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luvmmarner · 8 months

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William Nylander - Drivers License

WORD COUNT: 2765 (including lyrics) TW: cheating (kinda), betrayal. PART OF THE SOUR SERIES

ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇʀ'ꜱ ʟɪᴄᴇɴꜱᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ

ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ

'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ

ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ

ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ, ɪ ᴅʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʙᴜʀʙꜱ

ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ 'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ

You and Willy always talked about you getting your driver's license, but due to the fact that you were so busy studying for tests and finishing off school, you never managed to do so. He would often talk about how the major reason he wanted you to get it was so that you could drive to see him when he was bored or when he wanted to spend time with you. But you never got the chance to do any of that. When you finally got your driver's license, it was already too late; he had already left, and the only thing you could do now was drive through the suburbs of Calgary all the way up to Edmonton. ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙʟᴏɴᴅᴇ ɢɪʀʟ

ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ

ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍᴇ

ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ'ᴍ ɪɴꜱᴇᴄᴜʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ

During the time that you were dating, you undoubtedly struggled with feelings of insecurity. You were extremely careful, but the only reason for this was that you didn't want to damage yourself again. You have a history of unsatisfactory relationships, the majority of which ended with the person you were dating cheating on you. You had many other insecurities as well, especially after seeing her with him. It was you who introduced her to him anyway. She was your friend and someone you trusted, but she betrayed you just like everyone else.

You can vividly recall the day when you first met Kat. In spite of the fact that there was just a three-year age gap between you two, she didn’t care at all how old you were. She was interesting, and she shared your hobbies. What more could you ask for? You two hung out every day and talked until you came to the conclusion that you should invite her over. It was the dumbest thing you’ve ever done. Willy and her connected right away, and without your knowledge, they gave each other their phone numbers and began texting one another every day. It's not like you had a problem with that; it was until they started lying to you and hanging out behind your back. You didn’t blame Willy at first, because Kat was persuasive and her fun demeanour could immediately convince anyone to hang out with her.

ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ

ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴏᴋᴀʏ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴᴇ

ɢᴜᴇꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ

'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ, ɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ You were aware that the two of you were not perfect. You both went through good times and bad times, and at times the two of you fought to the point where you broke up, but in the end, you always made up. You knew that he was the only person who could make you feel loved and protected for the first time, despite the fact that you occasionally detested him in heated moments such as arguments. You knew deep down that he was the first person you trusted to keep your heart safe in a relationship. You never thought he was interested in someone else, especially someone else who was your friend and whom you also trusted. You guys broke up on seemingly good terms, with him saying that he needed a break because he wanted to focus on his hockey career, and he hoped that he could go pro one day. You were very upset when you guys broke up, even though you kind of knew deep down that you guys would not be getting back together, but in your mind, you still clung onto a little bit of hope that things might change—that he might comeback. That never happened; multiple years passed by, and you tried your best to reach out to him and his family. Just to check up on him, but the number he once had that he used to always call you and text you on was out of service. It wasn't until one day that the thought occurred to you to check out his social media; you would just give a quick check just to see how he'd been, and then you'd never check it again. It was the worst mistake you could’ve ever made. His Instagram was filled with photos of Kat and him. One of the photos shows them smiling in a cafe. At the same cafe that you and Willy would always go to daily, you looked at the date on the photo, and as soon as you did, tears started falling onto the phone. It was the day after you two had ended the relationship. You didn’t know how he could be so okay after just one day. You guys were together for awhile, and you weren’t okay, especially on that day. You isolated yourself inside for weeks, and the only time you emerged into the sunlight was when you unlocked the door to get the food deliveries. Despite this, you weren't doing well even now, especially after learning this information. ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ

ᴏꜰ ʜᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ɪ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ

ɪ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ

'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴅᴏ

ʏᴇᴀʜ, ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ, ɪ ᴅʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʙᴜʀʙꜱ

ᴀɴᴅ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴅʀɪᴠɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ

You were well aware that your close friends were growing tired of hearing you continuously vent about your ended relationship, but they had no idea what you were going through. They've never been in a relationship that lasted more than a few years. You and Will started dating when you were just 14 and split up when you were 18, and here you are, 6 years later, still hurting. You are aware that you should have moved on by now, but you do not want to experience that pain once more, and you know that you will not be able to love in the same manner that you once did in the past. William was the one and only person you've ever loved with such profound intensity, and despite the fact that it may be difficult for you to admit it, you still love him to this day.

You were aware that none of your friends knew William as well as you did. You and he spent your childhoods together and continued to do so until you both reached adulthood together. Your friends never hang out with him outside of planned get-togethers for holidays, such as Christmas or Halloween. There were a few of your friends who spoke to William, but the conversation never went beyond the "just friends" threshold. You knew that even if some of your friends continued to be friends with him to this day, their relationship with him would never be as close as it was between the two of you. When your friends finally spoke about him, all you heard was that an NHL team had allegedly selected him in the draft. This was the only information you received about him. You felt a sense of pride toward him. It was something he never stopped talking about; it was his dream, and he never stopped telling you that he wanted to play in the NHL at some point in his life. You wished you could congratulate him, but you unfortunately couldn't, and you weren’t just going to ask your friends for his new number. You had to forget about him eventually, and you decided to start now.

You made the decision to take one more drive into the city that you had

grown to passionately love. Your mind was making the assumption that you were travelling to his house to see him. The one thing he has always wanted you to do You were going to move on; you just knew it would take a bit longer, especially since you’ve been grieving for a bit.

