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misshoneyimhome · 4 months ago

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

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

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

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

Word count: 3.3K

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

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

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

Life was going so well.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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chukys-mouthguard · 4 months ago

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aperol spritz

5.3k words | not proofread

featuring: william nylander x female reader

warnings: sexually explicit content, minors DNI, 18+; choking, spanking, hair pulling, daddy kink, marking, overstimulation, slight degradation, squirting, p in v, oral (female and male receiving) - aka LOTS of smut!

summary: after a shitty breakup your friends take you on a girls trip where they’re desperately trying to help you find a vacay fling, and william just might be the man for the job

note: i have no clue how this ended up where it did, but i hope you enjoy 🙈

You swirled your finger around the rim of your glass, listening intently to your friend as she told you about the interaction she’d just had with some guy at the bar. The music blasting throughout the small club as you’d downed about seven drinks at this point. A good buzz going through your body as you watched the crowd, the dance floor a bit too packed for your liking. Preferring to people watch as you sipped your drinks.

It was night four of your girls trip to Ibiza, and you’d yet to find a nice vacation fling like you’d hoped. Your friends were trying to get your mind off a harsh breakup with the spontaneous trip, and one of their goals to put it plainly was for you to get laid. While you weren’t desperate, something about the idea of meeting a stranger and having one or two amazing nights with them, then never having to cross paths or worry about seeing them again was intriguing.

Your friends noticed you eyeing the crowd, giggling to themselves at how you were trying not to be obvious about wanting to find yourself some eye candy.

“Y/n, at this point if he’s got all his teeth and buys you a drink, I say go for it.”

Shaking your head you rolled your eyes, tossing back the rest of your drink. Not having noticed the blue eyes that had been stuck on you for the last twenty minutes.

A blonde haired man sitting at the end of the bar sipping his drink as he watched you and your friends. Seeing the way you eyed the crowd, as if looking for someone. But only ending up discouraged as you hadn’t found what you were looking for.

“Sorry to say girls, I have a bit more I require if anyone is getting their hands on me.”

They both sighed, hating how picky you were despite the need to be touched by a man.

“Y/n, come on, you just need one night to let your freak run wild and not be worried about ever seeing the guy again. While I understand wanting the guy to be attractive, if he’s got the equipment, I think you need to lower the expectations.”

Sliding from the booth with a laugh, you excused yourself to the bar for another drink.

The blonde haired man saw you get up and knew this was his chance to make a move, hoping that you’d give him the time of day as he could sense you’d be tough to crack. He watched as you looked for an open space at the bar, the only one next to him as he locked eyes with you, inviting you to take the spot.

You offered him a smile as you tucked some hair behind your ear, tapping your nails against the bar as you waited for a bartender to come your way.

“Aperol Spritz?”

You looked to the blonde at your right, a confused look on your face as you watched him sip his drink.

“I’m sorry?”

“I saw you from across the way, I couldn’t help but notice you weren’t drinking what every other girl in here was. So, I’m taking a guess, Aperol Spritz?”

You playfully bit your lip, not sure if that was a bad thing that he’d been able to know your drink order, but part of you didn’t mind either way. A hot guy at the bar, if not the hottest you’d seen all night, appeared interested in you and you would let him guess anything he wanted about you.

“Well, you would be correct. It’s been my go-to the entire time I’ve been out here. And if I had to guess for you.”

Eyeing his glass you smirked as his eyes were focused on you, a slight chuckle escaping his lips as he watched you study his drink.

“Hmm, I’m gonna guess you’re a vodka soda guy?”

He shook his head no as he pulled the glass to his lips, taking a sip before he answered.

“It’s a spin on a traditional mule, some people don’t like it. It’s a little spicy with some lime.”

The drink sounded interesting, and you were inclined to try and see what his taste was like. Still waiting for the bartender as the blonde extended a hand to you.

“I’m William.”

“Y/n, nice to meet you.”

After shaking your hand he held it up to signal the bartender, who immediately came to him to take his order.

“Another one for me, and for the lady?”

William pointed to you, catching you off guard as you were still confused how he’d had the bartender practically at his beck and call while you’d been waiting for minutes.

“Um, I’ll do the same thing!”

You smiled as you’d reached for the stool that sat tucked under the bar, figuring your friends wouldn’t mind you ditching them to have a drink with your new found friend.

“What do you think?”

William patiently watched as you sipped the drink, hoping you’d enjoy it. The taste was just as he described, a bit spicy with the perfect amount of lime.

“Wow, that’s good! I think I like it more than a traditional mule.”

He was pleased that you enjoyed the recommendation, clinking glasses with you as he took a sip himself before asking about your reason for being in Ibiza.

You’d explained it was a girls trip, leaving out the details of your breakup, knowing those details would almost definitely deter any guy from being interested in you.

“It’s been a super fun trip, this is our last night out though so I’m a bit sad about that.”

“Your last night? And I just got the chance to meet you and share a drink? Damn, well, I guess I need to make the most of the time I have with you then.”

He smirked as his chin rested on his hand, looking you up and down as he finger traced over his bottom lip. Something instantly telling you there was more to what he was saying, reading inbetween the lines to hope that he was as interested in you as you were in him.

You took note of his toned arms that were simply covered by a white short sleeve shirt, a gold chain peeking out from under his collar, his pants hugging his thighs pretty tight. Making you wonder how muscular his legs would appear underneath the fabric.

The two of you had downed a few more drinks, your buzz increasing as you felt yourself growing more and more desperate to be closer to William. The way he ran his hand through his hair, his smile as he spoke and the occasional laugh he’d let out. You’d hoped he couldn’t see it written on your face how much you wanted him, but you weren’t sure how much longer you could control the thoughts running through your mind.

“Do you dance?”

His hand rested on your thigh, reaching for your fingers as your hands then intertwined. A smile on his lips as his thumb traced circles over your skin.

“Mmm, I do dance. I can’t say I’m good, especially after so many drinks.”

William laughed at your drunken words, standing up as he tucked some hair behind your ear.

“Well what if I keep a hand on you, to hold you steady?”

You looked up at him with lust filled eyes, playfully biting your lip as you rose to your feet to join him.

“I think you’re gonna have to hold me pretty close.”

“Then I won’t take my hands off you.”

William winked before he took your hand and led you to the dance floor, finding a spot for the two of you as he spun you around before bringing your bodies close together.

Your hands wrapped around his neck, fingers playing with his hair as two moved along to the music. His hands resting at your waist as he felt his heart racing with you so close to him. Trying to control his desire to let his hands roam your body and see how far you’d let him go before you turned him down.

But little did he know you were more than willing to explore his desires. Wanting to feel his hands all over you, to have his lips on yours.

“For someone who said they’ve had quite a few drinks, you’re moving pretty well on your feet.”

William smirked down at you as you rolled your eyes, turning away from him as you brought his arms around your waist, backing up so your ass was pressed against him.

“Oh don’t act like you don’t want to hold onto me.”

He laughed in your ear as the two of you were now grinding rather than simply swaying to the beat. The tension building as you’d tried to not seem desperate to be closer to him, but needing him to know you were open to take this as far as he also wanted.

“Oh trust me, I want to do more than just hold you. Like I said, I’m trying to make the last night of your trip the best night.”

You leaned your head back on his shoulder, smiling as one of his hands kept a hold on your waist while the other moved your hair from your neck. Exposing the skin to him as you felt his lips brush over your skin, his nose tickling your ear causing you to slightly flinch.

“The best night of my trip huh? You think you’re gonna be able to do that?”

William chuckled in your ear, loving the cockiness in your voice, as if proposing a challenge to him. To which he gladly accepted, not willing to back down from you. Wanting to follow through on his promise of making this the best night of your trip.

“I don’t want to sound cocky, but I can guarantee you won't be able to walk tomorrow once I have my way with you.”

His words send a wave of need throughout your body, the mystery of not knowing what would be in store being enough to have you ready to leave with him immediately. Knowing he had you wet on this dance floor solely from his words, the idea of what he’d do to you once he had you in private made you weak in the knees. Glad he’d had a steady hold on your waist, pressing your ass firmly against his crotch which you’d tried not to pay attention to as you felt him growing hard behind you.

“Is that a threat? Or a promise?”

He placed a kiss to your neck, softly biting at the skin before licking over the spot to soothe it. Earning a soft moan from you as you felt chills shoot up your spine at his lips against your skin.

“Why don’t we get out of here and you can find out?”

The invitation was all you needed, taking his hand in yours as you pulled him from the floor. Stopping back at the booth where your friends had been loving the fact you’d finally found someone to hopefully get you laid. Admiring the gorgeous man at your side as you asked them for your bag.

“Don’t wait up girls!”

You blew them a kiss as you quickly exited the club, hand in hand with William as you had no clue where you were headed. You and your friends had been sharing a room, so you hoped William had a room to himself that you two could occupy.

He noticed you looking left at right, appearing at your side as he snaked a hand around your waist. Pulling you into his chest as he began peppering your face with kisses.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get a cab.”

You grabbed his face as you pulled his lips to yours, kissing him for the first time as you couldn’t handle the anticipation anymore. Tongues fighting for dominance as one of his hands gripped your ass while the other held you close to him. You bit his lip as you pulled away, blushing with a smile on your face as he tried to catch his breath. Your hand reached for his as a cab pulled up, William opening the door for you to climb in.

“How long is the drive?”

He smirked down at you, sensing how badly you needed him to touch you again. His hand resting on your thigh, slowly making its way higher to dip beneath your skirt.

“Someone is impatient huh?”

You felt goose bumps covering your skin as his fingers slipped under your skirt, brushing over the fabric of your thong to feel how much you’d already soaked them. A smirk on his lips, loving the idea of how wet you’d been all night just for him.

“Fuck, you’ve been this wet for me all night? I love that.”

His lips crashed back down onto yours while his fingers pulled the fabric of your thong to the side, as he traced along your slit. A soft moan escaping your lips only to be swallowed by William. Your thighs instinctually spread to give him more access, William taking that as his sign to go further. His thumb slowly circled your clit as he slipped his fingers past your folds. A sharp gasp escaping your mouth as your hand instinctively pulled him deeper into the kiss, trying your best to muffle any sounds that were threatening to come from you.

William’s growing erection pressed against the zipper of his pants as he felt you soaking his fingers, loving the feeling of your juices coating his hand. Catching you off guard he suddenly pulled them from you, bringing them to your mouth as he broke the kiss. You gladly accepted his fingers into your mouth, sucking your juices from them as he bit his lip.

“Mmm good girl.”

The cab came to a halt and William handed the driver some cash before he pulled you from the backseat. You were pulling your skirt down as you climbed from the cab, hoping no one was able to tell what the two of you had just done, though also not caring as you were craving more from him.

His hand held yours tight as he pulled through the crowded street up to his hotel, secretly hoping the two of you would get lucky with an empty elevator ride to his floor. William desperately needing to have his way with you, pressing the button to close the doors just as quickly as they’d opened for you.

“Floor twenty.”

He instructed you on which button to press before you felt his hand pull you towards him. Pinning you against the wall you could feel how hard he was, a smirk coming across your lips knowing you’d gotten him so worked up. One of his hands sneaking back under your skirt as the other found its way to your throat, lightly tightening his grip as he stole a kiss from you. His eyes searched yours for any sign of hesitation or nervousness, but all he saw was lust and desire.

“You trust me baby girl?”

All you could manage was a slight nod of your head as the ding of the elevator snapped William out of his thoughts. He took your hand as he hurried the two of you down the hall, fumbling with the key as he couldn’t wait any longer to have you all to himself.

Tossing the key on the dresser he pulled you further into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed as you joined him. Straddling his waist as he lifted your skirt up to your hips, your hands tangling into his blonde locks as your tongues fought for dominance.

He let out a low groan at the feeling of you grinding your hips down onto him, signaling his approval with a smack on your ass. The sound echoing throughout the room as you winced at the slight sting, Williams hand resting on the sore spot as if to soothe it.

“You’re so fucking sexy, I hope you’re ready for everything I wanna do to you.”

His voice was low and laced with desire, he needed you in every way possible. Your mind racing at the things this man had in store for you, and knowing you’d do just about anything he asked left you practically begging him to continue.

Normally you weren’t one to explore different kinks or fantasies in the bedroom, your last boyfriend being more on the vanilla side of things. Which was fine, it got the job done. But something about William, his clear want to have his way with you and explore the limits a stranger would let him go, it brought out a side of you that you were ready to explore.

“Oh yeah? Well let’s see it then, I want everything you’ve got.”

He bit his lip at your words, his cock twitching in the confines of his pants hearing you say you wanted everything. And with that stamp of approval, he was ready to give you just that.

“Take these clothes off and get on your knees. Let’s see how bad you want it.”

Quickly you’d stepped out of your skirt, making sure to give him a good view of your ass that was now sporting a bright red handprint from him. William pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the side before resting back on his hands as he watched you strip for him.

His tongue darted out over his bottom lip as he smirked the mark he’d left on your ass, his hand falling to palm him bulge that was painfully pressing against the seam of his pants and needing to be freed.

Pulling your top over your shoulders, you tossed it to the side as you rested your hands on his thighs, finding your place on the floor in front of him. On your knees as he instructed while he looked down at you with eyes full of need.

Standing up from the bed he’d undone his belt with a quick flick of his wrist, then following suit with the button and zipper. Guiding his pants down his legs as you admired his build, your hands running up his thighs as you desperately needed to see what he was hiding underneath his briefs. Though the bulge in them was clearly telling you that he’d be plenty big enough for you and there would be nothing to complain about.

His thumb traced over your bottom lip as a slight chuckle escaped him, seeing how you eyed his bulge knowing you were surely soaked at the sight of his size.

“You’re cute when you’re needy, and I’m gonna make you beg for every inch of me.”

His words had you dripping, the anticipation for what was to come almost being too much as all you wanted was to get his briefs off of him and his length inside of you. But William wasn’t going to make this so simple. He’d finally discarded his briefs, his cock springing free as it lapped against his stomach. You felt your pussy throb at the sight of it, not only the length but its girth. Trying to anticipate the feeling of lowering yourself onto him and how he’d stretch you out. But you knew nothing could prepare you for that.

He slowly stroked himself as he took your chin in his other hand, guiding your mouth to line up with his length as you willingly offered. A low groan escaping his lips as the feeling of your lips wrapped around him, his hands immediately gripping at your hair as he couldn’t help himself. His hips slowly moved to match the rhythm as you bobbed your head up and down, slightly gagging each time his tip hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck yes, I wanna hear you choke. Just like that.”

Picking up your pace his hips moved to match, his grip tightening in your hair but the pain only felt like pleasure as he held you in place as his cock filled your throat. His breath sharp as he slightly twitched, feeling you deepthroat him, your eyes slightly tearing up as your nails dug into his thighs.

He pulled your mouth from his cock with a groan, already missing the feeling of your lips around him as he picked you up. His hands gripping your ass while his lips crashed back onto yours. Arms wrapped around his neck as your nails scraped along his back, making him hiss at the feeling but he loved it. Wanting you to show him how good he made you feel through the evidence you’d leave on his skin.

He laid you down on the bed, eyes roaming your body as he licked his lips with anticipation, stopping to see the wet spot that had formed through the fabric of your thong. His cock twitching at the sight, desperate to be buried deep inside of you.

“Do you always get this wet?”

His smirking face between your thighs almost made you nervous, instinctually pressing your thighs together to hide yourself from him as if it were a bad thing. But William quickly pulled them apart, reassuring you it was nothing to hide from. His fingers hooking under the tiny straps that sat on your hips, pulling the fabric from your body as he was met with your glistening folds.

“Dirty little thing soaking your panties like that for me.”

His lips pressing kissed along your thighs, teasing you as his mouth was covering every inch of you except where you needed him most. Your hips instinctually adjusted as if to give him the hint, though he could tell from your eyes just how desperate you were for him to taste you.

“Talk to me baby girl. Daddy is gonna make sure you get exactly what you want.”

The way the pet name for you rolled off his lips surely had the sheets soaked beneath you. His slight accent mixed with the cockiness in his voice sent shockwaves down your spine as you could hardly wait any longer, his teasing becoming unbearable.

“I want you to taste me, please.”

Your hand gripped at his hair as you tried to guide him towards your heat, your voice slightly whiny as you pleaded with him. But he loved it, inching closer towards you as you could feel his breath on your folds, goosebumps covering your skin as you’d swallowed in anticipation.

“Mmm, please what?”

“Please daddy.”

Your response was almost instant, making William chuckle at how you’d become putty in his hands. But he loved every bit of it, knowing he’d repay you with the pleasure you’d be feeling at the hands of his mouth in seconds.

Hearing daddy roll off your tongue was all it took as you gasped, his mouth immediately pressing to your clit as he wasted no time. His tongue worked wonders as your back arched, hands grabbing at his hair so tight you were sure he’d lose strands.

“Fuck, oh my-shit!”

He chuckled at your reaction, it only encouraged him to continue as he’d slipped two fingers between your folds. His cock twitching at how wet you’d gotten for him, his fingers matching the pace of his tongue as you felt your breath catching in your chest. Breathing heavy as you could feel your fingers tightening around him, eyes fluttering shut as you tossed your head back. Not able to form words as the only escaping your lips were whines and moans as he brought you to your peak, but not backing down.

He could feel you were already close, your hands dropping from his hair to grip the sheets as your thighs pressed tight to either side of his head. Your body shaking as you tried to push him away, the feeling was overbearing as his tongue continued its attack on your clit. Pulling his fingers from your folds, he’d wrapped both arms around your thighs, holding you still as his mouth took over.

