgery, Jack enlists the help of the USNTDP team to make you feel better.

Superstar → Once Jack is drafted first overall, he’s whisked away to Jersey for his media tour and development camp. While it’s a routine trip away, you can’t help but feel like there’s something he isn’t telling you. 

through a lens → Watching one too many YouTube videos after boredom, Y/n gets Jack to start a vlog with her.

when we were young → Since Jack Hughes was born, you were always in his life. Wherever he went, you went. If he played hockey, you played hockey. For every big moment and birthday you were by each other's side. It only made sense that over time a relationship was born. And with that, you got to watch your best friend live his life long dream: playing against his brother in the NHL.

thunderstorms  → A hard fought playoff win is rewarded with a thunderstorm. That thunderstorm just happens to bring an extra pair of feet to sleep in yours and Jack’s bed. 

not before dinner → Dinner’s right around the corner, but Jack can’t say no to his oldest daughter. Especially when you disappear upstairs to take care of the baby. 

luke hughes: No time for goodbyes [luke hughes x coug!reader] → With Luke leaving for the Frozen Four, reality has begun to seep in that the life you had built with him over the past 4 years in Ann Arbor was coming to a close. Who knew leaving Michigan behind would cause so many tears?

nye traditions  → Playing a World Juniors game on New Years Eve wasn’t going to stop Luke from getting his New Years kiss from you. That and he would have 3 disappointed teammates if he missed the kiss. 

kasperi kapanen: i see you → Kasperi still wasn’t sure what caused the end of your relationship. All he knows is that it’s been weeks since he last heard from you, and you’re still all he can think about. Hoping to find a new distraction out with the rookies he runs into what he least expects.

8 letters → A past relationship has affected your ability to let people in, and say the simple phrase everyone longs to hear. So much so that it ruins the relationship with the only man you’ve really loved.

spencer knight: beg for it [nsfw. 18+] → You know what they say, if the boats rockin’ don’t come knockin’. 

family affair → A Connecticut thunderstorm has broken the once peaceful sleep you were enjoying. It also disturbs the slumber of Spencer, Hannah, Claire, and the family dog Baylor. The only place left to find comfort? Spencer’s bed.

heart stops beating → It has felt as if this all your life, and all of Spencer’s life, have led up to the utterance of three little words. 

mitch marner: why won’t you love me? → Time changes a relationship more than Mitch or yourself could’ve expected as teenagers in love. Now in your early twenties, do both of you understand just how much it has changed you.

auston matthews: all I know → On a visit back to your hometown, Auston realizes there’s so much more he doesn’t know about you. As he watches your past cause you to crumble, he has to fight to pick up your pieces. 

and they were roommates → Two best friends who have gone through everything together. Birth. Birthdays. High school. NHL draft. Every big moment they’ve been there for each other. What happens when one of them realizes they’ve been in love this whole time?

prank war → An uneventful off day for Auston, catapults a month long prank war everyone on the Maple Leafs can’t help but get involved with. 

casey mittelstadt: “who’s crosby again?” → Casey and yourself have always never seen eye to eye when it came to favorite players in the NHL. So much so that you can’t help but poke fun at the legendary Penguin to get under your boyfriend's skin.

the ways i love you → A person can say, “I love you” in more ways than just saying the three words. Over the course of a year, Casey’s actions have shown you all the ways he loves you.

william nylander: the bull cut → William’s mother Camilla makes a quick visit to Toronto carrying old photographs of Will as a child. In those photos he’s sporting a very interesting haircut, one that you can’t let him live down.

the blue’s in your eyes → On a dark Toronto afternoon, one cheesy pick up line changes the relationship between Will and yourself forever.

alex turcotte: the story of us → While making dinner one night, your son can’t help but ask how you and his father met. What started as a simple story to occupy your son while making dinner, soon turned into a full story over the remainder of the night.

trevor zegras: dial drunk → When you had ended your relationship with Trevor almost three years ago, he wasn’t sure why. Even now, back in your shared hometown he couldn’t find the answer. Instead he found bottle after bottle of alcohol to drown out the memory of you. Only, some memories refuse to go away, and the memory of you was one he couldn’t drown away.