ʀᴇᴅ ʟɪɢʜᴛꜱ, ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ꜱɪɢɴꜱ

ɪ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴀʀꜱ, ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ʏᴀʀᴅꜱ

ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇꜱ ᴡᴇ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ��ᴏ

'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴ' ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴀʙᴇ (ᴏᴏʜ, ᴏᴏʜ-ᴏᴏʜ, ᴏᴏʜ, ᴏᴏʜ-ᴏᴏʜ)

ꜱɪᴅᴇᴡᴀʟᴋꜱ ᴡᴇ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴇᴅ

ɪ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀꜰꜰɪᴄ, ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ʟᴀᴜɢʜɪɴɢ

ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏɪꜱᴇ

ɢᴏᴅ, ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏ ʙʟᴜᴇ, ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ

ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴ' ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴀʙᴇ (ᴏᴏʜ, ᴏᴏʜ-ᴏᴏʜ, ᴏᴏʜ, ᴏᴏʜ-ᴏᴏʜ)

You had another breakdown just a few days after your 25th birthday. You found out about William's recent engagement to Kat from the word of mouth of your other pals. It was the worst possible piece of information that could have come your way. You were unable to hold back your tears the entire day. You made the decision to go for a drive in an effort to put an end to your crying. You always experienced an unanticipated sense of peace whenever you were behind the wheel. You thought the drive could give you the same peace you always experienced, but wherever you looked, you would see and hear him. You hesitated to drive past places you'd been with him, but today was different. Every traffic light and every stop sign, even every sidewalk. You closed your eyes, imagining the good times you'd had with him and how much you wanted them back. You still loved him, and now you know it for sure.

ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ

ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴏᴋᴀʏ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴᴇ

Nobody’s perfect. He wasn’t perfect, and neither were you. You had your bad moments, and so did he. It was what made you guys stronger, but no matter how much effort and time you put into the relationship, it was never bound to work. He was happy now, and so were you. You learned to grow over it, and now you’ll hopefully find someone who makes you as happy as Kat made him. You wished things could’ve been different. Just maybe he could've had some more empathy for your feelings and cared just a little more after the breakup, but you were kind of grateful he didn’t. Because it made you not care about it anymore.

ʏᴇᴀʜ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ, ɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ

It was something you'd never expected to do. Your friends suggested you go with them to a hockey game. You hesitated at the thought of it. What if he’s there? But they constantly reassured you that he was not on either of the teams playing tonight. You finally agreed and honestly wished you hadn’t. The moment you arrived at the arena and took your seat, you regretted it. You were sitting on the side where Calgary shoots twice. That means the other team warmups would be on the side you sat, and unfortunately, the seat your friends picked way prior to the start of the season was at the glass. Another big unfortunate thing was that it was the Toronto Maple Leafs. At first, you didn’t know he was on that team. It was not until all the Leafs players came out onto the ice that you saw the number and the last name. 88. You wanted to get out of there, but you couldn’t be rude to your friends, who paid a lot of money to get these seats. You made the quick decision to stay. Since it has been some time, it was possible that he would not recognize you. You also got over him fully two years ago when it was announced that he was engaged, so really, it shouldn’t have been an issue.

The undying fact was that you truly didn’t get over him. That was verified, because you’ve never gotten with anyone since him. You were waiting, and you didn’t entirely know why.

You were retrenched from your thoughts when your friend turned to you to tell you the news that made you stop altogether.

“You know he’s single, right?” JJ, who is one of your best friends, said

“Who?” You asked your first question nothing but shaky. You had a hint as to who she was talking about, but you wished that it wasn’t true.

“Will… You know you guys could finally get back together. He’s been single for a year now, and it looks like Kat and him are fully done.” JJ stated before quickly adding to the conversation. “You should give him another chance.” You didn't even bother to listen to the very end of what she had to say. When you heard this, a portion of you was overjoyed, but on the other hand, you felt anger rising up inside of you. This was a setup, and you had no patience for it. You ought to have seen from the beginning that this was odd. JJ spent the entire day yesterday hooked on her phone. Now everything makes perfect sense. He wanted a second chance, but you were unsure how to deal with it. You wanted to hear his side of the story about why he left. You knew the reason wasn’t just because he wanted to focus on hockey; you knew it was something more than that. You were torn. You still loved him and cared, but did he deserve it?

“You set me up?” You asked, trying your best not to just get up and leave and instead listen to what she has to say.

“He was messaging me yesterday, saying he wanted to talk to you and apologize to you for what he’s done. He really misses and cares about you, and he even said he made a mistake. He really loved you, and he wants everything back. He just misses you.” JJ’s voice was rolling quietly at the last part.

You fell quiet; you had no response to that. You were happy. But you didn’t want to get hurt again. You shook your head in denial before looking at the ice. The number 88 caught your eye multiple times. He knew you were here the moment you made eye contact with him. You felt yourself falling again, this time not tears. Instead, you felt yourself falling in love again. The way he looked at you was nothing but filled with love. It was comforting. He skated around before pressing his back against the glass you were seated in front of. The words Nylander are constantly catching your eye. The last name you’ve always wanted, but now you could maybe have it someday. You turned to JJ, giving her a nod before saying, "Fine, give me his number.” She squealed in excitement, giving you a side hug. You didn’t know it was the best idea to do it, but it was too late now, as you finished typing the numbers into your contact and sent a simple hello. Before turning off your phone,

The rest of the game went by quickly, and unfortunately, Calgary lost 7-3, with Nylander and Matthews both scoring two goals. You weren’t that experienced with the Maple Leafs and only really watched hockey whenever you were bored, and when you did, it was only Calgary and Edmonton that you watched.