The way he licked and sucked at your clit you were seeing black, and William couldn’t take his eyes off you. Seeing how overstimulated you were as you body shook beneath him, looking down at him through half hooded eyes as you bit your lip.

He’d let his thumb take the place of his mouth as he came up for air, kissing your thighs softly as he smirked up at you.

“You wanna cum baby? I can see it in your eyes.”

Nodding your head was all you could manage as your mind was blank, William moving his hand so his fingers could dip back inside you.

“Mmm, fuck. Such a pretty little slut getting soaked for me. How about you cum for daddy and then ride this cock?”

“Y-yes, I need your cock inside me. Wanna feel you stretch me out daddy.”

He loved hearing you dirty talk back to him, the fact that you made sure to tell him what you needed despite the work of his fingers making it hard for you to breathe let alone speak.

“As you wish baby girl.”

William chuckled before his fingers picked up their pace, thrusting in and out of you as his tongue found its way back to your clit. The sensation already close again as he barely gave you time to recover from the previous high.

Your back arched as your moans turned into soft screams, William pushing you over the edge as he made you ride out your orgasm. Soaking his fingers and mouth as he’d managed to make you squirt, catching you off guard as you looked at him shocked.

“Fuck, I-I’ve never done that before.”

Taking his fingers in his mouth to taste you as he cleaned them off he flashed a smile, climbing up the bed and lowering himself on top of you. His lips finding yours in a sloppy kiss as you felt his cock slightly brush against your folds, making you twitch at the sensation.

“It was so fucking sexy baby.”

His lips trailed down to your neck as he slid his tongue along your jawline before biting at your collarbone. Your head falling back only makes him reach up and wrap his hand around your exposed skin, slightly tightening his grip as he whispers in your ear.

“Now how about you get in my lap and we make you do it again?”

William swapped your places, pulling you into his lap as you straddled him, his hand reaching behind you to unhook your bra in one swift movement. Pulling the black laced undergarment from your arms as he threw it across the room. Immediately giving attention to your breasts as he’d been eyeing them all night, never imagining them to be as perfect as they were to him.

While he gave your chest some attention, you took your turn at leaving marks of your own down his neck, hands roaming his muscular chest and arms. Soft moans escaping his lips every time he felt your teeth nip at his skin, always followed by your tongue to soothe the red spots you’d left behind.

Slipping a hand behind you, you took his cock and slowly teased your folds. Desperately trying to make him wait but you couldn’t hold out any longer yourself, sliding down his length as your hands rested on his chest to brace yourself. Expletives pouring from both of you, feeling him stretch you out as his head fell back against the pillow. Hands sliding down your sides to grip at your hips, holding you steady as he needed a minute to compose himself with how tight you felt wrapped around him.

“Shit…”

“Yeah.”

He echoed your reaction as he attempted to guide your hips, urging you to ride him, which you happily obliged. William’s hands moving to grip your ass as you grinded against him, his hips occasionally bucking at specific movements you’d done.

“Bounce on it baby, show me how much you like it.”

“Mmm, I don’t like it, I love it.”

Following his request you leaned forward as your arms rested on either side of his head, bouncing your ass up and down on his cock as he groaned in pleasure.

“Fuck, just like that. Such a good girl, fucking ride me baby.”

A smack of your ass from him urging you to continue, your pace picking up as you could feel yourself already getting close to another orgasm.

“Shit, I’m already close. You feel too good, holy shit.”

William smirked at you before he quickly flipped you over onto the bed, keeping his cock buried inside you as you gasped. Caught off guard by the sudden switch of positions, but loving the feeling as he put one of your legs over his shoulder to have a better angle.

“Think we can make you recreate earlier? Gonna really push you to your limits baby. Can you take it?”

Biting your lip you nodded, fingers gripping the sheets tight as his hand fell to your clit, thumb rubbing vicious circles as your eyes rolled back. His free hand doing his best to hold you in place as you were already shaking.

“Come on baby, let’s see it, be a dirty little slut for daddy. I want you to soak me.”

His words were like drugs to your senses, the only thing you needed to reach your peak. That besides his cock and thumb that was working its magic making you tongue tied as you could barely form a response.

“William, I can’t take anymore, it’s too much.”

He could feel you tightening around him once again, knowing you’d gotten you so close. His thrusts now sloppy as his pace picked up, both with his cock and his thumb.

“Fuck, come on baby, I’m gonna cum for you. You’re so close, I can feel it.”

His voice almost a low growl as you watched his brow furrow, his own climax approaching. Reaching down you pushed his hand away, taking over the assault on your clit and giving him the ability to grip your hips and thrust into you. Hard and fast as his fingers surely broke skin, leaving bruised fingerprints in their wake as your hips bucked against him. Your hand barely able to keep its pace, the warmth building up as your back arched.

“Fuckkk!”

William pulled himself from you as he came, his seed covering your stomach as your own release coated his chest. A cocky grin on his face as he looked down at the mess the two of you had made. Your chest rising and falling rapidly as you tried to make sense of what had just happened. Vision blurry as you all you could muster was a, “holy fucking shit”.

William climbed off the bed, disappearing to the bathroom before returning with a towel to clean you off. Your body slightly twitching at the feeling of him touching you, you’d definitely be sensitive for an hour or so with how good he’d pleased you.

After discarding the towel he picked you up, ripping the soaked sheets from the bed before setting you back down on the drier surface of the mattress. At this point you didn’t care where he set you down, just needing to lay still and try to recover.

“You okay baby girl?”

He grabbed an extra blanket from the closet, laying next to you before he draped it over the two of you. His thumb brushing over the skin of your shoulder while his lips pressed soft sporadic kisses.

“Yeah, I um, wow. Fuck.”

William chuckled as he wrapped an arm around you, closing his eyes as your breathing finally slowed to match his.

“Told you I’d make this the best night of your trip.”

Playfully rolling your eyes you ran your fingernails along the skin of his forearm, relaxing in his embrace as you tried to imagine how you’d explain this to your friends.

“What about tomorrow, you think you could make that the best morning of my trip?”

#william nylander #william nylander fic #william nylander smut #william nylander x reader #william nylander x female reader #nhl imagine #nhl fics #hockey imagine #hockey fic #nhl fanfiction #nhl blurb #nhl smut #hockey smut #toronto maple leafs fic #willy nylander

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lvrhughes · 9 months ago

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A Little Fun | W. Nylander

pairing: William Nylander x f!reader

summary: Unintentionally hiding your relationship with Will can be fun, but tonight there's no more secrets

warnings: teasing, making out, inudenos of sex

word count: 1.6k

not my gif!

“You know we don’t have to-”

“It’s a little fun, Willy don’t lie!” The smile on your face with the words was enough to make every concern he had leave his body, leaning across the console to give you a kiss. One last kiss before dinner.

It was never meant to be a secret, it just became one. After a few dates, and night in, it was official but not public. The rest of the team still assuming you were still best friends, where it started. The first time out with Willy after getting together, nothing had changed, the dynamic the same, allowing everyone to assume nothing had changed. Finding entertainment in their obliviousness, you kept the facade, seeing how long it’d take for the team to notice. Suspicion arose and was shut down by the rest of the team, leaving you and willy to laugh about it at home.

“Hear me out,” he started, still leaning into you, “We don’t hide, we just act like normal. Kisses, you sit in my lap,”

“Will, we already do that.”

“Not the kisses!” you giggled at his answer, his dramatic groan.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yep, we’ll do that.” you could feel his smile when he kissed you, before running out of the car to open your door.

“M’lady.” he grinned, reaching his hand out for you to take.

“You’re so cheesy!”

He led the way in, holding your hand the entire time, quickly finding the team. Team drinks and dinner. It was a usual thing, the entire team and the wags, you too even before you and Willy started dating.

“They’re here!” Auston cheere, pulling William into a side hug, forcing Will to drop your hand. “How have you been?”

“Tone, you saw me yesterday.” Will deadpanned, reaching for your hand again, making you slightly smile at his clinginess.

“See but maybe in those 24 hours, you finally got some.” Auston grinned, slapping Will on the back. Earning a choked out laugh from Will, clearly thinking back to last night, earning a smack to the arm by you.

“Well, princess, did you get any?” the attention switching to you, the nickname that had stayed since the very first meeting.

“Hmm, yep.” you grinned, popping the ‘p’ at the end.

“What-” Auston, clearly not expecting the answer, choked on the water he was sipping, earning some pats from Mitch.

“Good for you.” Mitch grinned, staring at his best friend who sat beside him coughing.

“Hmm, it was very good, he really knew what he was doing.”

The words covering Will in red, earning some snickers from around the table.

“What’s up Will? You're all red, acting like it was you in her bed.” Micheal joked, turning Will an even darker shade of red.

The table was quiet for dinner, the food coming and silencing everyone after Micheal’s joke. Letting you and Will sit in peace for a bit, sitting curled into his lap. Grabbing whatever you wanted and making Will grab what you couldn’t, keeping your head against his chest most of the dinner. Sneaking kisses to his neck when no one was looking, leaving a hickey when everyone was too engrossed in the conversation to pay attention, earning groans in your ear, his head falling to your shoulder.

Then the drinks came, loosening the entire table up, people leaving to dance. The perfect time, dancing with Will.

“Will! Please we need to go dance!” you jumped up, grabbing his hands and pulling him.

“Slow, älskling.” he grunted after being pulled and almost tripped by you. Not having a second to catch up to your fast speed.

“It’s our song!” the words were rushed, much like your pace to the dance floor.

William knew it was, hearing the subtle music, letting you lead him to the floor. Following your lead when you went to slow dance with him, keeping his arms secure around you the entire time, letting you lean against him. He could see the other wags recording in the corner but he couldn’t care less, keeping swaying with you. You led him away after an hour, claiming to need another drink to pull him into a hallway to make out instead.

“You know, kärlek, we could be making out, out there.”

“That’s too much PDA.”

“So you shove me in a hallway instead?” he grinned, no harm in his tone.

“Exactly.” you whispered, kissing him again, letting your hands run through his hair, earning a groan into the kiss.

“We should go home.” he mumbled, still pressed against your lips.

“We just got here!”

“No we didn't, we've been here long enough.”

“Keep it in your pants Will.”

“Weren’t you just saying how good I was in bed?” the words earning smack to his arm and being drug back to the table.

“Shut up.” you groaned, seeing the smirk on his lips still, pushing him in a chair to sit on his lap, wiggling around a bit for him to grip your hips.

“Still.” the words were a growl, his eyes were filled with lust.

“What?” his eyes narrowed at the innocent act, earning a tighter grip.

“Don’t.” another growl, his tight grip giving you no space to move, letting out a whine at the lack of freedom.

“Willy let go!” you groaned, trying to shift. Earning a breathy groan from Will.

“Stop.” he loosened his grip, letting you slip off his lap.

“Are we sure they aren’t dating?” Auston spoke from the other side of the table, shocking you, not seeing him come back.

“No”

“Nope”

“Not a clue”

A collective answer of no following his question, earning a laugh from you and will, still never answering.

The night continued, similarly, sneaking off with Will to make out, more dancing and more drinks. Your filter disappears with the drinks, speaking more freely, acting on impulse.

“Willy” you groaned, reaching at his walking away figure, “Don’t leave me.”

“Älskling, I’m getting you water.”

Taking him by surprise when you practically jumped onto him, kissing the edge of his mouth. Making him turn to the side to kiss you properly, letting your hands reside in his hair.

“Älskling, what’re you doing?”

“Kisses.”

“Everyone, out in public, my darling we are in the middle of the bar with all our friends around.”

“Oh.” The response earned a questioning look.

‘What’s up? Do you not want to be seen with me?”

“No.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“You were my secret, I want to keep you only mine.”

“Oh min kärlek, I’ll always be only yours.” he whispered, kissing the side of your head.

“Promise?”

“Promise.” letting him leave to the bar to get water, claiming Will’s seat alone in the meantime, sitting with Auston, Mitch, Steph, and Micheal.

“Are we really going to ignore that?” Auston was clearly watching tonight.

“Ignore what?” Mitch asked, turning away from Steph.

“They just, almost kissed…?” the sentence came out sounding very confused earning a laugh from you.

“Who?”

“God, Mitch, keep up! Princess and Will.” Micheal groaned.

“Oh that’s normal, I don't know why you're talking about it.” Mitch commented, returning to steph.

“Here, älskling.” Will returned, handing you a cup of water. “Drink up.” he said, kissing the side of your head, standing behind you.

“See he doesn’t call any of us things in Swedish!” Auston’s complaint admit.

“That really what you want, dumhuvud?” Will smirked, earning a slap from you.

“Be nice.” Will laughed at your scolding, knowing the word from being taught by Will. Laughing in response, lifting you up, sliding to sit before placing you back on his lap.

Soon the rest of the team came trickling back, sliding in empty seats, dramatically claiming exhaustion. Starting random conversations again, curled on William’s lap, gently kissing his chest from time to time.

“Hey Will,” Zach called, earning a ‘hmm’ back from your boy, “What’s on your neck?” the words gaining the attention of the table, all the team coming over to see, chirping him immediately.

“Aye Willy got some!” similar cheers from other boys around the table, Will’s face covered in a deep blush, your face buried in his chest in an attempt to ignore the team.

“So you want to tell us about it?”

“No.” Will’s response was short, earning some laughs, earning some glares. But the team let it go, leaving you to tease Will some more. Kissing his neck, leaving more hickeys.

“Sluta.” he groaned, pushing you back slightly.

“Nej.” He didn’t say anything, leaning in to kiss you, his arms around your waist keeping you tight against him.

“LOOK!” Auston practically screamed at the scene. Earning some glares from other tables and confused looks from the team. “Princess and Will! I was right!” he was still oud, pointing at the scene, earning some eye rolls.

“Aus, this is not that revolutionary.” Mitch groaned.

“But none of you said anything, why was I the only one?”

“Because they already acted like a couple, we knew it was coming!” Zach complained, leaning back in his chair.

“So you’re done yelling at us?” The question was sarcastic, earning an eye roll from Auston and laughs from the others.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Auston whined, earning a smack from John and some mumbled ‘stop whining your not a child anymore’

“We meant to but we forgot? I mean nothing changed and then it became a game.” Will tried to explain, earning some laughs as he explained how you guys would make it a game.

The night ends peacefully, stealing more kisses now, getting interrogated about your relationship, childish groans from Mitch and Auston realizing that you were talking about each other in bed.

#mads writings!#william nylander #willy nylander #william nylander x reader #william nylander imagine #toronto maple leafs #nhl imagine #nhl oneshot #this was written when bunts was still there💔

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youflowerr-youfeast · 22 days ago

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Lavender Haze (NH13) - Chapter Two.

a/n: HIIII! I am so sorry it has taken so long - but!! Welcome to chapter two!!! I am so sorry if there are any mistakes - it was defs proofread after a few wines. and ALSO thank you so bloody much for all of your kind word and support! Inbox is always open!! Let me know what you think! Also - I know it's giving slow burn, but you gotta be patient with our Sofia, she's - healing -

** Content warning: death, grief. **

7.6k words

May 15th.

The morning light streamed through her bedroom window as Sofia ran a hairbrush through her hair, the golden glow highlighting the stubborn baby hairs she couldn’t tame. Her thoughts drifted as she worked, fingers combing through her hair in an attempt to make it sit just right.

She hadn’t seen her neighbor in over a week.

It wasn’t like she’d been looking for him. But then again, it wasn’t like she hadn’t been looking for him either. His absence felt more noticeable, especially after the flowers. She’d left them on her counter for days, unsure what to do with them until the petals began to wilt.

Eventually, she’d come to terms with tossing them, though their soft lavender hue seemed to linger in her mind, along with all her unanswered questions. Was it normal for him to disappear like this? Where did he go? What did he do when he wasn’t here?

Sofia sighed, placing the hairbrush down with a soft clink. She caught her reflection in the mirror and tried to redirect her thoughts, focusing instead on the day ahead—anything but her tall, dark, and handsome neighbor, who had seemingly vanished.

She grabbed her bag from the chair by her dresser, double-checking it for her essentials: wallet, keys, and the stack of lesson plans she’d thrown together late last night. A stray folder stuck out awkwardly from the side pocket, and she tucked it in with a sigh, mentally adding “organize paperwork” to her ever-growing to-do list.

Her lunch sat waiting in the fridge, neatly packed in a reusable container. She plucked it from the shelf and dropped it into her bag before grabbing a banana for the road. As she moved through the small kitchen, her eyes drifted to the living room wall she now knew she shared with him—a habit she hadn’t quite shaken over the past week.

Sofia shook her lingering thoughts loose and sipped her coffee, the warm bitterness grounding her as she glanced at the clock. “Okay, ten minutes,” she muttered to herself, finishing her drink before setting the mug in the sink.

Shoes on, coat in hand, she made one last sweep of the apartment. Her gaze lingered on the lavender flowers in her trash bin, petals crumpled and faded, before she turned toward the door, ready to embark on the day ahead.

By lunchtime, Sofia had cycled through reading time, snack break, and a minor clean-up effort after someone decided their applesauce worked better as finger paint. She leaned against the edge of her desk, sipping lukewarm coffee while scanning the room to ensure no one was trying to sneak their uneaten carrots into the rubbish.

Amelia popped her head into the room with her signature grin having snuck across the hall from her classroom.

“You surviving?”

“Barely,” Sofia replied, laughing. “If I have to broker another dinosaur versus robot treaty, I might lose it.”

“Oh, c’mon. There’s no debate. Dinosaurs every time,” Amelia quipped, her tone light but teasing as she stirred the pot.