[mythos-writes]

The Forgotten Twin: Welcome to the League

Chapter 2: Welcome to the League

Catch up HERE

Pairing: Mitch Marner x (Tkachuk) Reader

Word Count: 1176

(Side note: both Morgan and Mitch look like they are up to no good in this gif) 

As (Y/N) was meeting other teammates, Babcock walks back out from the locker rooms with a jersey in his hands. 

“(Y/N), I meant to give this to you before practice, but I think it works with the boys here. Welcome to the team,” he says while handing her the blue and white practice jersey. 

The boys started to clap and cheer for her. She smiles and shakes the coach’s hand again. She quickly took off her helmet and then her Boston University jersey and put on her new one. She turned around to face her new teammates and saw many of them staring at her.

“What?” She quickly questions. 

Many, if not all of them, just went back to skating off the bench. (Y/N) just shrugged it off before joining them in practice. She stood beside Mitch and Austin as Babcock was explaining what was going to happen during today’s practice. But as he was explaining, she felt someone just staring at her. When she looks around, she and Kasperi Kapanen make eye contact, before he turns away.    

 She just looked at him confused, but didn’t think much of it, as she had gotten those looks her whole life within the arenas. As they were doing drills, some of the players seemed to be trying to injure her. When (Y/N), Mitch, Kasperi and others were doing some shooting drills, a puck was shot, full force, into her ankle.

(Y/N) quickly fell down into a heap on the ice. She hadn’t been in this much pain in a long time. Mitch was quickly there helping her and to keep her from not painicing. Many other players, and Babcock came over as well, to help her off the ice and to the training staff room. 

Luckily for her, it wasn’t broken, but it will be bruised, but she is still cleared to play the first game of the pre season. As she was leaving the building and heading home for the night, she heard some chattering from the room where the rest of the team is. 

“I can’t believe that they had drafted her? Out of the whole draft?” a voice calls out. 

“ Yeah like why draft a girl into a league with men?” another agrees with the first.

 (Y/N) just sighs out in defeat. She knew going into this that many wouldn’t probably like her. She was just about to leave when a few newer voices called out. 

“Hey, maybe you should learn a few things from her,” this made (Y/N) stop and started to listen again. 

“Oh yeah Mitch and what is that?” 

“Well first off Andreas, you could learn some skating moves because she could out skate you in a heartbeat,” Mitch defends her. 

“And Kappy, you should learn to keep your cool out there,” 

“And why is that Matthews?” 

“Cause the next time, you could be suspended or worse, you will have the guys that actually want her here, on you in a second,” Austin backs up Mitch. 

(Y/N) was so caught up in what was happening in the locker room, that she didn’t hear someone coming up behind her. 

“(Y/N)?” causing her to jump. She turns to see Patrick Marlow standing behind her. 

“Um… Hi, I was just leaving,” as she says this, the volume in the change room gets louder. 

This causes both (Y/N) and Patrick to rush into the room. As they enter the see one half of the team holding Andreas Johnsson back, while the other holds Mitch Marner back. Before either Patrick or (Y/N) could step in, Babcock and Dubas walk in. 

“WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE?” He questions, causing the almost brawl to stop in its tracks.

“Andreas and Kasperi were bad talking (Y/N) and I was just standing up for someone who wasn’t there to defend themselves,” Mitch defends.

“Is this true?” Dubas stepped in, but didn’t get an answer. 

“My office, now.” was all Babcock said.  

(Y/N) just sighs before leaving again and starts to head to the exit. She was definitely going to FaceTime both Brady and Matthew when she got back to her apartment. “(Y/N) wait up!” 

She turns around to see Mitch running up to her. 

“Hey, I just want to apologize for what you say in the locker room. We aren’t usually like that,” he states. 

She gives him a small smile. 