After the game ended, you went home. You were hoping to go to bed as it was almost 3 a.m., but a chime from your phone distracted you completely. The text was from Will, and it was only an address. You took a few moments to consider it before making the decision to hop in your car and drive to the place.

You finally arrived at the location. It was definitely a hotel; the multiple-level building was a clear indication of that. You replied to him with a quick message saying “number?” and he quickly shot back a reply with just "1003." You spoke silently to yourself before remembering what happened in the past. You promised yourself that you wouldn’t get hurt again. You knew this could just end in you getting hurt again, and you weren’t ready for it. You already got hurt, and if it happens again, especially by the same person, you will never forgive yourself. You typed a quick message saying, “Sorry, I can’t.” You gave one last look at the building before starting your car again and driving off.

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wildrangers · 4 months

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The Planets and the Fates and All the Stars Aligned // William Nylander

Word Count: 3.5K

Summary: The three times Willy almost asked you out and the one time he finally did

{This is my submission for the lovely @jackhues for The Winter Fic Exchange 2k24, organized by the amazing @wyattjohnston!}

Warnings/tropes: mutual pining, poor communication, resolved (minor) angst, fluff, cursing, drinking

You were grateful that Auston was taking you under his wing following your big move to Toronto—seriously. It was better to be at a New Year’s Eve party where you knew all of one person rather than alone in your apartment. Though…there were a lot of loud drunk men at this party which wasn’t your favorite vibe. You’d much prefer enjoying a nice cocktail with a view of Toronto over being stuffed in one of Tony’s teammate’s suburban homes. But really—you were grateful for Auston and this somewhat odd built in social network that came with him.

You were drawn from your thoughts by a cheer from the pong table and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the intense excitement of the younger guys currently facing off there. You flipped your wrist around to see the time again just as a large, familiar hand landed on your shoulder.

“That’s at least the fifth time you’ve checked the time since we got here…what, an hour ago?” Auston teased, grinning as he took the seat next to you.

“It’s only the fourth” you grumbled making Auston raise his hands in surrender.

“My apologies for the slander, miss.”

You rolled your eyes and jostled your shoulder into his before settling your head there instead. “I’m just tired from the move and everyone here seems very…extroverted?” you tried, not wanting to speak poorly of the group you barely knew.

“Look, I get it” he replied, ruffling your hair gently. “Can I please get you a drink now? At least your hands will be busy then.”

You nodded against his shoulder before raising your head so he could go grab your favorite drink. You were surprised when his place was quickly filled by a blonde-haired boy with mischievous blue eyes.

“You must be Julia, I’m Willy” he smiled, offering his hand for you to shake. You smirked, gripping his hand in your own. You were not, in fact, Julia, but this should be entertaining.

“Nice to meet you, Willy. I hope Auston hasn’t said anything too horrific about me.”

“Oh no, nothing like that. I just wanted to make sure I talked to you before things got too serious with him.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I mean a gorgeous girl like yourself should know that I am available and a much, much better catch” he stated confidently and you threw your head back with laughter.

“Well, I may as well hear the sales pitch now” you smirked, pleasantly surprised by the tipsy man before you.

“I mean first of all” he said, simply pointing to his hairline, which drew a gasp from your mouth as you whacked his arm, “I’m just saying!”

“What are you ‘just saying’ to my cousin, William?”

Will’s blue eyes widened as he processed Auston’s words. “Wait so you’re…not Julia?”

Auston handed you your drink, “No, this is Y/N, weirdo. I was going to bring Julia to dinner tomorrow night but maybe I won’t now. How long did she have you going?”

“Long enough to put my foot in my mouth” he admitted and you smirked, pleased at the pink tinge rising to his cheeks. “But not so long that I can’t recover?” he questioned.

“Stay tuned” you replied, maintaining eye contact as you took a sip of your drink. Luckily, Auston was called away leaving just you two again.

“I swear, I’m not usually like that” he began and you tilted your head slightly.

“Like what?”

He seemed at a loss for words so you chuckled, “You’re fine, I’ll stop fucking with you now. You were just so confidently wrong, I had to see where things went.”

He chuckled to himself, “Confidently wrong is kind of a good summary for me actually…”

“The great William Nylander? No, I’d say most the time your confidence is probably just right.”

“You even knew who I was and still let me make a fool of myself?!”

You giggled and nodded, “I obviously know who you are, I watch as many of Ton’s games as I can. You’re usually playing in them too.”

“Wait, so rewind. You’re Tony’s cousin?”

“Not by blood, but yeah. We grew up together and our families are super close. He’s been trying to get me out here forever, so when a better job opened up in my company’s Toronto location, how could I say no?”

“When did you move?”

You jokingly checked your watch, “About eight hours ago now.”

“Oh well, welcome! I love it here.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah” he nodded, sipping his drink and you couldn’t help how your eyes were drawn to his mouth with the movement. “I moved around so much as a kid; this is the longest I’ve ever lived in one place. Minus summers in Sweden, obviously”

“I would love to go to Sweden” you admitted. “It looks so beautiful.”

As he began passionately talking about Sweden, conversation flowed seamlessly between you. He seemed genuinely interested in your answers to the questions he asked, eyes always remaining firmly on you in a way that made your stomach flip but also steadied you in the otherwise loud room.