Sofia rolled her eyes playfully. “Don’t let them hear you say that. The robot faction might stage a rebellion.”

Amelia laughed, “You’re probably right. Preschool politics are no joke.”

She leaned herself against the doorframe of Sofia’s classroom, arms crossed and a teasing smile on her face. “By the way, did you end up seeing your mysterious neighbor again? You know, the one you embarrassed yourself in front of?”

Sofia groaned, shooting her a look. “Why are you bringing that up now? I’m trying to forget about it.”

“Because it’s my job as your best friend,” she said with a smirk. “And let’s be honest, the mental image of you standing in his doorway, yelling at him for being loud - it’s too good to let go of.”

“I wasn’t yelling,” Sofia said, narrowing her eyes. “I was just being… firm.”

Amelia snorted. “Sure, firm. Whatever you say. So, have you run into him since then?”

“No,” Sofia admitted, letting out a little huff she didn’t mean to. “It’s been over a week, actually. I haven’t seen him at all.”

Amelia tilted her head, her curiosity piqued. “Weird. What do you think he’s up to?”

“No idea,” Sofia said with a shrug. “I mean we don’t know each other. He could be traveling for work or visiting family. Or maybe he just doesn’t spend much time at home.”

“Or,” Amelia said, smirking, “maybe he’s just hiding. Maybe he’s afraid after his big scary neighbour yelled at him to pipe down.”

Sofia rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, I’m sure he’s terrified of the girl who knocked on his door once and then burst into tears simultaneously.”

“You never know,” Amelia teased. “Anyway, I’m sure he’ll turn up eventually. Guys that leave your favorite flowers on your doorstep don’t just disappear into thin air.” With that, she smirked and made her way back across the hall to her classroom.

The day wound down in the usual blur of chaos—parents arriving, kids running out the door, and Sofia answering last-minute questions about forgotten lunchboxes and art projects. By the time the building emptied, her classroom was quiet again, except for the faint sound of a vacuum somewhere down the hall.

Sofia locked up her classroom and slung her bag over her shoulder, pausing for a moment to check she had all of her belongings before making her way down the hallway and out of the school.

Stepping outside, she pulled her coat tighter against the crisp evening air. It wasn’t far to her apartment, just a few blocks, and she always enjoyed the quiet walk after work.

The fading sunlight painted the streets in warm amber tones as she strolled past rows of townhouses and small shops.

The familiar brick façade of her apartment building came into view as Sofia rounded the corner, her bag weighing heavier on her shoulder after a long day. She adjusted the strap and exhaled, savoring the quiet of the early evening. The streets were lined with parked cars, their windshields glinting faintly in the last of the daylight, and the faint scent of someone grilling dinner drifted through the air.

She climbed the front steps slowly, digging into her coat pocket for her keys as she pushed through the main door.

As Sofia ascended the stairs to her floor, she let out a soft sigh, already anticipating the small comforts of home—kicking off her shoes, pouring a glass of wine, and pretending she didn’t have a million things to do before tomorrow.

But when she reached the landing, she froze.

Nico.

Her heart gave a small, unexpected jolt. He was standing in front of his apartment door, his shoulders tense and his hands fiddling with something in the lock. Around him was a chaotic pile of luggage.

She paused mid-step, her first instinct to retreat before he noticed her. But then he cursed under his breath, the sound carrying in the silence, and she realised he was struggling with his key.

“Everything okay?” Sofia asked, her voice cutting through the silence as she stepped closer.

Nico straightened, startled, and turned to face her. His expression was a mix of frustration and embarrassment as he held up the broken key. “Not exactly,” he admitted.

Sofia’s gaze flicked to the lock, where part of the key was still lodged. “Oh,” she said, wincing. “That’s not ideal.”

“You’re telling me,” Nico replied, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve been at this for fifteen minutes, and it’s not budging.”

She stepped closer, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked between the broken key and the lock. “Do you have a spare?”

“Inside,” Nico said with a dry laugh. “Which is just about as helpful as this.” He held up the useless half of the key in his hand.

Sofia smirked faintly. “Right. So, what’s the plan? Are you going to fight the door until it gives in?”

“That was my first idea,” Nico replied, leaning against the wall. “Plan B was to stare at it until it feels bad and opens itself.”

“Solid strategy,” she said, her tone wry as she reached for her phone. “Or—and hear me out—we could call a locksmith.”

“Probably smarter,” Nico admitted, crossing his arms. “But only slightly.”

Sofia shot him a look with a small grin. She tapped the screen of her phone, looking up a number to dial. She put the phone to her ear. The conversation was quick, but as she listened to the locksmith on the other end, her brow furrowed. When she hung up, she turned back to Nico, her lips pressed together in a sympathetic line.

“Bad news,” she said with a sympathetic frown. “They can’t get here until tomorrow morning.”

Nico closed his eyes briefly and let out a slow breath, dragging a hand down his face. “Of course. Perfect.”

“Do you have anywhere else you can go?” she asked, hesitating slightly, her voice soft.

Nico let out a slow breath, his gaze flicking to his pile of luggage before meeting hers. “I mean, I could probably crash at a friend’s place, but…” He trailed off, dragging a hand down his face. “I’m exhausted. The thought of hauling all this around again tonight just… no.”

Sofia nodded, her chest tightening at the sight of his tired expression. She didn’t know him well, but it didn’t take much to see that he was drained—physically and probably mentally.

“Well,” Sofia started, her voice hesitant, “if you don’t mind a couch, you can… stay here.” She pointed towards her door.

Nico blinked, clearly caught off guard. His tired gaze softened as he straightened slightly. “You’re serious?”

Sofia nodded quickly, though her cheeks flushed, and she fidgeted with the strap of her bag. “Yeah. I mean, it’s not ideal, but it’s better than staying out here with all your stuff. Unless you’d rather—”

“No, no,” he interrupted gently, a small, grateful smile tugging at his lips. “That’s… really nice of you. I just don’t want to impose.”

“You’re not,” she said, her words rushing out a little too fast. “I mean, it’s just for tonight, right? So it’s not a big deal. Totally fine.”

Nico chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. “You sure? You seem a little… unsure.”

Sofia swallowed, gripping the strap of her bag a little tighter. “No, it’s fine,” she said quickly, forcing a small smile. “Just, uh… unexpected, I guess.”

Her words felt clumsy, and she hated how self-conscious she sounded. But she wasn’t used to this—to being in close quarters with someone like him. Someone who's easy confidence felt foreign compared to the awkward, brittle experiences she’d had in the past.

Nico studied her for a moment, his expression softening. “I don’t want to put you out,” he said, his tone quieter now. “I can figure something else out if it’s too much.”

“No,” Sofia blurted, shaking her head quickly. “It’s not… I mean, it’s fine. Really.”

Her cheeks burned, and she turned toward the door, fumbling with her keys just to have something to do. “Let’s just get you inside before someone complains about your luggage blocking the hallway.”

“Alright,” Nico said gently, the hint of a smile returning. He picked up one of his bags and followed her into the apartment.

Sofia pushed open the door and stepped inside, holding it open for Nico. “It’s, uh, not much, but make yourself at home,” she said softly, her voice carrying the faintest edge of nervousness.

As Nico stepped through the threshold, his expression shifted. The hallway outside, dim and utilitarian, was immediately forgotten as he took in the space. It was small but radiated warmth, the kind of place that made you feel like you could sink into it and stay for hours.

The living room was the heart of the apartment, bathed in the soft glow of a few different antique lamps, their warm light casting a cozy ambiance over everything. The furniture was an eclectic mix that somehow worked together perfectly: a blush-pink armchair sat near the window, its velvet upholstery slightly faded but loved. The couch, a muted sage green, was piled with pastel cushions in different textures—knitted, embroidered, and quilted—each one seemingly chosen with care.

A coffee table, made from a repurposed vintage trunk, sat in the center of the room. Its surface bore the scuffs and scratches of a long history, now softened by the addition of a lace doily and a small collection of items: a few well-loved books, a glass vase holding dried lavender, and a half-burned candle in a ceramic holder.

The rug beneath it all was a faded blue with intricate floral patterns, worn just enough to feel soft underfoot. A stack of neatly folded blankets, all in muted tones, were piled in a small woven basket.

The walls were alive with art. A gallery of mismatched frames showcased botanical illustrations, photographs of places and people, and among them was a small canvas, tucked into a quieter corner, that Nico couldn’t help but think Sofia might have painted herself—soft brushstrokes of pastel pinks, blues, and yellows that looked like a sunrise or a dream.

Bookshelves flanked one side of the room, crammed with novels, cookbooks, and a few vinyl records stacked haphazardly next to a vintage record player.

A pair of terracotta pots, each cradling leafy green plants, sat on the shelves, their vines trailing down like lazy rivers.

The kitchen, just visible through an arched doorway, was tiny but spotless. A small round table with two mismatched chairs, adorned with a floral tablecloth and a single candlestick. The counters were clutter-free, save for a light blue kettle and a ceramic jar labeled coffee.

Nico realized he was smiling, charmed in a way that was new to him. He had been expecting something ordinary—stark walls, a bland sofa—something similar to his apartment, but instead, he’d stepped into a place that felt soulfully lived-in. She had created an environment that whispered of patience, kindness, and quiet afternoons spent reading, painting, or just dreaming. It was a reflection of her, he realized: soft around the edges, graceful without trying, and utterly unpretentious.

He turned, and there was Sofia, standing a few steps away, her posture slightly hesitant, as if unsure what he’d think. In the lamplight, he saw her as part of this tapestry: someone who preferred faded pastels to bold statements, who gathered objects with sentimental value rather than uniform style. It made him want to know her better, to hear the stories behind the chipped teacup on the shelf or find out where she’d picked up the watercolor of that sleepy seaside town.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. A soft hum from the refrigerator filled the pause, and somewhere outside, a distant siren faded into the quiet. Nico finally turned fully toward her, letting the spell of the apartment settle into his voice as he said, “It’s really beautiful. Your place, I mean.” He kept his tone gentle, not wanting to spook the subtle, cautious energy she carried.

Sofia’s eyes briefly darted around, as if double-checking her own home through his gaze. “Thanks,” she managed, her voice a touch shy but steady enough. “I’ve collected things over time… just stuff that makes me happy.” She shrugged lightly, smoothing an invisible wrinkle from the front of her sweater. “I guess it’s a bit… cluttered.”

Nico took a careful step forward, scanning the layers of texture and color without judgment. He didn’t see chaos. He saw care. “I don’t think that’s the right word,” he said gently, taking in more of the room. “It feels more like it’s all been gathered here for a reason. Like every piece matters.” He paused, catching her eye. “It’s got your personality. I can tell you love what you’ve collected.”

Sofia’s cheeks warmed, and her shoulders lowered the tiniest bit. “That’s… nice of you to say,” she murmured, fingers grazing the arm of her pink armchair.

“I’m really glad you shared it with me.” Nico’s voice was quiet, almost as if he were worried about disturbing the calm warmth drifting through the room.

Sofia swallowed gently, her throat tight with a blend of uncertainty and resolve. She wanted him to feel welcome—that was the point, wasn’t it? The sincerity in his voice, the way he held her gaze, it all worked at untying the knots inside her chest, one by one.

“I’m… glad, too,” she managed, her voice softer than she expected. Her cheeks still felt warm, and the subtle scent drifting from the dried flowers on her coffee table seemed suddenly more pronounced.

She took a step closer to the kitchen’s threshold, as if to anchor herself to something solid. “If you… need anything,” she began, then hesitated, her fingers twitching nervously at her side, “I mean—are you hungry? Or thirsty?” She added the questions in a gentle rush.

Nico took in the delicate pattern of the tablecloth he could glimpse beyond her shoulder, the mugs arranged in neat little rows. All of it spoke of care, of a certain softness she carried inside her.

“I could go for some water, if that’s okay,” he said, not wanting to overwhelm her with demands, not wanting to trample the careful peace she’d built here. He offered a reassuring half-smile. “Don’t go to any trouble.”

Sofia’s expression shifted, a slight frown of mild reproach crossing her features. “It’s really not trouble,” she insisted, her voice gentle but firm. The blush on her cheeks deepened as she realized she might sound a bit assertive, but she pressed on before the moment slipped away.

Moving toward the kitchen she flicked on the light and filled a tumbler with cool water from her fridge.

As she turned back, she caught the subtle lines of weariness on Nico’s face. He looked as though he’d been running on empty, and she found her heart softening at the thought of him standing in that hallway, unable to enter his own home. Offering the glass, she managed a slight smile. “Here you go.”

But before he could take a sip, a new question rose to her lips, surprising even herself with its directness. “Have you eaten?” she asked gently. “Dinner, I mean. I can put something together, or I think I have some leftover pasta?”

Nico paused, the glass still hovering near his mouth. Her offer took him by surprise, and for a second he considered his options. He wasn’t starving, exactly—he’d grabbed a sandwich hours ago—but her tone was so earnest, so genuinely caring, that refusing outright seemed almost rude.

“Only if it’s not too much trouble,” he said softly, lowering the glass. A faint, playful smile touched his lips. “I mean, I’m not going to say no to leftover pasta.”

She tipped her head just enough so he couldn’t see the small smile curving her lips, as if taking a moment to steady her nerves before speaking again. “Alright, leftover pasta coming right up,” she said, voice more assured than before. She moved back toward the kitchen and he slowly followed her so he could assist if she needed him to. The mint-green cabinets and mismatched plates on the open shelves had never seemed like a big deal to her, just part of her everyday life. But now, knowing he’d be eating something she’d prepared—even if it was just reheated dinner—made her notice every detail of her kitchen: the soft hum of the fridge, the subtle scent of basil lingering from the last time she cooked. As she opened the fridge, she cast a quick glance over her shoulder. Nico hadn’t moved much, his tall frame still near the counter, water glass in hand. He looked more at ease now, no longer quite so wary, and the smallest crease of a smile lingered around his mouth. Something about that eased her own nerves. He wasn’t here by choice, not exactly—locked out and stranded—but at least he didn’t look unhappy about how the night was unfolding.

She found the leftover container, popped it open, and transferred a portion into a small saucepan. A quiet hiss sounded as the burner clicked on and the metal warmed beneath her hand. With a wooden spoon, she stirred slowly, letting the sauce loosen with a bit of water and a drizzle of oil.

“Hope you don’t mind penne,” she said over her shoulder, her tone light, “It’s nothing gourmet, but it’s edible and a hot meal.” Her lips twitched at her own self-conscious joke, and she turned slightly so he could see the shy humor in her eyes.

“Edible and hot works for me,” he responded with a sweet smile, his dimple popping ever so slightly at her dry attempt of humour. The scent soon began to bloom—warm and herbaceous. It wasn’t much, just a leftover meal made modestly appetizing, but it felt meaningful in its own small way. After all, what was hospitality if not trying to make someone’s night a bit better than the hallway they’d been stuck in?

Nico shifted slightly, leaning a hip against the counter, his gaze skimming over her space as if trying to memorise the comforting details of her world.

She reached for a bowl—a shallow one with a faint floral pattern swirling around its edges—then spooned the pasta in, topping it with a whisper of grated cheese. Perfectly imperfect, she thought, cradling the bowl for a moment before passing it over. When Nico took it, their fingers didn’t quite touch, but the closeness felt charged all the same.

Their eyes met briefly and Sofia wondered if he could sense the quiet tremor beneath her calm exterior. The hush of the apartment stretched between them, filled not with awkwardness, but with a kind of gentle expectancy.

Nico lowered his gaze to the steaming pasta, then looked back up with a small, genuine smile. It wasn’t a grin of politeness or formality—rather, it carried the warmth of someone who truly appreciated her gesture. “This looks great,” he said softly, and the low timbre of his voice made her heart dip and rise in an odd, fluttery way.

“Not too fancy, I know,” she murmured, stepping back to let him settle. A touch of self-consciousness crept into her tone, but not enough to overshadow the earnest kindness she offered. “I hope it’s okay.”

“I’m pretty sure leftover pasta never looked this appealing,” he replied, lightness dancing in his eyes. His sincerity felt tangible—no forced compliments, just the honest appreciation of a man unexpectedly comforted by a stranger’s kitchen.

Sofia folded her hands together at her waist, then remembered her manners. “Feel free to sit,” she said, her voice a shade quieter. She gestured toward the small wooden table. A half-burned candle and a tiny succulent inhabited the tabletop, tiny guardians of many solitary evenings. To invite him to that table felt like offering him a glimpse of her routine—the place where she sipped tea and read after long days, where she planned lessons and wrote grocery lists.

Nico nodded, taking the few steps needed to reach it. He settled into one of the chairs, setting the bowl down carefully. When he lifted his gaze again, she was still watching him, her posture a delicate blend of readiness and uncertainty. There was a softness in her expression he found comforting—no demands, no assumptions, just a gentle willingness to make him feel at home.

“Thank you,” he said again, the words simple but weighted with more than just gratitude for a meal. His voice bridged something unspoken in the space between them, acknowledging the unusual nature of this encounter. He lifted the fork, tasted the pasta, and nodded with quiet approval. “It’s perfect.”

Sofia hovered near the counter a moment longer, watching him settle into the quiet rhythm of his meal. He didn’t seem uncomfortable; in fact, he appeared focused on the simple act of eating, as though savoring each bite. There was a contented look on his face, something close to relief. The sight made her smile softly, and for the first time since he stepped into her apartment, she felt less like a bundle of nerves and more like someone who could just… be.