“Thanks I really appreciate you and Austin standing up for me,” 

“Um, so maybe later you want to come over and hang out with some of the guys tonight, just to meet some of the others?” he offers. 

“ That would be great actually,” she states. 

“ Awesome, here is my phone, just put your number in there and I can give you the address,” he says, almost too quickly as he hands her his phone.

She laughs at his antics as she puts her new Canadian number into his phone. She gives his phone back and then he sends a quick text. Her phone buzzed and she quickly looked at it. 

 Hey

She looks but up to Mitch with  a smile. 

“So you will send me the details later?” she questions. 

“Yeah, this will be so sick,” he says before running back down the hall. 

“YOU WON’T REGRET IT!”  he yells back down the hall. 

(Y/N) just shakes her head before going out to the rental and calls Matthew.

“Hey Matthew, you won’t believe what happened at practice this morning. 

~ Later that evening~

As she was getting ready, her phone was blowing up from the team chat that Mitch had put (Y/N) in. 

This consisted of John Tavares, William Nylander, Frederick Andersen, Auston Matthews, Mitch Marner (duh), Patrick Marlow, Nazem Kadri, Morgan Rielly, Michael Hutchison, Jack Muzzin, Zach Hyman, and a few others. 

As she is finishing braiding her hair, she gets a text, but the ringtone wasn’t the one for the group chat. It was from one that she hadn’t gotten a text from in a while. 

It was her mother. 

(Y/N) hastily opened the text and read it. 

“(Y/N), I wanted to reach out and say that I am sorry for how I treated you over your life. I know that a sorry can’t make up for the hurt that I have caused, but I want to start making it right. Please call me when you get a chance so we can clear some if this up,”

She just stared at her phone, for what seemed like an hour. Her mind was racing with why her mother decided to reachout. But she didn’t want it to ruin her night with her new team. So she just ignored it. 

She sends a text to the chat to see if she needs to pick up anything before moving to put her boots on. She checks and sees that she doesn’t and goes down and makes her way over to Mitch’s apartment, which wasn’t too far from hers.

Party time here she comes. 

Note: Please no hate to Kasperi Kapanen and Andreas Johnsson in this chapter or throughout the story. I just needed to choose a player and he was just the winner in the draw :)

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the 12 fics of christmas

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- here is my christmas series! i will be posting 12 different christmas themed fics, all with different people, based off of different things! i hope you enjoy.

1. The Jingle Bell Rock

A big christmas party with a list celebrities, booze, and too much glitter can only lead to some dramatic event: drunken confessions and dancing to your favorite song. (bodyguard!William Nylander x actress!fem reader)

2. You're A Mean One, Mr. Drysdale

Ransom is the very definition of a grinch, except he isn't green. (Ransom Drysdale x fem!reader)

3. Blue Christmas

Sam doesn't know how he supposed to get through his first Christmas without the love of his life not by his side. (Sam Kiszka x gn!reader)

4. Hallelujah, Holy Shit

The Andersen household is full around the time of Christmas, and the tension is bound to come out at some point. (corporate!Frederik Andersen x fem!reader)

5. Last Christmas, I Gave You My Heart

Matty wants to rekindle their relationship, but Y/N isn't so sure about that. (Matty Beniers x gn!reader)

6. I Really Can't Stay

Y/N and Josh are tired of sneaking around, and during the holidays it's even harder to keep their relationship a secret. (Josh Anderson x fem!reader)

7. Baby Please Come Home

a heartbroken nate doesn't know what to do, so he calls his best friend to find out where he went wrong. (Nate Mackinnon x gn!reader)

8. More Than A Holiday

Chris and Y/N are given the best gift for Christmas at the perfect time. (Chris Kreider x fem!reader)

9. At The Rink

Y/N goes to the rink with Owen, and realizes that skating is not a skill that sticks with you. (Owen Power x gn!reader)

10. All I Want...

Kasperi sucks at Christmas shopping. (Kasperi Kapanen x fem!reader)

11. Bought At Tiffany's

Matthew just wants to spoil Y/N for Christmas, when she just wants to sleep in. (Matthew Tkachuk x fem!reader)

12. Happy New Year, Too (coming tbd)

Quinn was never one to stay up for the ball drop on New Years Eve, but Y/N never missed it. (Quinn Hughes x gn!reader)

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taglist: @thecoldwind @drei-mrssvechii @puckbunnyforsway

- if you would like to be tagged in any or all of these, let me know! i am looking forward to writing and posting these.