You were dragged from your conversation as the countdown to the New Year began.

“Damn, it’s almost midnight already?” you questioned, checking your watch that had long since been forgotten.

“Guess so…do you want to ring in the New Year together?” Will asked and you were surprised by the tentative tone of his voice. Your eyes rose to meet his and you noted the nerves showing in the crinkle of his eyes.

“Yeah, sure” you smiled, scootching closer to him. “I have to admit, I’m surprised you didn’t seem confident I’d say yes.”

“I mean I wouldn’t want to come in too hot, making assumptions—that would be embarrassing, no?” he joked as he wrapped a tender arm around your shoulders.

“Of course, wouldn’t want to make that same mistake twice in one evening” you teased back and you earned a rich laugh from him that made your toes curl and you dipped your head to hide your grin. As the countdown entered single digits, your eyes rose to meet his again but he was focused somewhere just beyond your shoulder before turning his attention back to you.

“3…2…1…Happy New Year!” the room erupted but your world had shrunk to just you and Willy. You had a sneaking suspicion it had been Auston who briefly grabbed his attention from you, which was confirmed as he leaned in to place a gentle kiss to your cheek rather than going in for the kiss. You were disappointed until you felt his mouth brush your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, “Happy New Year, Y/N.”

***

Once Will had given the bottle of wine and his thanks to Mitch and Stephanie for hosting, his eyes were scanning the room for you. He’d been kicking himself for months since meeting you for not getting your number on New Year’s but Auston’s stern stare had scared him off, as embarrassed as he was to admit it. He just hadn’t wanted to risk his friendship with his teammate, or worse, make you uncomfortable since you’d just met. Plus, the firm “If you hurt her, you’re dead to me” lecture Auston had given him the next day at practice had driven the point home.

So, some combination of your new job and Auston’s protectiveness had kept you away from any team, family, and friends get together’s until now, just as the regular season was wrapping up. Just as he had begun to give up hope that he’d see you again, Mitch mentioned that Auston had RSVP’d for 3 people, you and a plus one that he assumed was whatever girl Tony was currently seeing. Will didn’t waste another minute before confirming his own attendance.

His heart sped up as he saw you chatting with Johnny, your body language so much more relaxed than when he met you months ago. He made his way to you and when your eyes met his, the broad grin you sent his way knocked him out.

“Willy!” you called, standing to greet him with a warm hug.

“Hey, it’s been too long, how have you been?” he asked, pulling away just far enough to take you in. “You look beautiful tonight, of course.”

He was rewarded with a dip of your head as you hid your shy smile at his compliment, “I’ve been good, busy, so I’m glad Tony mentioned this dinner, it’s nice to see everyone.”

A long pause filled the air as he simply gazed into your warm, smiling eyes. “Hey Willy, I’m here too” his captain called from behind you and Willy laughed, greeting him with a handshake.

“Sorry man, it’s just been a minute since I’ve seen Y/N here” he shrugged sheepishly. John nodded, clapping him on the back, “Since New Year’s, yeah?”

Will shot him a questioning look but Johnny only smirked before walking off to chat with another group.

“Will, you’ve been having such an amazing season, I’m so happy for you” you smiled, settling back down in your seat and patting the spot next to you. He quickly sat where directed, pleased that the small couch made his outer thigh gently press into yours—he was even more content when you didn’t shift your leg away but closer to his.

“Thanks, I appreciate it. Just trying to gear up for the Playoff’s now. How have you been, settling in well?”

As you two caught up with small talk, he wracked his brain on how to ask you out without making it weird in case you said no. This conversation flowed just as well as your first and your sly humor shone through even more now that you seemed more at ease.

“I’ve missed seeing you at other parties like this” he admitted when the conversation naturally lulled.

“I think Auston may have refrained from inviting me to a few” you admitted, rolling your eyes. “And then the last few just didn’t work with my schedule. I was happy when Ton mentioned you’d be here tonight though.”

“Yeah?” he asked, hopeful as his heart began pattering more intensely.

“Yeah” you grinned, knocking your shoulder into his. “I really enjoyed hanging with you last time.”

“Me too” he smiled, taking in the genuine joy on your face. “I was actually wondering…”

He trailed off as he saw your eyes shift behind him and widen. “Jake!” you called, standing up and waving over an unfamiliar guy who wrapped you in an embrace and quickly pecked your cheek.

“Hey pretty lady, sorry I’m a little late. The subway got delayed” he replied, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ears. “Is this Will?”

As introductions were made, Will’s heart sank as he realized your boyfriend was the plus one, not Auston’s girl. It looked like he’d missed his chance with you after all.

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You worked your way through the crowd, pausing as people you’d grown close to since your move to Toronto stopped you to chat. Johnny and his wife were hosting the start of the season party, welcoming everyone back to Toronto after being wherever they called home in the off season. You were hoping Will would be here but had refrained from asking Auston to avoid his eye rolls and protective bullshit.

When you’d seen Will at that spring party, you couldn’t admit to him that you’d partially been avoiding him. Not because you didn’t like him, but the opposite—you’d felt so drawn to him on New Year’s only to have Auston insert himself in the middle of things. After enough time had passed, you’d finally let your coworker set you up on that blind date with Jake. Who was nice but had basically been wiped from your mind when you’d met Will’s eyes across the room that second night.

You’d let yourself get wrapped up in the press of his leg on yours, the intense focus of his eyes as you caught up. Had allowed yourself to slip into the flirtation that had flowed so naturally between you during your first meeting. Until Jake had arrived, and you’d noted Will deflate before excusing himself.