Still, the energy of the day weighed on her shoulders and the back of her neck, and she was suddenly aware of how long it had been since she’d had a moment to herself. “I, um,” she began, catching her reflection in the window’s faint glass. The blush in her cheeks lingered, her hair a bit mussed from running her hands through it too many times. “I’m going to hop in the shower, if that’s okay,” she said, the words emerging in a gentle rush. “It’s been a long day, and I… well, I could use it.”

Nico looked up from the bowl, pausing mid-twirl of his fork. He nodded understandingly. “Of course,” he said. No questions, no odd glances, just the same calm acceptance he’d shown since entering her pastel world. “Take your time. I’m good here.”

She offered a timid half-smile, relieved he hadn’t found the request strange. “There’s more water in the fridge if you need it,” she murmured, gesturing with a slight tilt of her head toward the kitchen. “And I’ll be just down the hall if you need anything.”

Sofia slipped away, her footsteps quiet as she made her way down the short corridor. In her small bathroom, she flicked on the lights. They illuminated a delicate shower curtain—pale pink, patterned with subtle green leaves—and the neat row of bottles along the tile ledge. She turned on the water, testing it with her hand until it reached that perfect, soothing temperature. Her clothes came off and she stepped under the stream, letting the warmth and steam envelop her. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back, rinsing away the day’s tension.

Soon she emerged from the hallway in a set of pale blue pajamas scattered with tiny daisies, the soft cotton clinging gently to her fresh-from-the-shower warmth. Her hair, still damp, lay in loose waves around her shoulders, and though she tried to appear casual, there was a shy set to her posture—arms held close, hands lightly clasped. She paused near the doorway between the hall and the living area, as if double-checking the atmosphere before stepping fully into it.

Nico was on the couch, the now-clean bowl resting upside down on a folded dish towel he must have found beneath the sink. He’d taken the initiative to tidy up, and something about that small kindness made her heart beat a little faster.

His gaze lifted when he sensed her presence, and for a brief moment, he struggled to keep it respectful and level. Her pajamas were cute, undeniably so, and seeing her in them brought an unexpected feeling to the moment. He refocused quickly on her face, noting the gentle flush in her cheeks that matched the faint rose hue of the lamp’s glow on the wall. Something about the way she carried herself—the timid half-step into the room—tugged at a protective feeling inside of him.

“I, um… you all good?” Sofia asked softly, crossing the final steps into the living area. Her voice still held that careful politeness, but under it was a warmth that felt more natural now, as if layers of formality had been gently peeled back over the evening. She glanced at the cleaned bowl and then at him, eyes brightening with pleased surprise. “You cleaned up?” she noted, her tone both grateful and a little impressed.

Nico nodded, his own smile deepening. “Seemed fair,” he said quietly.

He wasn’t sure what else to say for a moment, so he let the silence stretch, comfortable enough not to fill it right away. Sofia took a cue from that silence and moved toward the armchair near his spot on the sofa, the lamplight catching on the subtle patterns of her pajama fabric.

She tucked one leg under the other as she settled down, maintaining a careful grace. Nico kept his eyes anchored on her face, determined not to let his curiosity roam lower. It wasn’t that he was blind to the pretty picture she made—it was simply that he respected her too much, especially after all her quiet generosity.

“Do you want any help making the couch into a bed?” she asked, tucking a damp strand of hair behind her ear. Her eyes flicked to the cushions, then back to him. “I think I have a spare quilt and some blankets I can bring out.” She paused, chewing lightly on the inside of her cheek before adding, “And—um—if you’d like some tea… I’ve got peppermint, chamomile, or just regular black tea with honey.”

Nico’s heart gave a small, unexpected twist. It wasn’t that she’d asked anything extraordinary—it was her tone, the caring simplicity of her questions, and the way she sat there, folded softly into her armchair, that had him feeling as though he were seeing something delicate and lovely. She looked so at ease in this space, her space, making an offer that was both practical and undeniably kind. The scent of her shampoo still lingered faintly in the air, and he wondered how anyone could be so naturally gentle.

He had to remind himself to answer. Clearing his throat quietly, he leaned forward just a bit, willing himself to keep his eyes on hers and not let them wander, not get lost in how well the pastel hues complemented her skin, how her features were softened further by the soft glow of lamplight. “You don’t have to fuss,” he said, keeping his voice low so as not to break the hush they’d settled into. “Really. Just being inside, having a place to rest, that’s already more than enough.”

He watched her expression carefully. There was a sincerity in her face that made him want to accept everything she offered, no matter how small. “But… if you don’t mind,” he continued gently, “a cup of tea would actually be nice.” He almost smiled at how modest he sounded—him, who usually had no trouble asking for what he needed. But here, he wanted to tread lightly.

“Peppermint?” she asked softly, the corners of her mouth lifting.

“Peppermint sounds great,” he replied. He watched her unfold herself from the armchair, moving with that same gentle grace toward the kitchen. He let his eyes follow her only briefly, but quickly looked away once he realised he was staring.

Sofia returned with two steaming mugs. Nico straightened a bit on the couch, watching her approach with quiet appreciation, and accepted one of the mugs with a grateful nod. She curled back into her armchair, legs tucked under her comfortably, her free hand stroking the armrest’s worn fabric.

“Thank you,” he said, taking a cautious sip. The warmth of the tea rose up to his face. “This will definitely hit the spot.”

She smiled, her shoulders relaxing. “Good. I’m glad.” A lull passed, not awkward, just a gentle pause in the rhythm of the evening.

“So,” Sofia ventured, cradling her mug close to her chest. She studied him a moment, noticing how he seemed more at ease now than when he first arrived. “You said work keeps you on the road a lot?” Her voice was soft, curious. She’d avoided prying too much before, but now it felt natural to learn a bit more about the unexpected guest in her home.

Nico nodded, resting an ankle over his opposite knee. “Yeah, I travel pretty often,” he said, his tone thoughtful. “It comes with the job.”

She tilted her head, eyebrows lifting slightly. “What kind of work do you do? If you don’t mind me asking.” Her lips curved into a reassuring half-smile, as if to say: You don’t have to tell me, but I’d like to know.

He hesitated, not out of secrecy, but because he rarely had to explain himself to someone who didn’t already know. “I play hockey,” he answered simply. “Professionally.”

Sofia’s fingers tightened slightly around the mug of tea she’d just set in her lap. His answer—“I play hockey”—should have been simple enough, but those words nudged a memory she normally kept tucked away, pressed between the pages of her past. She swallowed, working to keep her expression neutral as she tilted her head and offered him a small, polite smile.

“Professionally,” she repeated softly. There was a hint of awe in her tone, but beneath it a subtle shift: something a bit more distant, as though her thoughts had taken her elsewhere.

“So you’re traveling a lot, playing… what, in the NHL?” She asked it gently, her voice kept even, as if bracing for an answer that might sting more than it should.

Nico nodded, and something about his posture, the practiced humility in his eyes, suggested he was used to people knowing exactly who he was. But here, in front of Sofia, he had to explain. “Yeah,” he said, settling his tea on the coffee table. “I’m with the New Jersey Devils.”

He seemed poised, prepared for some reaction—recognition, excitement, maybe a flurry of questions about his fame. But Sofia’s reaction was subtle: her gaze dropped to her hands where she fiddled with the rim of her mug. She knew enough about hockey—more than she cared to remember—to understand how big that was. But the memories it stirred made her heart twist.

“My brother…” she began, voice almost too soft. She paused, forced herself to breathe. Nico’s eyes were on her, patient and curious. She lifted her gaze, offered a small, tight smile, the kind that didn’t quite meet her eyes. “He played hockey too. He was the captain of his college team.”

Saying it aloud brought an ache to the surface. She hadn’t expected to share this detail with him.

Nico leaned forward slightly at her words, intrigued but slightly oblivious to the sadness pooling behind her eyes. “Really? That’s great,” he said gently, his tone warming with genuine interest.

Sofia pressed her lips together, fighting the familiar sting in her chest. She had said it so simply: he was the captain. She hadn’t explicitly said he was gone, and Nico’s calm, encouraging expression told her he’d taken the statement at face value—that her brother still walked somewhere under stadium lights, still taped his stick before every game, still pulled on a jersey with a “C” stitched into its fabric.

“That must’ve been amazing, growing up and watching him play,” Nico said, making a small gesture as if passing an invisible puck between them. He tried to imagine her in the stands, cheering with family, maybe wearing her brother’s college team colors.

Sofia’s hand tightened around her mug. She forced a weak smile to cover the jagged ache in her chest. How easily he assumed a living present tense—do you watch him, must’ve been proud—and how hard it would be to correct him. A shiver of memory moved through her: her brother’s last game, the way he’d grinned at her afterward and ruffled her hair like always, the stands emptying as he lingered on the ice, making excuses to savor every second. And then the accident that tore that future away.

She swallowed, the peppermint scent of her tea suddenly too sharp. Her voice, when it came, was quiet and carefully measured. “I used to go to all his home games,” she said softly, truth and omission twined together. “He loved playing. I think wearing that ‘C’ on his jersey meant everything to him. He wanted to go further…” Her eyes flickered down, as if searching the floor for some steady ground.

Nico nodded, his smile soft with admiration. “Captains usually do. A lot of them dream about going pro, just like I did.” He paused, considering her brother’s path. “Where is he playing now? Did he keep going with it after college?”

The question hung in the warm air. It was such a simple inquiry—an innocent assumption that the story moved forward, that her brother stepped from college hockey into some next phase. Nico’s earnest interest made it harder to respond, but she knew she had to clarify.

Her heart beat thickly in her throat. She pulled in a slow breath, mustering courage. “He… he didn’t get the chance,” she managed. Her gaze lifted, meeting Nico’s eyes. The gentle lamplight caught unshed tears there, making them glisten, and Nico’s soft curiosity faltered into sudden concern.

Sofia cleared her throat, voice almost a whisper. “He passed away before he could try.” The words felt heavy on her tongue, and she offered them with as much calm as she could.

Nico stilled, the weight of her revelation settling immediately in the hush of the apartment. His breath caught, and his shoulders sagged slightly, as if absorbing the shock for her sake. He realized, with a pang of regret, that he’d pressed on too lightly, that his questions might have scraped at old wounds he didn’t know were there.

“I’m… I’m so sorry,” he said, voice low and full of quiet apology, understanding now the ache that underpinned her every word about her brother. He held her gaze, hoping to convey that he understood this was not just a story, but a piece of her heart that still hurt. He didn’t look away, offering no empty platitudes, just honest sorrow and respect for her loss.

Sofia’s tight smile trembled, then steadied. Her gaze drifted to the patterns on her rug.

“The night I, um…” She paused, took a careful breath. “The night I knocked on your door and yelled at all of you to keep it down—it was the anniversary of his death.”

Her words settled into the quiet space, their weight palpable. Nico’s eyes softened with understanding. He didn’t move, didn’t rush to fill the silence. Instead, he let her speak at her own pace, sensing that this was something she needed to say aloud.

“I’d been holding it together all day,” she continued, her fingers curling around the fabric of her pajama sleeve. “Trying to pretend everything was fine, going through the motions, doing my job, smiling for the kids at work. And then I came home to a silent apartment. And it felt so empty. I opened a bottle of wine, told myself I’d have just one glass.” She gave a shaky laugh, humorless and soft. “One turned into a few, and then the noise started next door. Loud voices, laughter… I just snapped. Something about all that life and sound and celebration was too much to bear that night.”

Nico’s heart twisted. He remembered that evening so clearly: her face flushed with anger, her words slurred slightly by the wine, but beneath the frustration and annoyance he now saw the grief. He wished he could have understood then what he knew now.

Sofia glanced up, meeting his gaze. The tears in her eyes didn’t fall, but they glistened, held in place by her quiet strength. “I’m not proud of it. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you or your friends. But I guess I was angry. Angry that the world keeps spinning, that people keep laughing and having fun, while he can’t. Angry that my life would never be the same.”

Nico leaned forward, setting his tea down, carefully trying not to break their fragile connection.

“I’m so sorry.” He wanted to say more, to tell her that her anger made sense, that anyone faced with such pain might lash out when confronted with reminders of what they’d lost. But he let the apology stand, simple and honest.

She offered a small nod, her expression distant for a moment as she wrestled with old memories and fresh regrets. “I remember thinking, after I went back to my apartment, that I’d embarrassed myself. But I was too raw to care that much. I just… I missed him. I still do, every day. The anniversary just makes it harder to pretend everything’s fine.”

The clock ticked softly, and the art covered walls seemed to hold them both in gentle sympathy.

Nico finally spoke, voice low. “I can’t imagine what that must feel like,” he said. “But I get it now. Why you were upset. Why that night mattered so much.” He hesitated, wanting to reassure her without sounding trite. “Your brother—he mattered. He still does. It makes sense that losing him on that day would stir up everything.”

Sofia’s lips curved into the faintest, sad smile. “Thank you,” she whispered. It wasn’t just gratitude for his understanding words, but for the space he gave her to be honest, for not turning this into a moment of pity or awkward apologies. “I don’t usually talk about him with… well, with people I don’t know well. But something about tonight, and about you—I don’t know, it feels safe. Like I can share this without worrying you’ll judge me.”

Nico’s chest tightened again, that gentle pull of empathy and admiration he’d been feeling all evening. “You can,” he assured softly. “I’m glad you trusted me enough to tell me.” He wanted to offer comfort, but he also knew she was strong on her own. Maybe just hearing her words, acknowledging her pain, was enough for now.

They fell quiet once more, letting the hush settle. Sofia’s eyes drifted to the picture frame on the shelf, the one containing her brother’s photograph. The memory still hurt, but tonight it hurt a little less—maybe because someone else knew and she wasn’t alone.

“You probably don’t know much about me,” Sofia said, speaking up, her voice a touch steadier now. “I mean, beyond the fact that I had a rough night and a brother who meant a lot to me.” She offered a small, self-conscious smile, fingers brushing the rim of her mug. “I’m a preschool teacher, actually.”

Nico’s posture shifted slightly, interest lighting his features. “A preschool teacher?” he repeated, a note of admiration in his tone. He set his own mug down carefully, as if savoring this new piece of information. “I can imagine that takes incredible patience.”

Sofia allowed herself a genuine smile. “More patience than I ever thought I had,” she agreed, a soft laugh following the admission. It felt good to move into this gentler territory. “But I love it. The kids—oh, they’re amazing. They’re curious about everything, and each day feels like a chance to show them how wide and wonderful the world can be.” She paused, warmth creeping into her voice. “They remind me that there’s still so much hope out there, even when things are hard.”

Nico nodded, absorbing her words. He tried to picture her surrounded by small children, helping them tie their shoes, guiding them through finger-painting, reading stories with animated voices. He could imagine how that environment might offer a kind of healing—an antidote to the heaviness she carried. “I respect that,” he said softly. “Finding a path that lets you make a difference and feel connected… it’s not something everyone manages.”

She dipped her head slightly, touched by the sincerity in his voice. “Thank you. It wasn’t exactly planned,” she confessed. “I ended up teaching after a lot in my life changed. I guess I needed something that felt meaningful, something that helped me move forward rather than staying stuck in old pain.”

Nico’s gaze flicked to the photograph on the shelf, then back to her face. He knew enough now to understand the subtext without pressing. “It sounds like it’s given you that,” he said simply. “You have this calm energy that I’m sure helps them feel safe.”

Her cheeks warmed at the compliment. There were many times she questioned her abilities—wondering if she was patient enough, kind enough, if she truly made a difference—but hearing it from someone who barely knew her gave it a unique weight. “I try,” she said, her tone modest.

After a few unhurried moments, Sofia shifted in her chair. The day’s emotions, along with the late hour, had settled into her muscles, reminding her that she needed rest. She gave a small, apologetic smile and rose to her feet, smoothing the front of her pajama top as she did so.

“I think I’m going to head to bed,” she said quietly, not wanting to disrupt the peaceful mood they’d found. Her eyes found his across the modest space. “It’s getting late, and tomorrow morning will come too soon, as always.”

Nico nodded, understanding perfectly. He leaned back against the couch, his posture easy, trying his best to keep his gaze respectful. “Of course,” he said gently. “You’ve had a long day.”

She took a step toward the hallway, then paused, turning back as if remembering something important. “Before I go…” Sofia hesitated for a heartbeat, then gestured toward a small cupboard near the bathroom door. “There are fresh towels in there if you want to take a shower. Soap and shampoo are on the shelf inside. And, well, the couch is all yours. Make yourself at home, okay?”

Nico looked at her, gratitude flickering in his eyes. It amazed him how thoughtful she continued to be, even after all they’d shared tonight. “Thank you,” he replied, voice soft. “I appreciate everything. Really.”

Sofia nodded, accepting his thanks with a faint, genuine smile. She pressed her lips together as if holding onto a last piece of kindness and, finding it unnecessary to say more, offered him a quiet “Good night” that was warmer than any drawn-out farewell.

“Good night,” Nico echoed, his voice carrying through the hush as she retreated into the dim hallway.

The soft click of her bedroom door eased into the silence, and he let out a slow breath. He wouldn’t intrude on her space more than he needed to, but the invitation to shower and settle in was a kindness he didn’t take lightly. He rose from the sofa to find the towels, and perhaps, a small measure of peace in the quiet hours before morning.

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From Completely Different Worlds - William Nylander

The Sweden Chapter - Part One

A/N - This is a continuation of the above mentioned series between William Nylander and Loren Girard. Link for the all previous chapters are here.

it is also an early birthday submission for my dear @misshoneyimhome in advance of her actual birthday in October. Since she has been a such a big part of this William x Loren journey, I wanted to dedicate these final parts to wrap up this story (for now at least) to her. I just hope I can get Part Two done in time 😉💕

As ever, thank you for taking the time to read, like, send in comments and asks. It's beyond encouraging and is very much appreciated. I hope you like these final parts.