[idontgiveaflyinggrayson69]

Kasperi Kapanen N/SFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Afterwards, Kas will get a wash cloth to wipe you off and kiss you softly before pulling you into his chest for cuddles. He likes to hold you and snuggle and talk. He’ll gently run his hand down your back as the two of you talk about nothing.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself, Kas likes his arms and his legs. His arms are strong and he can pick you up easily and his tattoos look amazing against his skin, and his legs are thick and strong and he loves watching you get yourself off as you ride them.

On you, he likes your neck and chest. He loves running his lips across your neck and how your boobs feel in his hands. Plunging necklines that expose your neck and accent your chest drives him crazy.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Kas absolutely loves to cum on you. On your stomach or ass or back, he isn’t picky, he just loves the way his cum looks on your skin. It’s his way of claiming you. But, he also likes to scoop it off of you and feed it to you. The way you suck it off his fingers makes his dick twitch right back to attention.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s totally thought about bringing one of his teammates into the bedroom with you. Willy haswalked in on the two of you a few times…

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s been around the block a few times. He’s had his fair share of one night stands and flings along with relationships to know what he’s doing.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He loves pushing you down onto the bed and pulling your leg up over his hip or shoulder. He can get deepest that way and it feels amazing. He can see you and your chest and nip at your neck all at the same time.

He also loves when you ride him; push him down and ride him. He grips your hips roughly and suck many marks onto your neck before moving to mouth at your boobs.

Reverse cowgirl is also good because he can cup your chest in a more comfortable way while you ride him, and he can watch himself disappear into you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Kas isn’t “goofy” per se, but if something awkward or funny happens, he’s quick to brush it off with a smile. Things with him are always easy and comfortable. And sometimes, depending on his mood and occasion, the sex can be giggly and soft, but not always.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He keeps things trimmed down there. It’s a bit darker than his hair.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Kas is such a sweetheart and he’s so soft with you and how much he loves you. There’s no rose petals or candles or things like that, but it’s intimate in how close the two of you are and how much you love each other.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

When he’s on the road? All the time. He has an album on his phone of photos of you/that you’ve sent him and it’s his wanking material, not that he really needs it since you send him a bunch of naughty Snaps (photos and videos). If Kappy doesn’t get his orgasm, he’s going to be cranky.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He likes it when you take control every now and then. He likes when you push him down, tie him up. Every once in a while he likes to be the one to submit, likes it when you make him submit. 

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He’s an absolute sucker for shower sex. The cold shower wall, hot water running down both of your bodies, and you tight around him? He loves it. And he loves how you look wet and watching the water run down your body.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Low cut tops, tight pants, you wearing his jersey, biting your lip, running your hand up his thigh. You’re a walking turn on for Kas. He’s always ready to go.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Choking. Kas will do a lot and he can get into the S&M thing, but he can’t bring himself to wrap his hand around the throat. He doesn’t like the idea of it and he doesn’t like knowing that he’s actively cutting your oxygen off. It freaks him out.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Have you seen his mouth? That boy is amazing at oral. He literally loves to be in between your legs. He loves eating you out, he could stay there for hours. He loves watching you fall apart by his tongue and he loves the noises you make. He wants to make you cum at least once before pulling away from your core.

Blow jobs make him weak. He will literally melt when you wrap your lips around him. Kas is one for dirty talk, but he can’t form a single intelligent thought when you blow him. It’s just soft moans and his hand tightening in your hair.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually, his pace is hard and fast. He’s the type of guy that likes things rough and can deliver it.

But, in the morning? Things are slow and soft in more of a lazy type way.