You’d seen him a few times since then but he kept a wide berth, which you understood. But it had sucked and drove home that as nice as Jake is, he wasn’t the one for you. Which is why, several months out from that split, you were determined to make your move on Will—enough with waiting.

You grabbed a drink and surveyed the room, heart fluttering as you heard Willy’s signature laugh from across the room. He was talking with a younger guy you didn’t recognize but you strode over anyway. “Will!” you called and he spun, wide-eyed, at your voice.

“Y/N?” he smiled uncertainly but you just pulled him into a tight embrace.

“How was your summer? Tell me all about Sweden” you grinned, quickly introducing yourself to the rookie beside him who made himself scarce.

“Sure, but you seem…different” he noted, scanning your form as if he could find the answer there.

“Do I? I mean, not much has changed except Jake and I broke up” you offered and his eyes widened slightly.

“I’m sorry?” he offered.

“Don’t be. He was nice but it just wasn’t it, you know?”

He nodded, eyes skimming around the room before pulling out his phone. “Here, let me show you some photos from back home.”

You leaned into the comfort of his warmth, your eyes either taking in each photo he selected to show you or tracing the familiar lines of his face as he swiped through his camera roll. He was just so beautiful.

“It looks like a great summer, are you bummed to be back?” you joked and he chuckled, shaking his head.

“No, I always love coming back to Toronto—this is home too” he replied, eyes boring into yours. You couldn’t help yourself as you reached up to sweep a strand of hair that had fallen into his face, your hand lingering there, cupping his cheek.

“Y/N…” he breathed and you were surprised when his eyes left yours to once again scan the room. His phone lit up, drawing your attention, just as he began. “I actually am…”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry” you cut him off, drawing your hand back, eyes fixed on his lock screen—a gorgeous shot of him with a beautiful woman tucked into his side.

His gaze followed yours and he quickly locked his phone screen, mouth forming a hard line. “No, I’m sorry. I should have been up front but whenever I see you, I just…”

“You just what?” you asked quietly, unable to stop yourself.

“I can only think of keeping you close. Even when I know I can’t, so I’m sorry.”

You sadly shook your head forcing a smile, “No, I did the same thing to you, didn’t I? I get it. I hope she makes you happy Will, have a great season” you assured him, squeezing his shoulder before excusing yourself from the party altogether.

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Will wasn’t one to believe in fate but it seemed like the stars may be finally aligning as he entered Auston’s apartment to celebrate New Year’s Eve. He’d done his homework this time, enlisting Steph to make sure you weren’t seeing anyone. After your last encounter, his fledgling relationship hadn’t lasted long—not when all he could think about was you. That wasn’t fair to her, so he’d broken things off and thrown himself into the season. It was a contract year for him, he had to focus. But that focus didn’t stop him from noting that some of his best games were ones where he knew you’d be in the crowd.

Will wandered over to the large windows filling Ton’s living room, taking in the city skyline. He’d done a few laps but had yet to see you. Truth be told, he wasn’t in much of a party mood—he just wanted to see you. So, he wondered off from the main party down the hallway to what he knew to be Ton’s guest room for some quiet. He didn’t hear any noise from behind the door so he gently opened it, startling when he saw you curled up on the bed.

You hadn’t noticed the door opening, your head buried in a book with Taylor Swift playing softly from your phone. He took a moment to enjoy the sight before him—you, dressed to the nine’s, feet wrapped in fuzzy socks, eyes fervently scanning the pages before you, heels forgotten beside him by the door.

“Y/N?” he spoke softly, as to not startle you but you jumped anyway.

“Will?” you questioned, your head tilting to the side. “What are you doing here?”

“The New Year’s Eve party, silly, what are you doing locked away in here looking so beautiful?”

He was thrilled when you ducked your head, trying to hide the flattered smile that bloomed on your face. “Promise not to laugh.”

“Scout’s honor” he promised, settling on the foot of the bed.

“I’m on the last book of this fantasy series and I just wanted to make sure everyone got through the battle okay” you chuckled, holding up your nearly finished book. “I said hi to everyone but when I didn’t see you, I just wondered in here to try and finish it before midnight.”

“Well, is everyone safe and sound? I wouldn’t want to disturb you” he teased lightly and you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, I have like ten pages left” you chuckled. “I’ll come out and join the party in a few, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry” he shrugged, standing up but then stopped himself. “Would you actually care if I hung in here with you? I’m not in much of a party mood.”

“Sure” you beamed, scooting over on the bed to make room for him beside you. He slipped his shoes off, crawling up the bed to settle into your side, arm wrapped around your middle as you lifted your book.

“Is this okay?” he questioned quietly and you hummed in answer.

“Here, just lay down—that way I can rest my book on your shoulders” you motioned towards your lap and he didn’t have to be told twice, settling his head on your satin covered thighs.

A comfortable silence filled the room, broken only by you flipping the pages of your book. Will could stay this way forever, your scent wrapped around him, his breathing slowing to match your own.

As he began drifting off, you closed the book and set it aside. He felt your focus shift fully to him but he kept his eyes closed, not wanting to break this peaceful spell. He could have purred when your fingers gently ran through his hair, lightly massaging his scalp whenever your hand returned to the top of his head.

“I’m single” he murmured, nuzzling deeper into your lap.

“I know” you answered and he turned to look up into your eyes, confusion evident there judging by your chuckle. “I asked Stephanie.”