Warnings/Notes - this goes along the lines of the Leafs, and William himself stating he suffered from migraines at the start of the playoffs. Additional warnings based on symptoms (severe headaches, nausea, vision impairment), profanity, allusions to sex/smut

Word Count 8.6k (sorry) 18+ only please.

Recap - In March of 2024, after meeting at the Easter Seals Skate charity event in Toronto, a bittersweet romance unfolded between hockey superstar William and personal support worker Loren. Their chemistry was undeniable, and they quickly fell for each other, creating a whirlwind between them that felt so incredibly right.

For Loren, each encounter with William felt like it might be her last with the hockey star. She approached their time together with a mix of excitement and caution, trying to balance a level of detachment. She knew his star was too big, too bright for a small-town girl working two jobs to pay the bills. Yet, she couldn't help but fully embrace the amazing person he proved to be.

As the NHL season progressed, William's performance on the ice—which had already been declining—became increasingly noticeable. The mounting pressure left him at a crossroads. Under intense scrutiny from both himself and the media, William made the difficult decision to limit distractions and focus solely on his game.

William and Loren parted ways with heavy hearts. Despite her attempts to remain detached from William's magnetism, the breakup deeply affected Loren, leaving her full of sadness. William, though seemingly despondent while delivering his decision to Loren, maintained a cool demeanor afterward, as if nothing outside the arena bothered him. Despite his scoring slump in the final stretch of games, William had already surpassed his career-best point total by a double-digit margin. He finished just two points shy of 100—an impressive season for him overall.

And so it went, the Toronto Maple Leafs would be facing the Boston Bruins in Round One of the Stanley Cup playoffs. The city seemed nervous but hopeful the team would be able to trounce the Bruins and make it to the second round of the playoffs for the second year in a row.

April, 2024.

As the season drew to a close, Loren couldn't bring herself to watch the Maple Leafs' final games when she turned them on for Gary during her shift at the group home. The team struggled against their remaining opponents and William’s lack-luster performances added even more discourse, leaving everyone seemingly wondering what had gone wrong in the end.

As always in Toronto, playoff season evoked either excitement about the possibility of winning more than two rounds or dread, as if the team were already doomed to failure.

Just before the playoffs began, Toronto media reported that William, citing an undisclosed issue, didn't skate with the team for their final practice held in Boston. His absence sparked speculation and worry among fans and sports analysts alike. The concern was particularly intense given that William did not seem to be playing through an injury and hadn't missed a single regular season game in years.

The timing of William's mysterious absence, coupled with his recent poor performance, fueled rumors about his physical state. Some speculated about a possible injury, while others wondered if the coach, Sheldon Keefe, was so livid about William’s poor performance in game 82 that Keefe was possibly benching him for Game One of the playoffs.

The speculation intensified when William was notably absent from the team's morning skate on the day of the crucial playoff opener. Fans and media alike were left wondering about the true nature of his situation, with theories ranging from a hidden injury to illness. The uncertainty surrounding William's status added an extra layer of tension to an already high-stakes game, leaving everyone questioning how the team would fare without one of its star players.

As the playoff game approached, the uncertainty surrounding William's status cast a shadow over the team's abilities to compete against their rival. The lack of transparency from the Maple Leafs organization only served to intensify the speculation, leaving everyone to wonder about the true nature of William's absence and its potential impact on the team's playoff performance.

As the media cries of “Where’s Willy” saturated every sports channel, Loren tried - and failed - to not get sucked into all of the inflammatory opinions that somehow showed up in some of her social media feeds. She tried to stay off of her phone altogether but with her new self-employment venture hitting the ground running, the use of her cell phone was a necessary evil.

As she scrolled through her notifications, a headline caught her eye: "William Nylander's Mysterious Absence: Injury or Something More?"

It certainly got her rattled.

Despite her best efforts to move on, she couldn't help but worry about William. The thought of him potentially being injured or facing some other issue made her realize that, despite everything, she still cared deeply for him.

She quickly reminded herself “not your sink, not your dishes” and resumed getting Gary ready to take him for a stroll in his wheelchair.

But sometimes, the nagging worry about what was going on with William got the better of Loren. She couldn’t stop her mind from thinking about why he appeared to be MIA at that moment. Even if she wanted to forget about it, she couldn’t because every Toronto media outlet that was in her feed was talking incessantly about it.

Later that evening as she slid into her bed, the “Where the F*ck is William Nylander” headline appeared on a reel for a popular hockey podcast that Loren occasionally listened to. The two ex-hockey players further fueled rumours surrounding William’s absence with saying he may have hurt his back in the “champagne room” of a Miami strip-club while celebrating the end of the season.

Loren’s heart dropped and shattered as she visualized William plowing a beautiful and stacked bombshell in the back room of a Florida strip bar. It was one possibility out of many, and Loren had to accept that.

Maybe it would have been better to have never met William in the first place.

Loren tossed and turned in her bed, unable to shake the intrusive thoughts about William. She knew she shouldn't care, that their relationship was over, but her heart refused to listen to reason. As she stared at the ceiling, she was completely consumed by regret and self-doubt.

The bitch of the situation was she still cared about what was going on with him. It was so out of character for him to miss a game, let alone the all-important Game One of the playoffs, and that fact gnawed at her conscience.

"Fuck's sake…" Loren muttered aloud.

With severe trepidation, she reached for her phone, her fingers hovering over William's contact information.

Loren typed a short message, apologizing for texting him, let alone sending it in the middle of the night. She simply wanted to know if he was going to be okay.

As she hit send, a wave of anxiety washed over her. She placed her phone face down on the nightstand, trying to calm the ache that had settled into her stomach, as she played the whole "will he/won't he" game in her head.

Loren lay there, cheeks blazing, mind racing and becoming more agitated with herself for being so fucking foolish with getting tied up with William. Why the fuck did she still care?

That question plagued her endlessly.

And she came back to the same conclusion. That's just simply who she is and what she does. She cares about people.

Just because William was more or less a memory at this point, she still needed to hear that everything would be okay with him—and hopefully soon.

Eventually, somehow, something in her musings lulled her to sleep.

The next morning, Loren awoke feeling tired and unsettled. She rolled onto her side and stared into the emptiness of her bed and throughout her bedroom. The quietness in her home, which she normally loved, bothered her this morning. She couldn't quite place why she felt so irritated—she had a much-needed day off with no pressing events on her calendar. She was caught up with errands and bill payments. She slept well, once she fell asleep that is. She had nothing in front of her that day to warrant her crusty mood.

Then it all came flooding back in her mind. Thoughts of William possibly blowing out his back after being serviced at a strip club. His poor performance. His absence. The fact that he still had never left her brain since they met, hung out, and broke up—with everything in between those moments still lingering too. She then remembered the text message she sent him.

Oh fuck… the text message….shit…..

Loren coached herself in her head. Okay, Loren. Just be prepared. Please be prepared that he may have blocked you. He may never respond. Please. Do not spiral if there’s no response.

She swiped her phone open. The text message icon appeared, indicating multiple messages received. They all had William's name attached to them, with the first messages being sent not long after she had fallen asleep.

Anxiously, she read each one. She had to read the messages multiple times as her sudden increase in blood pressure made her head ache and her eyes blur.

His messages were sent with a small period of time between each one.

He told her how glad he was that she reached out.

He told her he was okay but he had some “medical issues” going on

Then he told her not to worry.

Loren slowly laid back down resting her head on her pillow and closed her eyes. She laid her phone, screen side down once again next to her on the bed.

Placing her hand over her heart that was galloping, she tried to get a hold of every thought running wild in her head. Images that were a mix of intimate moments spent together and then the low moments that came when he left that fateful morning with his sweet dogs happily in tow.

Her phone buzzed and chimed which made her stomach lurch. It’s not that she thought it was William, or even hoped it was him. It was the fact that she was already overwhelmed with an influx of unsolicited emotions, and it was barely 8am.

Loren hesitated for a moment before picking up her phone again. She knew she should check it, but part of her wanted to stay in this bubble of uncertainty just a little longer. Taking a deep breath, she flipped the phone over and glanced at the screen.

It was another message from William. Her heart raced as she read his words: "Can I call you?"

Loren stared at the screen. More dots bounced as William continued to type. She set her phone back down, and pressed her hands against her face. She really did not like that William could send her reeling like this.

For fuck sakes Loren….this is bullshit. He’s just a fucking hockey player. He’s not a God…stop acting like he is.

Her internal reprimand gave her enough piss and vinegar to remind her that she’s got a fucking backbone.

She slowly typed that he could call, her thumb hovered over the “send’ button for an extended period of time. She hit the button before she could talk herself out of it.

Within seconds, her phone began to ring.

Loren sat up in bed with her legs crossed, straightened her back, took a deep breath and tapped to accept the call from William.

"Hey," William's voice came through, soft and hesitant. There was a brief pause before he continued, "I'm sorry for calling so early. I sorta saw that you read my messages so….yeah. How are you?”

Loren's breath caught in her throat, her initial resolve already beginning to falter.

“Good, William. I’m good. I’m sorry to hear about - …if - that you’re not doing well,” Loren’s words stumbled a little as she spoke. She could feel heat blotching her neck and her cheeks were blazing red.

“Yeah - it’s not great. I can’t really talk about it much right now but I’ll be ok.”

“I’m glad, William. Hoping you’ll be cleared soon…give Pasta a little run for his money.”

William chuckled at Loren referencing his good friend and fellow number 88 for the Bruins, David Pastrňák.

“That’s my plan.”

There was a hesitation at William’s end but despite her desire to avoid awkward pauses, she simply waited for him to speak.

“So, I was wondering if I could ask a big….I mean - a huge favour, really. I know I’m probably the last person you would want to help but I’m really hoping you can.”

“That’s not true. If I can, I’d be happy to help you out.”

The warmth in Loren’s response made William’s heart crack.

“So, the stuff I’m going through sort of prevents me from getting around on my own sometimes. I’m in Boston right now so I’ve got the medical staff nearby but I think I might need help when I get back to Toronto. There’s kind of a lot of stuff going on right now and I need someone close to me that I can trust and keep everything private.”

If they were on a video call, William would have immediately seen Loren's confused expression.

“…..okay….so - what exactly can I do to help…?” Loren asked cautiously. She had no idea where this was going.

“The thing is part of what’s happening involves - what can I call it…”

Loren thought about what he might mean. “Like do you need….personal care?”

“Yeah….exactly. I know that sounds kind of, I don’t know…like something else. The thing is, part of what happens when I have migraines…I tend to….well, like nothing stays down….”

“Vomit…?” Loren clarified.

“Pretty much, yeah. I just need some help getting through the next 4 or 5 days maybe? I know how bad it probably sounds with me asking you this. I mean….I’ve wanted to talk to you anyway but -”

“I get it…” Loren wasn’t sure if she wanted to sound curt or not, but she didn’t want to hear that “he’s been meaning to call.”

Loren rubbed her forehead with her fingers. “Hmmm…let me see what I can do. When do you get back?”

“Tonight. There’s kind of a lot to explain -,” William paused for a moment, unsure how to broach the next subject. “There’s going to be a camera crew around me at some point this week as well. Fucking shitty timing.”

Loren just shook her head. This was all too strange.

Loren chuckled. “Jesus William, I’m not even going to ask…but I swear this shit can only happen to you.”

This is exactly why William often missed Loren. She could poke fun at life a little and ease some of the tension. That’s what he needed right now.

She heard his hallmark giggle softly through the phone before adding “Fuck - tell me about it.”

“Well, okay….I can’t say yes right at the moment. I’ll see if I can juggle some stuff around. I’ll message you back when I know more.”

“Or…you can call. I’d like the company - if you can….things have been really fucking shit lately.”

She rolled her eyes mockingly but then felt bad. “I can imagine,” she said, sounding as sympathetic and supportive as she could.

There was a pause - so Loren decided to wrap the conversation up. “Alright then, I’ll be in touch one way or the other once I know more. Take it easy William - ok?”

“Wait - Loren….look, I’m s - I’m really sorry.” William’s hesitation between his words and his low tone softened Loren a little more.

“William - you’ve not done anything wrong. There’s no need for an apology…. not in my mind anyway.”

“Yeah, but I am sorry for the way things turned out. Bad timing I guess.”

Loren wasn’t sure she believed in bad timing. Despite how she felt for him, she had faith that things happen in life the way they’re supposed to. Bad timing had nothing to do with it.

“Well, then…I’m sorry too William.” Loren paused again and then tried to sound upbeat. “Okay, let me get going on this and I’ll let you know how it goes.”

“Hey - uh, thanks Loren. I really appreciate it….for sure, talk to you soon. Call, okay?”

Loren mumbled a half-assed acknowledgement before ending the call. Hanging her head, and then looking up at the ceiling, all she could mutter was “what the fuck - really?”

She flopped back on the bed. Her head was hurting and her stomach was a mess.

Her phone buzzed and chimed once more. Loren’s irritation was beginning to simmer.

Swear to God - if this is William again….I’m going to fucking scream….

It was William. He sent a picture he took of Loren, Pablo and Banksy on his couch that was taken weeks ago. She remembered that moment when the dogs were vying for her attention but never knew William had witnessed it, let alone taken a photo.

His caption read “I meant to send this to you awhile ago. Really great picture. Hoping you can come visit. The boys would be happy to see you.”

Seeing the still shot of a memory which William kept for whatever reason, helped soften her mood.

Hopping into the shower, she visualized her calendar for the next week, making mental moves in her head like a chess game. She had no idea why she was even doing this other than the simple fact she liked to help people in need, first and foremost.

Within the hour, schedules and plans had been altered, financing for the missed hours from work was accounted for, and she placed the call to William, asking him when he'd like her to come.

"Tonight, if possible?" was William's response. "I haven't been feeling that great today and this stuff might hit me harder when I get home," he added for clarification.

Loren was apprehensive, but she agreed to stay.

Later that day, after William confirmed he was en-route to the airport in Boston, he asked if she could start venturing down to his place.

It seemed that "fuck me" was her mantra that day. Loren repeated her mantra again and again for the entire drive down to Yorkville.

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William had already secured Loren parking in the visitors section at his building. Pulling into a well-lit spot, she hurriedly grabbed her bags from the trunk. Despite the level of security the underground garage had, she was still a little nervous being in a parking garage at night by herself.

Loren rode the elevator to the main lobby and approached the security desk to advise which tenant she was visiting and the make and model of her vehicle. Having seen her previously, one of officers, by the name of Warren, advised that William had requested that she be escorted and given entry to his place prior to his arrival. There had been a fog delay at Boston’s Logan Airport and William’s arrival was far behind schedule.

Warren smiled warmly at Loren as he handed her the key fob for William's unit and the two chatted amicably during the elevator ride to William’s floor. "Mr. Nylander mentioned you might be staying for a few days. It’ll be nice to see another friendly face around here.”

When it came to William’s day to day goings on, the only other people that would know what he did and who he saw would be the security officers at his building.

Loren chuckled and smiled, but felt a twinge of unease wondering if the guard was secretly implying something. She wondered how much the security staff had witnessed of William's personal life and visitors. As she stepped out of the elevator, she pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on sounds of Pablo and Banksy slight whimpers at the door. Loren asked Warren what time the dogs’ caregiver would have dropped them off, trying to understand if they would be desperate for to go outside. Warren informed her that the dogs had been dropped off about an hour ago, so there shouldn’t be an urgent need. Loren had never taken the pups out by themselves, and she wanted to ask William before she went ahead anyway.

Loren thanked Warren for his help as she unlocked the door to William's condo.

As she stepped into the apartment, Pablo and Banksy greeted her with enthusiastic yips, both standing on their hind legs to accept Loren’s affectionate rubs. Loren knelt down to pet them cooing at their sweet faces and accepting their voracious wet kisses in return. It was so bewildering to be standing in William’s place without him there, and she felt a little out of sorts.

She scouted out where it would be best to sleep, talking softly to Pablo and Banksy as they followed her room to room. It was difficult not to feel something as she carefully padded through William’s space. Loren tried to breath deeply to calm her nerves, but instead, she would catch a scent that belonged to William, and her stomach would flip once more.

Her phone chimed which startled her. William messaged her that he would be home soon. The messages were just a few words that barely made a sentence and it had her wondering what kind shape his was in.

Loren sat in the dimly lit living room with the memories of their first meeting, their first meal, their first glass of wine.

Their first kiss.

That kiss is why there are love songs, poetry, and Hallmark greeting cards.

It was a small part of what made her insides hurt that things ended between them. The other part was simply him. William’s exterior was one thing, but what lived inside his head is what she missed the most. He was a little bit of everything. Quirky. Nerdy for sure. Intelligent in many things but undeniably clueless with others. His curiosity. If he was interested in a topic, the long list of questions he asked were thoughtful and thought-provoking.

She had not experienced being around a man like William before. But now that she had, at the very least, she has a better idea of what she’s truly looking for in the future.

With her body stretched out on the couch, and both dogs lying lengthwise on her, Loren eventually drifted off to sleep.

With the sound of voices approaching from the hallway, the dogs leapt off of Loren’s body and bolted towards the door.

As Loren stood up from the couch, there were two things she was not expecting when the door opened.

The first was Calle Järnkrok leading William inside while carrying his bags, and the second was William's alarming appearance. His typically bright blue eyes were bloodshot and sunken, with dark circles underneath.