He’ll always take it slow if it’s your anniversary.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Kas certainly isn’t opposed to quickies. They aren’t his favourite because he wants to spend more time with you, make you cum more than once, but he isknown for pulling you into the bathroom or stair landing a couple times because he just couldn’t wait to get his hands on you. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s willing to try a lot. Bring the idea to him and he’s almost guaranteed to say “yes,” as long as it’s not crossing his boundary line of course.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Kas is a professional athlete so he can last a while. And he has a fast rebound time. He can go a few rounds in a night, and that is something he is super proud of. And while he’s waiting to rebound, he’s happy to eat you out or just make out if you’re too sensitive.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Maybe a bit surprising, Kas is really into toys. He really likes vibrators. He likes using them on you, sitting on the couch and pressing a vibrator to your clit while the two of you watch a game. He also likes when you use a vibrator on him. He likes the way a bullet feels against the head of his cock.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He’s not one to tease. He wants to feel you and make you cum and he wants to get himself off. He likes to take his time, but he isn’t really one to tease you. If you make him jealous or he’s in a teasing mood, then he’ll tease, but it isn’t really his game.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Kas likes to talk dirty. He whispered and mumbles filthy comments against your skin, both in English and Finnish. His moans are soft and breathless and it’s the hottest thing ever.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He loves phone sex. He loves telling you how to touch yourself and listening to you getting yourself off and knowing that he can take you apart like that while he’s miles away.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s thick. Thick and about 6.5” long. He’s heavy in your hand and hits all the right places.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Literally all the time. You’re a walking turn on and he’s an athlete that’s constantly looking for a release. He’s always ready to fuck you. 

Z = ZZZ (… How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Kas likes to snuggle and talk, so he doesn’t fall asleep really quickly afterwards, unless it was after a particularly exhausting game.

[pastrnakshohoho]

Prompt #4 || Kasperi Kapanen

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Pairing: Kasperi Kapanen x Female!Reader

Prompt: “You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, doll.”

Warnings: Very slight choking, like slight dirty talk (if you squint?)

Word Count: 376

A/N: Forgive me for the ending line. I literally sat here staring at this stupid blinking insertion point after the word “husky” for days and that line was the best I could come up with lmao

Edit: So, an update in regards to the author’s note above, I changed the last line. Its still not as great as I would like it to be but its definitely a hell of a lot better than what I had before haha

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Irritation coursed through Kasperi’s veins as he tried to focus on the TV screen in front of him. He was seated on the couch, leaning forward as his fingers worked over the video game paddle. Practice didn’t go so well for him and it had put a damper on his mood for the rest of the day. All he wanted was to relax and blow off steam by shooting some Grand Theft Auto characters but all he heard was you.

You were in a particularly good mood and were excited about the upcoming weekend. To Kasperi, it felt like you hadn’t stopped talking since he came home and it was driving him crazy. He loves you to pieces and normally listens closely to what you have to say but today was just annoying from the start.

He took an irritated breath in, “You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, doll.” He almost growled, not looking away from the screen.

You stopped mid-sentence, your eyes widening as you looked up at him from your phone, being settled beside him, facing him as you leaned back against the arm of the couch. That’s when you finally noticed his body language. Tense muscles, clenched jaw, his eyes fixed in a glare.

Being your normally misbehaving self, you couldn’t stop the smirk that took over your features or your taunting reply as you leaned forward, “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” You purred in his ear.

Kasperi let gravity pull the paddle to the floor, ignoring the harsh sound of the plastic object bouncing across the hardwood as he turned, roughly pushing you back against the couch, his hand taking its place on your throat.

You bit your lip as you held his gaze, “You’re walking on thin ice, babygirl. I’m already pissed.”

You writhed underneath him, tilting your head back a bit more and moaning softly when he tightened his grip on your throat, “And what happens when I break it? I’m already wet.” You smirked, taunting him.

He chuckled, leaning down so his lips are just barely brushing against yours as he speaks, his voice a whisper and a bit husky, “Bedroom, now.”

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