He let out a loud laugh, gently taking your hand in his own, “I may have done the same thing” he admitted, causing you to snort and shake your head.

“So, what does that mean?” you asked quietly.

“Hopefully, it means that when I ask you out, you’ll say yes” he questioned, nerves oddly not coming to his stomach. He knew how long you both had wanted this, the timing just never being quite right.

“Well, I can’t wait to say yes then” you smiled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his brow bone as your alarm rang from the nightstand. “Oh, time to get up, it’s 11:55.”

He shifted in response, sitting up and stretching, attempting to smooth out his shirt.

“Here” you offered walking towards him, heels firmly on your feet. He paused his fussing, allowing you to straighten his collar and smooth out the wrinkles that had developed on his chest. Your hand gently ran through his hair, settling down any stray hairs that had fallen out of place. “All better. Do I look alright?”

“You look perfect” he said honestly, rising off the bed and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. As you both exited the room, he marveled at how perfectly you fit there, tucked into his side.

The countdown had begun and Will’s eyes scanned the room, noting Auston immediately finding the two of you in the crowd.

“He’s intolerable” you mumbled, eyes also falling on Tony across the room. As the crowd counted down from ten, a giggle rose in his throat as you jokingly raised your middle finger to your cousin before turning back to him.

His hands settled on your hips, pulling you flush against him as your hands cupped his jaw, thumb caressing his cheek. With the New Year beginning, your lips finally met his and he wound his fingers through your hair to pull you closer. As your mouths moved in perfect harmony together, the rightness of this moment settled around him.

As the crowd picked back up again, he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. “Can I take you out to dinner tomorrow night?”

“You have a game tomorrow, silly” you answered, chuckling. “But you can take me out the next night.”

A/N: I hope y'all enjoyed! Please forgive any typos, I am in fact working through a concussion currently. It turns out writing for Willy has become one of my new favorite things to do. Always happy to hear feedback :)

#william nylander #william nylander blurb #william nylander imagine #william nylander fic #nhl fic #nhl blurb #toronto maple leafs #toronto maple leafs fic #toronto maple leafs blurb #william nylander x reader #The Winter Fic Exchange 2k24

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lukeywritesstuff · 4 months

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Willy

Luke Hughes x Reader

Part one of my social media series

Description: in a childhood game of ping pong Luke lost a bet and now he has to name his first child after William Nylander. They didn’t say the child had to be a human child.

Notes: my first time making a social media tumblr fic, bare with me as I fully figure this out <3.

Warnings: fluff, cats, cursing.

LifeofY/N/N

Liked by: lhughes_06, y/bff/n and 8,556 others

LifeOfY/N/N: new addition to the Y/L/N/Hughes family 🩵🩵🩵 help us name HIM!

Tagged: Lhughes_06

426 comments:

jackhughes: Mini Jack!

_quinnhughes: Literally anything except Mini Jack

trevorzegras: name it Ed Sheeran

williamnylander: baby Hughes, remember the ping pong bet?

→ Lifeofy/n: what… ping pong bet…

→ lhughes_06: I have to name my first child after him. Our first child is our cat.

→ Lifeofy/n: I don’t hate it. Willy suits him tbh!

→ williamnylander: congrats, you can now name your actual children what you want.

→ Lifeofy/n: Willy IS my REAL child you MONSTER! He’s my BABY! I BIRTHED HIM!

Y/bff/n: J CANT EAIT TO BSBYSIT HIM NECT WEEK HES SO TINY SNF CUTE SND AAAHGGGGGGGHHHHHH !!!!!!

#luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes fanfiction #luke hughes imagine #Luke Hughes social media #jack hughes #quinn hughes #william nylander #trevor zegras

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misshoneyimhome · 5 months

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「WILLIAM NYLANDER」

What's up Buttercups 💛

Alright Willy-loving-babes, so I'm trying to reorganise my page since I've received so many wonderful requests - thanks by the way 🙏🏼 and so I've made this new collection with all the imagines and one-shots -

In addition, I'll try and stick to the tag #wn88 imagine so hopefully, it'll always be easy to find the stories again, if ever needed 🥰 more will be added along the way...

Love you all ❤️

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⚡️ smut/mature content // 🌶️ smut/explicit content I 🖋️ Requested I 🍷 Personal faves I 🎄Holiday season I 🌺 fluff/romantic I 🔥 Angst/drama

[IMAGINES]

We are Family I William Nylander🖋️🌺

I Needed To Lose You To Love Me I William Nylander🖋️🌺

The Calm Before the Storm I William Nylander🖋️🌺

Don’t You Own a Shirt! I William Nylander⚡️🍷

One Way or Another I William Nylander⚡️🖋️

The Waves Won't Break My Boat I William Nylander🖋️🌺

Staying quiet was never your strong suit, wasn’t it? I William Nylander⚡️

Smooth Operator I William Nylander Imagine ⚡️🖋️

Cause All of Me, Loves All of You I William Nylander 🖋️🍷

Well, I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know I William Nylander 🖋️🌺

Complicated I William Nylander⚡️🖋️

Three Little Words I William Nylander 🖋️ 🌺

“You’re still horny? Didn’t I fuck you hard enough last night?” | William Nylander⚡️🖋️

Hungry I William Nylander ⚡️🖋️🍷

Willy Doesn't Share... I William Nylander⚡️🖋️

A small bump I William Nylander 🖋️🌺

I want to wear his initial, on a chain 'round my neck | William Nylander 🖋️(⚡️) 🖋️🍷