Loren greeted the men softly, taking William's bags and placing them by the hallway. The look of concern on her face was very apparent, and Calle quickly explained that the combination of fog delays and the flight itself had triggered a severe migraine in William. With the shuffling from airport, to plane, to car, the pain in his head had reached excruciating levels. Along with feeling terribly nauseous, his vision was blurred and compromised.

Calle thanked Loren for being there and taking over. He quickly mentioned instructions in William’s bag for his home care requirements as he headed for the door. It hurt for William to speak but he managed to thank Calle, his voice low, gravelly and almost slurred.

Once Calle had left, Loren suggested she help him into bed. William didn’t object, but he before he moved, he grabbed Loren’s hand and pulled her into him.

The same despondency he showed on her doorstep weeks before could be felt in his embrace. Loren gently wrapped her arms around his broad frame, whispering that he should get into bed. As she began to reposition herself by his side, his grip around her waist was firm, and stopped her from moving as he pulled her even closer to him.

She felt his warm breath against her cheek as she stood motionless, unsure and caught off guard with the way he held her. He began to thank her, but instead he grit his teeth as a wave of throbbing pain traveled through one side of his head.

Loren gently coaxed him to walk slowly to his bedroom, her voice sounded both melodic and soothing as she guided him down the hallway.

Passing the guest bedroom, William saw Loren’s bags just inside the door.

Loren followed William’s gaze. Although nothing verbal was said, she sensed his dismay.

Entering his room and stopping at the foot of the bed, Loren stood in front of William, groaning inside her mind knowing that she might need to help him undress.

She instructed him to sit on the bench at the end of his bed, helping him lower himself down. She knelt down in front of him and began untying his shoes, removing them silently as William watched every move she made.

She looked up at him and smirked. “Don’t get any ideas…I’m just down here to take off your shoes.”

William only smiled. It hurt to laugh.

“It the pain still really bad? Can you see anything?”

“Vision’s coming back. Fucking head though…and my stomach.”

Loren gave him a sympathetic nod, saying she’d get him into bed in a second.

With minimal movements, she removed his hoodie and t-shirt underneath. His scent made her hungry to kiss every bit of bare skin that she just exposed.

Removing his sweatpants was worse. Way worse. She scolded herself mentally when she kept glancing towards his concealed dick. She hated the fact she still craved it as badly as she did. It was literally making her salivate.

She gently helped William into bed, leaning over him to adjust pillows supporting his head and neck. Once he was settled, she pulled the covers over him.

The light from the hallway provided just enough illumination to see William's face as he closed his eyes. Loren told him she would turn off all the lights once she got the cold gel compress she brought and a lined bucket to set next to his bed in case he needed it.

As she turned to exit the room, William's hand lightly clasped onto two of Loren's fingers. "I don't know many girls who would look after me like this. Thank you so much." His voice sounded dry and croaky, and Loren made a mental note to get him some fluids.

She looked at William for a moment before a faint smile spanned her face. "Well, then I guess you're Snapping the wrong girls… I bet I could find a thousand and one ladies in 30 minutes or less who would shank their own mother to be in my position right now. Could have them here faster than a Domino's pizza."

William smiled, but his eyebrows furrowed. "I'm trying to say thank you, y'know…"

"You're not supposed to be talking at all." Loren stroked his hand with her thumb, acknowledging in her own way that she appreciated him saying it, but it wasn't necessary. "I'll be back in a sec."

She pet the pooches that had already nestled between William's legs on top of the comforter and glided out of the room. William opened one eye enough just to glance at her backside as she left the room.

She quickly dissolved the electrolyte package that had been sent home in William's home care package from the medical staff on the team. She retrieved the gel compress mask from the refrigerator and a few other items. But as she entered the room, William was leaning over the edge of the bed, groaning that he was going to be sick. Loren quickly set everything aside and went to William's side just for some support. She leaned over next to him and quietly asked him if she should stay by his side. He nodded his head.

After his dry heaves had subsided, she helped him lay down, and sat next to him on the edge of the bed as he drifted off to sleep. Once she heard his breathing slow into a specific rhythm, she moved quietly about the room, disposing of the contents of the bucket and replacing the bag, setting the strong electrolyte mix next to him with a straw, and plugging in his phone.

It was around 4 a.m. when she had cleaned and tidied everything up and decided to head to bed. She turned off all the lights, closed the blinds, and ensured William's room was now completely shrouded in darkness. As she closed his door, he quietly called her name.

She stepped lightly to his bedside, and he asked if she would sleep there with him.

Loren was exhausted and knew he had the most comfortable bed imaginable. She quietly agreed, citing "just in case he's sick again" in her head as an additional excuse to stay.

She quickly got ready for bed. She wondered if she could get away with just sleeping on top of the comforter, but the condo was far too cold for her light pajama set.

She crawled in next to William, asked him if he was okay, and as he nodded, she wished him a good sleep.

He thanked her once again for everything she'd done. He thought to himself how amazing she had been to him so far, and he felt like he didn't deserve her kindness and care.

He moved his hand close to her bent leg under the covers. Just having her there next to him was good enough for tonight.

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The following morning, Loren awoke to a dog barking. The sound came from nearby, not from the dogs that she felt were still nestled between William and her.

She looked around slowly, getting her bearings. She saw William’s bedroom door slightly open which let some light in from the main living space.

She didn’t want to shift and wake William up, who’s body seemed to a little closer to her than she remembered when she fell asleep.

Turns out, she needn’t worry.

A low "good morning" purred behind her. Before she could stifle it, a soft giggle escaped her lips as a smile spread across her face.

She turned her head slightly, catching a glimpse of William's face. His eyes still looked heavy and tired, and his five o’clock shadow had added 6, 7, and 8 o’clock to it too. A soft grin teased his lips as he looked at Loren while laying on his side.

This was not faring well for Loren as part of the getting over William Nylander program that she was on.

She shifted onto her side, pulling up the blankets to cover her boobs that appeared much more voluptuous in this position bunched in her tank top.

God, he is so fucking beautiful Loren thought.

Fuuuuck me….look at her William thought.

Loren peeled her gaze off of William and onto the dogs - Banksy had flipped onto his back while Pablo looked unimpressed and pouted at the end of the bed.

She motioned for Pablo to come up towards her, which he did. Licking her face, she quietly told him how smart of a boy he was.

Hers eyes met William’s again, behind his glasses this time, and she asked him how he was feeling.

“Much, much better. My eye sight seems to be pretty normal…. have a little headache but nothing like last night.”

“Good, I’m so glad - I can’t imagine that pain.”

"Fuck—yeah, the headache was really starting to build in the plane, so I just leaned my seat back and closed my eyes. When we were landing, that's when it hit badly—I couldn't see out of my one eye."

He then backtracked to the point where his recent headaches had begun.

"Pretty much right after I left your place, I could feel one side of my head starting to ache," William confessed.

Loren looked perplexed. "It started right after you left?"

William looked at Pablo and began scratching him under his collar. Pablo's hind leg began to thump as he scratched himself in sync with William's fingers.

"I was thinking about it all the way home. It wasn't your fault that my scoring fell off a cliff. I'm pretty sure I made you feel like you were the problem. Y'know… with the whole distraction thing."

Loren's eyes remained cast downward as she lightly stroked the tufts of fur on Pablo's back. "I don't really remember anything, other than feeling — I know it sounds juvenile maybe but — feeling just really sad. I think you're a pretty good guy… I knew I was going to miss hanging out with you." Loren's cheeks flushed with her admission.

"Wait — just pretty good? Not a great or awesome guy… I only get a pretty good?" William teased.

"Never got the chance to fully find out before you ditched me," Loren deadpanned, followed with a little snicker.

William hung his head in defeat. "Ok — yeah… take it easy… I'm not well…," he smiled.

Loren mockingly whispered at Pablo as he craned his head around to sniff her face. "You hear that Pablo — your Dad can dish it out but he can't take it…"

Pablo wagged his tail at Loren as she scratched under his ears, telling him how great and awesome he was.

She heard William giggle and scoff at her.

William grabbed his phone from the nightstand, unplugging it as he adjusted his body in bed. "I'm guessing you plugged in my phone — thanks for doing that. I actually don't know if I remember much, other than you being here when Calle walked me up."

"You were in pretty rough shape… it was not at all prepared to see you like that actually."

William scrolled through the gazillion messages, finally selecting one to read through. He turned to Loren, adjusting his glasses as he glanced back at his phone. "So seriously, how long do I have you for? Think you can drive me to the arena today? They want to do another check-up."

Loren smiled and turned onto her back, stretching her arms over her head while yawning. "That's what I'm here for… you definitely shouldn't be driving." She looked at William, eyes bright and wide. "You wanna take my car?" she asked, and then giggled. Her car was essentially a shit box and not nearly as nice as William's—for some reason, she was geared to egg him on a little today.

William shook his head and chuckled. "We'll take my car—your car....well, it does enough travelling." He thought for another moment. "You never answered my question… how long do I have you for? And don't change the subject…" he said light-heartedly.

"You said four or five days, so I took five. But I don't think you'll need me for that long… you already seem a million times better."

"Don't get upset at me for asking but… you ok with not getting paid for that long? We can figure out something to get you reimbursed—you just need to tell me."

"I'm okay. It'll be okay."

"Loren—seriously—please…"

"I promise… I got a little side business going....there's been a little extra money coming in lately. So, I'm good… but thank you. Truly… I appreciate the offer."

"What is it—the side business?"

Loren looked away sheepishly. "OnlyFans," she replied quietly.

William's head nearly swiveled off of his shoulders and his mouth dropped open.

Loren's face turned red. "What—you told me once that I should try it—that I would do well on there…"

"Fuck—I—really—I didn't… are you serious?"

Loren looked down at Pablo and then back toward William, before she grinned at his shocked expression. "No, I'm not serious. My side gig is tutoring French—conversational and otherwise."

William looked up at the ceiling. "Fuck… shocked the shit outta me. Ow—fuck…" William winced, squinting his eye and pressing his palm over top of it. "Thanks for the jolt, my headache is back."

Loren sat up. "Oh fuck… oh no—shit—really? I am really—I'm so sorry!" she said panicking. "You see why I never joke around much? My timing sucks…"

William laughed. "Ha—gotcha…"

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If there was a word that would describe the 2024 Leafs versus Boston series, it would be "dramatic."

Add in pre- and post-game media scrums, plus a camera crew following William at certain points during his illness, there was rarely a moment in his life that wasn't complicated.

What was unsurprising, but perhaps unexpected is how Loren naturally provided a buffer between William and his professional life. There was a sanctity with her presence in his home. She brought warmth, comfort, and offered unwavering and nonjudgmental support when he allowed himself to unload some of the thoughts that clogged his mind.

William discovered the friendship side of his relationship with Loren. She slept in his bed the first night, but stayed in the guest bedroom for the nights that followed. It's not what William had wanted, and if Loren was being honest, she still deeply desired William too. But, for that moment, she did what she felt was best for both of them and kept their reunion platonic.

However, after Game 4, where it seemed all but over for the Leafs — the game where William was caught on camera clapping back at his teammates — William arrived home in an abysmal mood.

Although he was quiet, Loren sensed he was like a pressure cooker ready to pop. The vein in his neck, the one she had once kissed while William gripped onto her from a powerful orgasm, jutted out under his skin. Loren treaded lightly, and gave him time to process how the game unfolded now that he was home.

It was when he grabbed his phone and saw how many notifications there were, on top of the millions he already had, that totally set him off. He whipped his phone at the adjacent plush chair, yelled expletives, shoved some furniture around and paced around the living room, letting every single thought he had — unfair or not — out into the universe.

Banksy curled onto Loren's lap but Pablo stood on the arm of the couch and watched William devotedly. Each time William passed Pablo, he would rub him or kiss his head, but he continued to unleash whatever he had pent up. There was a lot. Far more than Loren ever suspected.

She listened intently. If he asked her for her thoughts, she somehow balanced being supportive while remaining neutral.

One of many benefits of having an open concept kitchen and living room space is that one can still listen to a person vent and make them something to eat while not missing a beat. Which is exactly what Loren did as William let out all of his frustrated thoughts, then finally sat down at his kitchen island as he wound down.

With the sourdough bread that Loren bought the day before, she stood in William's kitchen making him a light meal of Croque Monsieur.

The day before, William and Loren had taken the dogs on a long walk to a bakery Loren was eager to visit. Though she'd offered to go alone, William insisted on joining her. The beautiful spring day began cool and crisp but quickly warmed as it progressed.

During Loren's stay, William had noticed a change in her demeanor. While still kind and caring, the wide-eyed excitement she'd once shown when they first met had dimmed. She now seemed guarded, as if holding back her emotions.

However, as they entered the bakery together, William watched Loren come alive. Her eyes lit up at the sights and smells surrounding them. She looked absolutely radiant—this was the Loren he remembered.

William watched her finish up at the stove, and she plated the French style sandwich and handed it to him. William's eyes widened at the sight of it -- the bread was toasted perfectly golden and the rich cheese slightly oozed onto the plate.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck…" William groaned.

Loren's back was turned as she washed the dishes. Hearing his groan, her first thought was that he saw something upsetting on his cellphone. She turned around with a concerned look, just to see William taking another massive bite of food.

His mouth was still partially full as he rolled his eyes at Loren. "This is so fucking good… like — fuck… oh my god."

William eyed the pan that she was just about to clean. "Wait — could you pretty please make me another one? Pretty please? I'll do whatever you want me to…" William said wryly, but there was a suggestive flavor to it too.

Loren blushed as her thoughts turned sinful.

Fucking guy, she laughed to herself, shaking her head.

After making another, in no time, he was already halfway through the second Croque Monsieur. Loren suddenly felt a grumble of hunger in her stomach. "Think I could have just the tiniest bite — if you can spare it…" she said with a little wink.

William had this look. It was a combination of pretty boy, frat boy, fuck boy, cocky boy and sweetheart rolled into one, and it made Loren weak.

He lifted the piece of bread up and motioned for her to go ahead and take a bite. It had unnerved her a little, with his eyebrow cocked and raised, but she was hungry now. There was a small window of opportunity to look as sexy as she could while sinking her teeth into the sandwich. If not sexy looking, she would at least try for not awkward.

She gently wrapped her hand around his which held the base up, and took a slow bite.

Goddammit — that is fucking good, she thought.

She swiped some crumbs from the side of her mouth while William watched how pretty she looked with her cheeks flushed.

"Wait — there's a bit of mustard still left."

She wasn't sure if there really was or not — she was too busy kissing William back. He had pulled her into him and mumbled something about "being so amazing", and began kissing her urgently.

They remained in a lip lock the entire way to William's bedroom.

There in the low light from his bedside lamp, they undressed each other, their hands worked in sync as pants were unfastened and clasps were undone. Their hands smoothed over each other's skin which filled them each with profound desire and admiration.

They both knew what they yearned for from each other, and neither was willing to try and fight it.

Still, Loren worried about William overexerting himself. She had experienced William's voracious sexual appetite before — it was a marvel to experience his level of cardio and stamina. Given he had just made his first appearance in the playoffs after his blinding migraines, she was not going to be the reason he missed out on the rest of the series.

He pulled her in tightly, her hands raked through his hair as he kissed and nipped her neck.

"I think it might be too much if you…" — Loren's voice trailed off into a moan as William's mouth made contact with her nipple — "…I think you should lie on your back… fuck William…" she groaned.

He was almost lifting her off the ground with the way he held and kissed her.

Loren smoothed his hair as he latched onto her nipple again. "William… please… your head… don't overdo anything… let me — here… lie on your back." He kissed back up her neck, stopping to look at her face.

The way she cared for him was extraordinary.

After he lied down for her, the way she worked his cock in her mouth was indescribable.

But the way she rode him until the muscles in his thighs quivered was otherworldly.

Once again, in the still bliss afterward, William's world felt calm as he lay with Loren sleeping next to him.

The next morning, William opened his eyes and saw the silhouette of Loren's side profile. Her eyelashes, her nose that turned up at the end. Fuck, that mouth of hers.

He could tell that she was awake as she lazily glided her hands through Pablo's fur.

"What are you thinking about?" William's low, morning croak made her smile while her gaze remained fixed on the ceiling.

"Just thinking about your next game. Maybe you should pull a Marchand and go up and lick Pasta on his face. Get him off his game."

William laughed, moving closer to kiss Loren's shoulder. He motioned for her to turn into his chest, knowing how much she loved it there. "Nah, Pasta might like it and try and kiss me back. I think I've been in the news enough lately anyway — don't need anything else for them to write about."

Loren kissed and nuzzled his chest. "I guess. It'd be something to see though."

It was quiet in the room, save for the drone of traffic from the streets below.

"I got a text from my manager at the home. The person covering for me dislocated his shoulder. They could really use me, and it seems like you're on the right track."

William knew at one point she would need to go back to her own life. It was a hard pill to swallow though, after all she had done for him. "Oh wow. Yeah, ok… I understand. Although… I'm feeling a little light-headed, dizzy… and my back's sore — and I've got a toe cramp…" William chuckled.

Loren smiled against his skin. "Oh — okay…well, in that case…" she purred, gliding her hand up his bare back, "you better tell Paul and the med staff when you go in for practice this morning." She giggled knowing that wasn't the response he was aiming for.

"Ooof — okay… was I that big of a pain in the ass?"

Loren reached up to kiss him along his jawline. "The biggest," she responded, her voice just above a whisper.

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Loren had agreed to drive William to practice before she headed north to go home. The drive to the rink was understandably quiet as William thought about the aftereffects from the dumpster fire of Game 4 the night before. Added to that was the uncertainty of what the future held for the two of them.

As they inched along in traffic nearing the rink, William started to fidget a little, rubbing and scratching his beard as he often did while talking to reporters. Loren noticed it, but remained quiet. She was lost in her own thoughts anyway.

"Are you nervous?" Loren finally asked.

William's eyes seemed like a pale blue that morning as he looked toward Loren. They were still gorgeous she thought, but they were a little sullen. Tired.

"A little. Just don't know what the mood is going to be like in there. Cameras are going to be on me and Mitchy, I think." William leaned his head back on the headrest. "So, what happens next — you know… with this?"

Loren smiled and shook her head. "I wish I knew." William couldn't help but laugh at her expression — her bright smile, biting her lip and with a look of "fucked if I know."

Loren pulled into the entrance of the rink and into a parking spot. Looking to William, she continued her thought. "I guess for you, either you'll be going on to the next round, or you'll be packing up to go home for the offseason. Either way, I am excited for you, and I'm so glad you asked me to come help you."

William looked down and smiled. "You know I'm bad with words, but this time we just spent was really… amazing. The fact you even said that you'd help me after… after I… after things ended the way they did."

"William — stop saying it like you did something wrong a few weeks back. You did nothing wrong. You were faced with a decision and you made one."

"Yeah but it really fucking sucked. For both of us."

"Well, you still get to be you so… I guess it sucked more for me, but whatever… I won't argue," Loren laughed, nudging William.

William smiled and started to unbuckle his seatbelt. “Alright, I'll message you later," he said as he opened the car door and slid out of the seat. He came around to Loren's side, leaned through the open window and kissed her tenderly. He leaned his forehead against hers, and sighed. "Better go. Talk soon."

Loren grinned and nodded, giving him a wink and wished him luck.

As she drove away, she felt an unexpected feeling of peace. It was almost like closure somehow. She had no illusions about William. She had another quick glimpse into his world, and she was not sure - given the chance - if being a WAG is something she would want to entertain. But she truly was grateful to be there for William when he needed someone, and that he trusted her with his very private life.

All Loren knew is that she would return home, resume her life and let the chips fall where they may.

#william nylander #william x loren #willy nylander #toronto maple leafs #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #nylander #hockey fic #hockey romance #nhl fihocke #nhl hockey smut #hockey smut #BirthdayFestivalChallenge

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toasttt11 · 10 months ago

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worth it ; joseph woll

She frowned as she walked into their shared apartment knowing that Joseph is usually at the couch these days when she gets home as he’s been recovering from an injury and waits at the couch for her when she is coming home.

“Jo baby?” She called out frowning in concern when she got no response, she set down her purse and keys at the entrance table, walking through their apartment in Toronto towards the kitchen seeing some light shine from there.

She walked around the corner into the kitchen pausing at the door and smiled slightly at the kitchen, candles lite around the kitchen and dinning table, multiple bouquets of flowers, she could smell her favorite meal and saw it on two plates, her favorite wine already poured into her wine glass, and she could see the cookies on the counter from the bakery that Joseph and her love and she saw Joseph standing there with his sweet smile and had on her favorite sweater on him.

“Jo my love whats all this?” She soflty questions walking towards him and gently grabbing his hands softly caressing them with her thumbs.

"i notice the little efforts you make for me.. and i just want you to know i appreciate it." Joseph Woll responded softly, smiling lovingly down at his beautiful girlfriend.

He knows she’s not the biggest in words and he’s more than okay with her showing her love in her actions. Even after long days of work she’s come home to him being grumpy and in pain and never complained once and he just needed to make sure that she knows he never takes her for granted.

She could feel her face softening even more, in complete adoration for her sweet boy and leaned up on her toes in her heels and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, “Thank you.” She smiled softly before her stomach rumbled making them break into laughter.

“Come on sweetheart let’s get you some food.” Joseph gently guided her to the dinning room table sliding out her chair for her, letting her sit down before he bent down and slipped of her heels setting them beside the table before he sat down at the spot next to her intertwining his hands to her.

He listened intently as she spoke about her day as they ate their dinner together.

“and then she-“ She trailed off seeing Joseph staring at her, “What?” She smiled looking at him.

“You’re beautiful.” He responded leaning down resting his forehead against hers, his thumb reached up and brushed the sauce off the corner of her lips and he licked it his thumb relishing in the sharp intake from his girlfriend.

“Joey… I want to at least wait to eat dessert first.” She playfully warned knowing fully well what he was doing having been on the receiving end of his flirtatious actions for many years now.

“Well i want mine now and besides it will be here after.” He leaned even closer brushing his lips against her and twirling her hair between his fingers.

“It better be worth it Joseph Woll.” She playfully smirked as she whispered her words against his lips.

“It always is my love.” Joseph whispered back before standing up and picking up his girlfriend with him, she squealed as he quickly picked her up and her legs wrapped around his waist.

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equallyshaw · 2 years ago

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𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔲𝔯 𝔬𝔨𝔞𝔶 𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔞𝔪 𝔫𝔶𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 (𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢 +𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔞 𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔱)

Warnings: none

Word Count: 868

Sour Masterlist.

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I knew a boy once, when I was small

A tow-head blond, with eyes of salt

I knew William back when we were just some random younglins in sweden. Our blonde hair and blue eyes could be spotted from a distance away and they know it was us. We grew up next door to eachother, and if you couldn't fine one of us, we were most likely with the other. Growing up Mrs.Nylander always liked to joke that we were soulmates, well actually she wasn't joking. I thought that too but then he left, for Toronto and then it was too late. I really thought we'd somehow, someday be together. I still remember that day, the sun was shining so brightley, the air just right, the lake calm as ever with soft waves and the perfect picnic to end the summer.

I remember doing a double take, and then blabbering about college and how we had planned to go to college together while he was in the Sweden Pro League. All he did was stare at me, and I realized that our plans had changed without me knowing.

And somehow, we fell out of touch

Hope he took his bad deal and made a royal flush

Don't know if I'll see you again someday

After he left for Toronto, we planned to stay in touch. We did until his first game in the NHL. His family and my family flew out to Toronto to catch his first pro game and then after that, things changed. More time passed between text messages and face times. More and more excuses from him and at some point I'd had enough. So I blocked him on social media and his phone numner. The Willy I had grown up with and the one I had cared so deeply for, was no longer the one I knew. Maybe the billet family had changed him? Though when we met them, they were sweethearts especially the blonde mom. Maybe the money had but that would have been so out of character for him

The Nylanders moved a few blocks away in 2019, and that was the the first time she had heard about them or William for that matter. Despite having the home next store, they spent most of their time in Miami and their Canadian home. So there was really no way that I'd see him ever again. Our lives were just so different.

After they moved, she heard through the grapevine that William was having a hard time in Toronto. He had even reached out to my dad for some advice, because of his time in the Sweden Pro League and understood long negotitations on contracts. My dad spent the better part of a day talking to him and for the first time in years, she heard his voice. It was deeper than the last time she had heard it, and his laugh even more hearty.

My dad went on to explain that his contract wasn't what he deserved, at dinner after his signing. He had wastde the first part of the season, and feared it would harm his career. My dad said that he'd get paid no matter what but would of walked away and try to get another contract for smaller time. But that was his decision, because he loved the team, staff and city. That meant, he would not be seeing the family anytime soon. He wouldn't be seeing me for who knows how longer.

Address the letters, to the holes in my butterfly wings

William left a hole in my heart, that has yet to be closed now at 25. . I fear that it will never be. My grandmother explained that the reason it hasn't healed is because I still am holding onto hope that Ill see him again and he'll see me the way I see him. My grandma jokes I should fly to Toronto without a return ticket and see what happens. But everybody knows I'd never do that.

Well, I hope you know how proud I am you were created

'Cause I love you, and I hope that you're okay

My dad during the 2022 playoffs, said one night at our weekly Sunday dinner that he was getting a ton of hate that was unwarrented. But explained that it was just part of the job, and the hardships of it. I remember nodding and making a note to look him up when we were done. I saw the hate that they were giving and going after who he was as a person. I debated on reaching out to him and wish him well in the playoffs but debated if that was weird or wrong of me. I enlisted the help of my two sibilings and they pushed me to do it. Stating that I was his absolute best friend at one point.

I opened instagram, unblocked his account and opened messages.

Hi Willy-

hope ur okay! Sending so many positive vibes and love as the season rolls on. Keep pushing the boundaries, Raring. (darling)

Sent- May 19th, 2022

Read- May 21st, 2022

Hi Rosey-

thankyou for the encouraging words! hope ur doing okay too, blond. (blondie)

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@rosetheviking: s/out to mama for sending me some archives from back in the day.

Location: Scandinavian

2.9k likes, 78 comments.

@sibiling1: the first photo 😭

@sibiling2: more like an outfit recap for the past 20 years

@rosetheviking: tbh

@bestfriend: iconic in every era

@rosetheviking: 🫶🏻🫶🏻

@alexnylander: but y’all were so cute !!

@sibiling1: ummmm that’s what we have always said 💀

@sibiling2: where have u been??

@alexnylander: trying to beat this guy @williamnylander

@randomuser1: he fumbled a dime

@sibiling2: this !!!

@cousin1: such a cutie pie 🥹

@rosetheviking: 🤍

@williamnylander: two peas in a pod 🤞🏻

@rosetheviking: srsly

@williamnydlander: wait — you had red hair ???

@rosetheviking: yep unfortunately you missed my rebellious era 👼🏼

@sibiling1: it was a fun time

@williamnylander: I’m sure. I definitely was on the receiving end of mischief as a kid

@williamnylander has messaged @rosetheviking: fancy a Toronto trip?

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Hope you all enjoyed ! Please like and reblog if you did :)

- tbh not my best work but wanted to get it out !

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misshoneyimhome · 9 months ago

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This hit me so right 🤍

ᯓ★ 𝐏𝐎𝐕 . . . 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐍𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑

— aka. a meditation on what it would be like to date william nylander

+ now , i am not the most familiar with willy , but in honour of the lovely @faerieroyal ‘s birthday , i have tried my absolute hardest to write a lil something (because i know they love him dearly) so happy birthday lovely — hope you like this little surprise !!!

IN SHORT... loving willy is easy, and right, like the spring sun that warms your face as it filters through your window panes; comforting, a feeling that you never want to let go of. it's bear hugs and spirited kisses, strong arms to crawl into every night and a beaming smile to wake up to every morning. everything has fallen into place, all because you have him.

ᝰ you always claim he’s like an orange cat, in constant search of snuggles and somewhat mischievous and bright in nature. he could try to deny it, but he knows he’d be wrong, if the way he’s constantly nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck is anything to go by. his beard scratches the skin a little, but he always presses a soft kiss there in apology.

ᝰ if there’s one thing willy loves most in the world, it’s the feeling of you playing with his hair. it’s crazy, how much power your fingers hold: all you have to do is rake your nails soothingly across his scalp and he’s positively putty in your hands, any and all stress melting away in your hold.

ᝰ willy loves his silver chain. willy loves how much you seem to love it, too. he notices that, without even noticing, your hand will reach up to fiddle with the metal when you’re cuddled against his chest, rolling the links between your fingers as you continue your conversation like nothing is happening. there’s a level of familiarity to it, of intimacy and understanding, that causes his heart to race that little bit faster.

ᝰ this man loves physical affection. whether it’s pressing a kiss to your temple in greeting or wrapping his arms around you whilst you’re chopping, willy feels a deep-rooted need to be touching you whenever he can. even if it’s just a brush of hands or your knee against his at dinner, willy likes the physical reminder that you’re here, here with him.

ᝰ not only a boyfriend, willy also operates as your own personal teddy bear. somehow, he’s always impossibly toasty, and his large frame is practically made for you to curl up against and seek refuge in. willy is more than happy to indulge you in this, wordlessly opening his arms and nodding at you to snuggle up to him, to find comfort in the shape of his body and the soft, rhythmic beating of his heart.

ᝰ willy loves you with an ardent enthusiasm, all burning embers that never seem to dwindle, no matter how long they smoulder. because much like the fire that licks at his heart whenever he thinks of you, you burn bright and beautiful and he is simply mesmerised by your warmth and light.

#literally boyfriend Willy #love the orange cat comparison #boyfriend material #just saying #william nylander imagine #william nylander #william nylander fluff

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lifeofpriya · 1 year ago

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Lakeside Love - William Nylander

[gif credit goes to @ghiessa]

shout out to @jackhues for helping me with this fic 🫶🏼

summary: why did Willy plan a trip to Stockholm so suddenly...?

You wake up to the sound of your phone vibrating on the nightstand next to you. Glancing over, you see a text from William, your boyfriend. Your heart skips a beat as you read his message: "Pack your bags, baby. I've got a surprise for you." A smile spreads across your face, and you quickly get out of bed, eager to see what William has planned for you.

As you step out of the shower and begin to get dressed, you can't help but think back to when William first mentioned the idea of going on a trip together. It was during one of his drunk ramblings after a game, and you had accidentally overheard him talking about it to his teammates. You knew then that he was planning something special for you, but you never imagined it would be this soon.

You make your way downstairs to find William pacing back and forth in the living room. He spins around when he hears you enter the room, a nervous smile on his face. "Hey, baby," he says, his voice shaking slightly. "Are you ready?"

You nod, your heart racing with anticipation. "Where are we going?" you ask, trying to contain your excitement.

William grins and reaches into his pocket, pulling out an envelope. He hands it to you, and you open it to find two plane tickets, one for you and one for him. Your eyes widen as you read the destination: Stockholm, Sweden.

"Stockholm? But why there?" you ask, confused.

William smiles and pulls you close, his hands warm on your shoulders. "I have a surprise for you, remember?" he says, his voice low and full of promise. "You'll see when we get there."

You let out a soft laugh, your heart still racing with anticipation. "Okay, mystery man," you say, teasing him. "Let's go."

William grins and grabs his wallet, pulling out some cash. "I'll have a car pick us up in an hour," he says, stuffing the bills back into his wallet. "Pack everything you need, and don't forget your passport."

You nod, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling up inside you. This is really happening. You're going to Sweden with William. As you gather your things, you can't help but wonder what kind of surprise he has planned for you. Is it something romantic? Adventurous? Or maybe something completely unexpected?

You pack quickly, throwing clothes and toiletries into your suitcase. You slip on a comfortable pair of jeans and a cozy sweater, not knowing what the weather will be like in Stockholm. You grab your passport from your desk drawer and tuck it into your bag, feeling a sense of anticipation wash over you.

An hour later, a sleek silver car pulls up to your house. William helps you with your luggage, his hands strong and reassuring. You climb into the car, feeling a rush of excitement as you pull away from your home and head towards the airport.

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The journey passes in a blur of nervous energy and anticipation. You can't help but feel a sense of adventure as you step off the plane in Stockholm, the cool autumn air hitting your face. William holds your hand tightly as you make your way through the bustling airport, past the colorful murals and the familiar Swedish flags.

As you step outside, a luxurious black town car pulls up to the curb, its tinted windows hiding whatever lies in store for you. You climb inside, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as the car pulls away from the airport.

The ride is long and winding, taking you through the picturesque Swedish countryside. You can't help but notice the changing leaves and the crisp autumn air, starkly contrasting the warm, humid summers back home.

After what feels like hours, the car pulls up to a quaint little cabin nestled in the woods. Your heart skips a beat as you step out of the car, taking in the breathtaking view of the lake, glistening in the sunlight.

"Welcome to our little slice of heaven," William says, pulling you into a warm embrace. "I hope you like it here."

As you step inside the cabin, you're immediately struck by its rustic charm. The wooden floors creak beneath your feet, and the scent of pine and freshly baked bread fills the air. The living room is cozy, with a roaring fireplace and plush leather couches, while the kitchen is bright and inviting, with a large wooden table that can seat eight.

"This place is amazing," you breathe, turning to face William. "I can't believe you planned all of this."

He smiles, taking your hand in his. "I wanted to do something special for you," he says softly. "Something we'll always remember."

You look around the cabin, taking in the cozy atmosphere. "I think we'll remember this for sure," you say, leaning against your boyfriend.

William leads you to the bedroom, which is warm and inviting, with a large, comfortable bed and a window that overlooks the lake. He helps you unpack your clothes, hanging them neatly in the closet.

As you both settle into the room, William takes your hand and leads you to the window. He points out to the lake, where a small boat awaits you. "I have a surprise for you tonight," he says, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "We're going on a romantic boat ride around the lake."

You can't help but feel your heart skip a beat at his words. This trip has already been so memorable, and you can't wait to see what else William has in store for you. "That sounds wonderful," you breathe, leaning into him.

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As the sun begins to set over the lake, you and William make their way down to the small boat waiting for them. The air is cool against your skin, and the gentle lapping of the water against the shore is soothing. William helps you into the boat, and you both sit down, feeling the rocking of the water beneath you.

The sky is painted with shades of pink and orange, reflecting on the calm surface of the water. You lean back against William, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. He takes your hand in his, and you feel a sense of peace wash over you.

As the sun dips below the horizon, the night sky comes alive with stars. You can see the reflection of the stars on the water, and it feels like you're floating in a sea of twinkling lights. William leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear.

"I've been thinking," he whispers, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I want to make this trip even more special for you."

You lean closer, your heart racing with anticipation. "How?" you breathe.

William smiles, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight. "I've been planning this for a long time," he says softly. "You're the love of my life, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

You feel your heart skip a beat as you realize where this is going. Your hands tremble as you look into William's eyes, filled with love and excitement.

"William," you breathe, your voice barely audible over the gentle lapping of the water. "Are you…?"

He nods, his eyes never leaving yours. "I am," he says, his voice trembling with emotion. "I want to ask you something important, something that's been on my mind for a very long time."