Girl, you got me thinkin' 'bout, All the things I'd do to you I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

Swing It Like It’s Hot | William Nylander 🖋️🌺

Storm & Thunder - “No, I’m not leaving you like this!” I William Nylander 🖋️🔥

She’s got me Lovestoned I William Nylander 🖋️🌺

Fake it till you make it I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️🌶️

Fall so Hard I William Nylander 🖋️🌺

Starstruck I William Nylander 🖋️🌺

Is This How It Feels To Be In Love? I William Nylander🖋️🎄

I Love the Red | William Nylander 🖋️🎄

Don't mix business with pleasure I William Nylander 🖋️🎄

Julmys I William Nylander 🖋️🎄

My Only Wish I William Nylander 🖋️🎄

Struck by Lightning I William Nylander 1️⃣0️⃣0️⃣ 🍷

Gonna give it to you, in capital letters | William Nylander 🖋️ 1️⃣5️⃣0️⃣ 🍷

“Please don’t leave me…” & “Could you stay, please?” I William Nylander 2️⃣5️⃣0️⃣

"Why can't you just do what you're being told?" I William Nylander (🔥) 2️⃣5️⃣0️⃣

GRATTIS PÅ FÖDSELSEDAGEN ⚡️🌺💭

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[FEATURING]

Want you to be mine… I William Nylander (& Joseph Woll)🖋️

Speechless I William Nylander (& Auston Matthews) 🖋️

Lifting Spirits I William Nylander (& Auston Matthews) Imagine ⚡️🖋️(🌶️)

Hey brother, do you still believe in one another? I William Nylander (& Alex Nylander) 🖋️

I’m only one call away | William Nylander (& John Tavares) 🖋️

I’m only one call away (the other story) | William Nylander 🖋️

But with three of us, honey, it's a sideshow I William Nylander & Matthew Knies - Part One 🔥🌺⚡️

But with three of us, honey, it's a sideshow I William Nylander & Matthew Knies - Part two 🔥🌺⚡️

But with three of us, honey, it's a sideshow I William Nylander & Matthew Knies - Part three 🔥🌺⚡️🌶️

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[SERIES]

「Intern x Willy」 ; ⚡️

「Inexperienced!reader x Willy」 ; ⚡️🍷💦

「Dad!Willy x reader」 ; ⚡️🍷🤰🏼

「Prof!Willy x reader」 ; AU ⚡️🌶️

#wn88 imagine #william nylander imagine #collection #navigation

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sportswriters · 1 month

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sportswriters' nhl recommendations list

first of all, we love lists. second of all, we appreciate everyone who takes their time to put these works together, so we decided to do our own recommendation post. at last, these authors deserve all the love, we keep coming back to the space you created in this mess of a world. thank you, truly.

be aware of the individual warnings before reading. if the links are wrong or stopped working, please let us know.

love, namu and ella.

LAST UPDATE: 10/04/2024

guidelines | a: angst, f: fluff, s: smut, c: comedy, 💗: personal favorite

604 miles with luke hughes by @zegrasdrysdale | a, f | established relationship

canes red with jesperi kotkaniemi by @hoesforthecanes | s | established relationship

late night teasing with jack hughes by @alwayshughes | suggestive | established relationship

out with jack hughes by @babydollmarauders | f | secret established relationship

a guided hand with quinn hughes by @sweetestdesire | f, suggestive, aftercare | established relationship

gonna give it to you in capital letters with william nylander by @misshoneyimhome | a, f | secret established relationship

captain doesn't have to know with jeremy swayman by @skjeinon | s | friends to lovers

show you with mat barzal by @islesnucks | f | yearning, friends to lovers

the worst wing-woman with mat barzal by @youunravelme | a, f | co-workers to friends to lovers

yours with frederik andersen by @secretlittlerandezvous | a, f | established relationship

football recs list | list of players we write with | masterlist (soon!)

#nhl imagines #jeremy swayman imagines #carolina hurricanes imagines #andrei svechnikov imagines #jack drury imagines #brady skjei imagines #jesperi kotkaniemi imagines #nhl scenarios #nhl imagine #fic recs #fic recommendation #mat barzal imagines #william nylander imagines #jack hughes imagines #quinn hughe imagines #luke hughes imagines #nhl recs #nhl masterlist

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pucked-bunnie · 2 months

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ABOUT: This is a fan-fiction blog centered around hockey players and the nhl, please not that not all requests will be completed and may be deleted if not within my comfort zone.

BLOG UNDER CONSTRUCTION; SOME LINKS MAY NOT WORK/ARE NOT POSTED YET

⎜ inbox status : open⎜

⎜ fic requests : open⎜

⎜chat & questions : open ⎜

⎜prompt list ⎜

⎜masterlist ⎜

⎜who i write for ⎜

nico hischier

timo meier

dawson mercer

alexander holtz

john marino

luke hughes

jack hughes

quinn huges

mat barzal

elias pettersson

trent frederic

jeremy swayman

auston matthews

joseph woll

william nylander

cole caufield

jamie drysdale

matthew knies

seth jarvis

cale makar

jesperi kotkaniemi

⎜genres i write ⎜

horror

thriller

angst

romance

alternate universes (e.g. soulmate au, college au etc.)

fluff

summer lovin' - l.hughes (requested)

synopsis: a summer down at the lake house always had a way of changing peoples relationships.

oh captain, my captain - n.hischier

synopsis: as the new team nurse of the new jersey devils you knew that staying at arms length with the players was for the best, but injuries can bring out your deepest emotions.

my all star - e.pettersson

synopsis: you’ve been dating for a while now and after receiving an invite to go to the all star weekend with Elias you realise your relationship is about to change.

puppy love - t.frederic (requested)

synopsis: you met him once by accident, you don't know what to do when you start your new job with a little bit of puppy love

shameless flirt - a.matthews

synopsis: working as a team trainer came with many ups and downs, when you pull one of toronto's super stars the downs seem to outweigh the ups - but auston is always willing to bring you back up.