You feel a lump forming in your throat as you realize what's about to happen. This is it. The moment you've been waiting for. The moment you'll share the rest of your life with the love of your life.

You look into William's eyes, and you see the same love and excitement that you feel mirrored back at you. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small box. You can't help but notice the engagement ring inside, sparkling in the moonlight.

"William," you breathe, your voice trembling. "Are you serious?"

He nods, his eyes shining with love and nerves. "I've never been more serious about anything in my life," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Will you marry me?"

Tears well up in your eyes as you look into his face, the love of your life asking you to spend the rest of your life with him. You take the ring from the box and slip it onto your finger, feeling the weight of it as a symbol of the promise you're about to make. "Yes," you breathe, leaning into him. "Yes, I'll marry you."

William's face breaks into a smile, his eyes shining with relief and joy as he slipped the engagement ring onto your ring finger. He pulls you close, his arms wrapped around you, and you can feel the warmth of his body against yours. You lean back against the boat, looking out at the stars reflected in the water, and you know that this is where you're meant to be.

As you both sit in silence, taking in the beauty of the night, you can't help but think about the journey that brought you here. The late-night talks, the long-distance phone calls, the early morning flights. You remember the first time you met, how you both felt a spark that neither of you could ignore. You think about the countless hours you've spent together, laughing, crying, and learning about each other. You feel grateful for every moment, every memory, every emotion that has brought you to this point.

William breaks the silence, his voice soft and tender. "I love you," he says, his eyes never leaving yours. "I've loved you for so long, and I can't imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else."

You look into his eyes, feeling the same love and devotion that he feels for you. "I love you too," you whisper, your fingers intertwining with his. "I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together."

As the boat gently rocks on the water, you lean in for a kiss, feeling the warmth of his lips against yours. You can feel the love and excitement that fills your heart, and you know that this moment will stay with you forever.

William breaks the kiss, his eyes searching yours. "So, what do you think? Is this everything you imagined?"

You laugh softly, pressing your forehead against his. "More than I ever could have imagined," you whisper, feeling a surge of emotion. "Thank you for this, William. For everything."

He smiles, his eyes filled with warmth. "You're welcome, baby. It's been an adventure, hasn't it?"

You nod, your heart filled with joy and gratitude. "It has," you whisper, taking in the beauty of the lake around you. "I'll always remember this moment, this trip, with you."

William leans in, his eyes shining with happiness. "Me too," he says softly. "This is just the beginning of our adventure together."

As the boat slowly glides across the water, you feel a sense of peace wash over you. You look out at the stars, their twinkling lights mirrored in the water. You feel grateful for this moment, for the love you share, and for the adventures that lie ahead.

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A Wonderful Christmas Time | William Nylander

summary: you and william living through the christmas eve traditions with your kids - as well as frantically preparing for santa's arrival. (dad!willy)

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a/n: based off this request! merry christmas eve!! my present to you is another highly requested willy fic 🥰 also there’s 360 of you now, which is insane…I love you all omg <3 I’ll see you guys on new years for a quinny fic

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"honey you can't play with the ornaments." your tone is warning but gentle, gathering the attention of your daughter, lennon.

she giggles, plopping down in her diaper covered but beside the tree. lennon smiles her two toothed grin, big round eyes looking at you with nothing but joy.

you smile from the couch. "yeah i'm talking to you lenny baby."

the 1 year old laughs again—that adorable baby belly laugh than never fails in making you join in. she's not long out of the bathtub, with damp blonde hair flat against her head and wrapped up in her candy cane onsie. lennon grabs onto her toes through the soft material, rocking forward slightly. "ma." she gurgles, reaching towards you.

that is all it takes for you to get up, making your way towards the christmas tree—decorated in various coloured and homemade ornaments—and pick lennon up under her arms, pulling her against your chest. you kiss your daughters chubby cheek three quick times, igniting another round of baby giggles from her tiny body. "should we see what daddy and lukey are up to? should we go see?"

she snuggles into your neck, smiling at the mention of her dad and older brother. you bring yourself up the stairs, bare feet barley padding on the carpeted flooring. you reach the landing and the familiar sound of your husbands voice, followed by your sons sweet laughter ring in your ears.

rounding into the warm and blueberry soap scented bathroom, your smile widens even further. luke reaches towards william, the water just merely missing the side of the bath tub as he bounces up. he covers your husbands face in scented suds, creating the illusion of a big white beard—very fitting for the day.

"you look like santa daddy." he laughs, small hands continuing to pile more bubbles on top of william's already full beard.

"ho ho ho." your husbands mimics father christmas's deep rumbling slogan, leaning further over the the edge of the grand bath tub to nuzzle your sons neck, transferring the bubbly mess to luke.

you watch with an amused expression as luke's laughter increases, squirming away from the bubbles and the scratchy feeling of william's beard. then his bright blue eyes find you standing against the door frame, and instantly he's distracted. "mummy!"

william looks over his shoulder, and the sight of you and lennon has him grinning wildly. "hey you two."

"hello my boys," you hum, walking further into the vintaged decorated bathroom. "how's bath time coming along? you getting clean lukey baby?"

"i'm not a baby mummy." your 4 year old is ever the sassy one, crossing his slippery arms over his tiny chest. "i'm a grown up." although his attitude drives you up the wall slightly, his little lisp and side eye makes it a little more on the cute side.

you snicker. "oh are you now?"

"yeah. i'm the grown up and lennon is the baby." luke points a finger in your daughters direction, and with that momentary attention on her, lennon squeals happily, fisting your pyjama top in her chubby hand.

william quirks a brow in luke's direction. "santa doesn't come to grown ups lukey."

he gasps loudly, eyes widening to a comical state at his dads words. "okay, Im a baby!"

it seems that lennon has realized her dad is crouched by the tub in front of her older brother, and she instantly starts whining, her chunky little arms stretched out as she asks for william.

"mummy, when's santa coming?" luke questions.

you put lennon down between your bare feet, sitting her on her bum. she doesn't stay, immediately crawling towards your husband while babbling his name happily.

"not until you're sleeping, bub."

he pouts, "but what if I want to see him?"

"that's not how it works buddy." william sighs gently, scooping lennon into his arms. "his magic will go away if you see him."

luke gasps, eyes wide with panic and unshed emotion. "I don't want his magic to go away daddy!"

you coo, joining your husband and daughter infront of the tub, getting down to your knees. you mimic your sons pout, reaching out to run a hand over luke's wet, curly hair. "it's okay bub."

he leans into your touch, blinking up at you with his wet eyelashes. luke's always looked identical to his father, meaning it's always been hard for you to be mad it him—but you're working on it. "we just gotta make sure we get into bed soon! so santa can come and bring you and lenny some presents."

that seems to do the trick, and a smile pulls at his tiny rosebud lips. "okay mumma."

you help luke get out of the bath and wrap him in his favourite blue dinosaur towel, holding him in your arms as you help dry him off, as well as keep him warm. taking baths in the nylander house was never such an event, but as soon as luke turned 4, he decided that you and lennon could no longer share bath time with him.

you really weren't going to argue with him about something so insignificant—so separate bath times it's been.

"you've such a good boy this year, lukey." you mumble into your sons chubby cheek, pressing two kisses against the flushed skin. "I love you."

"I love you too mummy, but we have to put the cookies out now." his serious deadpan stare up at you has you giggling, and you nod quickly.

you get luke dressed in his matching candy cane pyjamas before taking him downstairs—joining william and your sleepy daughter who'd previously slipped back to the fire lit family room.

"baby do think santa wants chocolate chip or oatmeal? what should we leave out?" you eye luke from across the kitchen island, an empty santa plate between you.

"I think santa wants chocolate chip." william says enthusiastically, holding lennon in his strong arms. she's practically asleep now, blinking dangerously slow against his chest.

you send your husband a warning look, to which he sends you a quick wink.

you look back at luke, who is leaning on the counter top with a thoughtful finger to his chin—something you often do that's he's adorably picked up on. "mhmmm..can we ask uncle alex?"

"why do you want to ask uncle alex?" you question with amusement, brows pulled together tightly.

"because he's smart." luke says matter of factly, looking at you with a curious expression.

william snickers. "that's going to inflate his ego."

you shake your head, a gentle smile pulling at your lips—you already know your brother-in-law will absolutely eat up his nephew's statement.

"lukey, uncle alex is sleeping right now. but I think you're smart too and you should pick the cookies."

"okay," luke chirps, "chocolate mummy!”

william leans down and presses a firm kiss against his sons damp hair, clearly feeling at peace with luke's cookie choice. "good pick baby."

you help luke put two cookies on the plate, reminding him multiple times to not eat the cookies himself, especially before bed, which proves to be a bit of a broken record—but you get there eventually. luke takes the plate and glass of almond milk over to the coffee table, barley keeping the milk from spilling over the rim as he roughly places them down.

right before finally getting luke to head in the direction of the stairs, he turns back towards you and william with wide eyes. "daddy! we have to put out the reindeer food!"

aryne tavares had seen the cutest DIY reindeer food craft on pinterest a few days ago, and the two of you got a bunch of the leafs kiddos together to make some before santa and the reindeers arrival. luke's been so excited for days about the damn glitter oatmeal concoction, and you're surprised he's only just remembering it.

you look towards your husband. "yeah daddy, you gotta put the reindeer food out."

after william bares the freezing cold christmas eve temperature and sprinkles the magic food mixture on your front step, you finally get luke into bed. your read him a holiday book while william gets the rest of the unwrapped christmas gifts from your linen closet, bringing them to the living room for your last minute wrapping session.

as you finish the last line of the book, you watch luke's eyes flicker closed, some much needed sleep taking over as he goes limp against the lightning mcqueen pillow.

you slip out of the dark room and tiptoe down the stairs, joining william and the rather large pile of gifts by the couch. you exhale loudly, hands on your hips as you asses everything. "you're on tape duty."

he groans. "I hate tape duty."

your pout is exaggerated, walking towards him and wrapping your arms around his sweater covered waist. "awh baby, you'll be okay."

30 minutes later and what feels like a hundred presents later, william groans for the 10th time, falling backwards against the shaggy rug beneath you. "ugh my back is killing me." he peeks over at you. "how do you do this every year?"

you slide the scissors down the holly printed wrapping paper. "i'm very flexible."

a boyish grin tugs at his lips. "yeah you are."

you look away from the present and over towards your dramatic husband. despite your cheeks burning red at his insinuation, your give him a deadpanned stare. "willy."

"I think we should take a break." he hums.

you sigh gently, folding the paper over a box full of ella nylander's favourite sephora pieces. "honestly as much as I'd love a break, it's quite literally christmas eve, babe. these presents gotta be wrapped."

he pushes up to his elbows, looking at you pointedly. "my family doesn't need their gifts wrapped."

you laugh. "yes, they do."

"fine—but if I strain my back and can't play...i'm giving staff your number." he teases you, sitting back into a proper position, fingers fiddling with some bows spewn across the rug.

"yeah yeah, pass me the damn ribbon."

thankfully you're only wrapping gifts for another 20 minutes, wrapping a beautiful velvet ribbon over every single one. you're sure your limbs will punish you for the extra ribbon work tomorrow morning, but the perfectionist in you doesn't care about that with how aesthetically pleasing the gifts look.

you make william drag out the bags full of presents for luke and lennon, passing them to you while you put them next to the christmas tree, ready for the morning.

you've definitely spoiled your two kids for another christmas now, but you and william can't help it—this time of year is so special and magical, and your kids are so well behaved that it's hard not to get them lots of things to celebrate another year.

hours after you would've liked to go to sleep, you're finally walking up the stairs, william hot on your trail, when you suddenly stop, a low groan rumbling through your chest. "the cookies."

his head hits your butt in exhaustion and defeat. "fuck me."

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"santa came!" the shrill squeal of luke is the first thing you can register, tired eyes blinking open in the dim room.

beside you, willy groans, rolling onto your side of the bed under the warm covers.

luke pushes open your bedroom door, bare feet smacking against the hardwood as he runs towards your bed. "mummy! daddy! santa came." he slaps his hands on the side of the bed, a command that he wants up.

usually you'd work on his method of asking, but not today, his haste much understood. you gasp loudly, sitting up so you're able to lift him onto your and william's shared bed. "what? are you sure?"

he giggles, crawling into your lap. "yes!" subconsciously he starts playing with the buttons on your pyjama top, something he used to do when he was a baby.

"oh my goodness." you grin, gently tickling his sides. "well should we get up and head downstairs?"

he squeals again, and the sound is like gold—instantly walking you up. "yes mummy!"

beside you, william sighs sleepily, pushing up on the mattress into a sitting position. his smile is lazy, hand pushing back luke's crazy hair.

"daddy, it's christmas!" you're quickly forgotten about, luke sneaking over to william's lap and cuddling into his shirtless chest.

"I know buddy." he smiles, kissing his head.

"let's get your sister first, lukey. and then we will go downstairs." you chime gently, already pulling the covers back to slip out of bed. luke follows suit, sliding belly first off the tall mattress.

lennon is already awake when you open her door, holding onto the crib railing as she bounces on the mattress. she makes an adorable cooing noise as you greet her, gummy smile making an appearance as you get closer.

as soon as you all make it downstairs, chaos ensues. it's a mess of ribbon, bows and teared wrapping paper as luke quickly opens all his presents. although the mess is a bit overwhelming, it's overshadowed by the joy of watching your sons face full of excitement.

at every present, luke will stop and bound over to your husband, gift clutched in his hand. "daddy can you open this one?" or "look at this one daddy!"

and everytime william shows the most enthusiasm, making that christmas magic linger as long as humanly possible.

"look daddy I have a hockey stick just like you!" luke jumps up and down in one spot, practically vibrating with excitement as he holds up his brand new hockey stick from santa.

he'd been begging for a 'big boy stick' for almost a year, and william thought this christmas would be the perfect opportunity to wrap up his sons newest obsession.

you hold lennon on your knees, letting her play with the velvety green ribbon from her gift. like usual, you watch luke waltz up to william, displaying his new hockey stick like his life depended on it.

"wow!" william beams, "you're very lucky lukey."

your son nods with enthusiasm, eyes still tranced on the stick. "now I can come play with you and uncle mitchy."

"that's right baby."

you make them pose for a photo after that. william tucks luke into his side, a smile on both of your babies faces as luke holds the stick out. you make sure to send it to steph marner, followed by how excited he is to play with mitch. it's all so cute, and you're so in love with your little family.

luke plays with his toys while you and william make breakfast, lennon gurgling happily in her high chair, sucking on a strawberry while she waits for her food.

eventually you get him to stop playing and come get his serving of eggs, bacon and toast—although he does bring the hockey stick to the table, but you didn't expect anything else.

it's when william is tidying up the dishes and you're just getting lennon out of the high chair, william's family arrives, walking through the front door in a flurry of snow and presents, smiles on their faces.

"merry christmas!"

luke's tiny gasp is almost humorous, and he drops the hockey stick and runs towards his grandparents, tiny feet smacking against the floor. "papa! nana!"

"oh my goodness!" camila greets warmly, dropping her bag to embrace her grandson. "hello my baby." william's mom kisses luke's face multiple times, which sends the toddler into a fit of giggles.

"and here's the other little baby." michael smiles gently, reaching towards your daughter, running his index finger along her soft cheek. "hello lenny bear! merry christmas sweet girl." she smiles, shying away from her grandfathers tickle.

his parents greet you both briefly, but their too wrapped up in the magic of christmas with their first set of grand babies that you're not even mad about the hasty greeting.

"lukey!" ella looks down at her nephew, arms open expectantly. "do I get a hug?"

"yes auntie ella!" he runs into her arms, squeezing william's sister as tight as he can manage.

she pulls back, looking down at luke with sparkling eyes. "did you open your presents from santa?"

"yes," luke beams, blinking up at his aunt warmly. "and he got me a hockey stick!"

"what?! you're so lucky." ella relates the words he's heard a million times today, running her palm flat over his unruly head of hair. "I bet uncle alex will want to see it!"

at the mention of his favourite person in the world (besides his father of course), luke gasps so hard you think his little lungs might explode. he catches sight of alex in the kitchen, chatting with you while he plays with lennon's tiny toes affectionately.

"uncle alex" luke giggles, running over to his uncle.

at the sound of his name, the second eldest nylander sibling looks over just in time for luke to run at his legs. alex smiles, grabbing your son under the arms and swinging him to his chest. "hey dude."

luke immediately lays his head on his shoulder, rubbing his cheek on the soft fabric of alex's hoodie. it's a rather sweet sight, and you're instantly feeling emotional about it.

you clear your throat, adjusting lennon on your hip. "lukey, wanna tell uncle alex what you said last night?"

your son nods gently. "you are smart."

alex gasps happily, pulling down luke's pyjama shirt from where it's ridden up against his sweater.

"he wanted to call you and ask what cookies santa would like because you're smart." you continue, adding a bit more context to the story.

alex nods triumphantly, "you're right lukey I am smart." he kisses your sons cheek once, a loud smacking noise that has lukey laughing, trying to squirm away from the tickle of alex's beard—something he's used to with william.

you'll never get tired of the holiday season, and seeing your family so content and happy with one another just adds to the festive atmosphere and pure joy of christmas.

you feel your husbands arms wrap around your waist from behind, william gently kissing the side of your face as he greets you. "merry christmas, babe."

lennon gurgles happily as she catches sight of william, reaching over you to touch his face, fingers raking through his grown-out facial hair and running over his lips. william nips her tiny hands gently, making her squeal with laughter.

you smile warmly, watching with loving eyes. "merry christmas willy."

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