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couldawouldashoulda50 · 6 months

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The Homecoming - Round 1

Overview - William arrives home after the longest road-trip of the 2023/24 season; you both can hardly wait to reconnect.

Pairing: William Nylander x f!reader. (Note- the reader is a globally famous musician/singer/songwriter)

Word Count: 4k+

Warnings: 18+ only; pregnancy; smut (oral m & f receiving, intercourse; slight masturbation references); fluff; swearing. Be kind, this is my very first time writing/posting...I may not know what the hell I'm doing...just hope it all makes sense.

A/N - this is part of a William Nylander x reader series that I am working on currently. The following story is based on the present, whereas the WIP series spans the timeframe from when William and the reader meet up to the present day. I’m sorry; I know this might be like reading the ending first, but it’s literally my very first fic post…there was something with this storyline that just flowed so easily. I’ve been anxious to just get it out in the universe so I can get it out of my head...I need to be able concentrate on my actual day job again.

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You lay in bed, sound asleep; two dogs flank your body, both resting peacefully.

Pablo’s head raises suddenly, followed by Banksy. Each of the dogs leap off of the plush king bed and bolt out of the bedroom as fast as their legs will take them.

You awaken with the sound of William’s voice as he comes through the door at the front entrance of your home, greeting both dogs with loads of love and affection.

“How are my boys? How are you? Were you good for Mama while I was away? Eh? Ooooooh…I missed you guys. I missed your Mama too” William said, half whispering.

Normally you would get up with the dogs and watch the two wriggle and jump up to greet him at the door, smothering him in dog kisses. You would patiently wait your turn and essentially do the same as Pablo and Banksy; you kiss him gently, wrap yourself around him, whispering to him how much you missed him, and how happy you are that he's home. He in turn, would murmur a few things against the sensitive skin behind your ear, mostly naughty things that he’s been wanting to do to you.

But now, being 6 months pregnant, and between the aches in your back and hips and your ever growing tummy, William knew how much harder it’s been for you to get comfortable, especially in bed. He lovingly told you the night before when you spoke that you were to stay put when he arrives home - and no staying awake waiting for him either, he said.

William walks into the overly spacious bedroom with Pablo and Banksy trotting behind him and drops his bags on the couch by the fireplace. As he unbuttons his white dress shirt, he looks over at you and smiles. It always catches you…William has smiled at you a million times over and still, each and every time, your heart expands with absolute adoration for him. “Hi, my love” you say, longingly.

He walks towards the bed, tilting his head to the side to look at your face in the dim light.

“How are you feeling? I forgot to ask you - did this thing help you sleep at all?” William nods his head toward the large body pillow that he brought home for you before he left on his trip.

You break out into a grin. Lately, your hormones have kicked into high gear, with vivid sex images with William being the only thing on your mind. So while the pillow gave you the comfort and support you needed, the firm plush piece that was nestled between your thighs only exasperated your unruly libido. “Hmmm, well…it helped once I actually fell asleep” you said, gliding your hand over the fabric, “but….it’s this thick piece between my legs…all it made me think of is the thick thing between your legs. I feel like a dog in heat…so that part’s been fucking torture.”

William laughs as he continues to undress. He throws his shirt and the rest of his clothing on the upholstered bench at the foot of the bed, leaving his shorts on. You immediately stare at his package and bite your lip, unintentionally releasing a tiny moan.

“I mean it…I’m not kidding. It’s all I can think about…and William, I’m telling you….the thoughts I have about you are just fucking filthy”.

You pressed your thighs together against said pillow to try to get some relief from the pressure that’s heightening around your core. You really weren’t exaggerating; your hormones are raging and you swear you could fuck him into next week and it still wouldn’t be enough.

“Seriously, you have to help me…it’s required as part of your husband/pre-DILF duties”.

“Didn’t you…you know…take care of ‘business’ yourself at all while I was gone?” a wry smirk appeared on his lips. “You could have mentioned what was going on with you when we Facetimed…I could have…y’know - walked you through what I would have done if I was here…” William said coyly.

“Mmmmm…I thought about it - I thought maybe showing you how badly I needed you while you watched me...taking care of business.. that I would get some relief that way” you said, your voice soft with a hint of seduction.

“But I knew the minute I got going, no matter what I used - fingers, toys…whatever - the only thing that would completely satisfy me is a nice hard dick. And not like my Willy’s cock clone that I have to break out when you’re away - I literally only want your dick inside me. God damn, it’s so fucking good…” you smile up at him, gripping the pillow a little harder now. Even just talking about his cock is turning you on.

“So, yeah…”, your eyes trail back down to his shorts, as you nod to his unwrapped gift “there’s that.” You pause; there’s not many things you feel uncomfortable telling William but you’re not quite certain how he’ll react with your next confession. “There’s something else too. Your joy juice - that’s the other thing I’m craving…fuck, I can’t stop thinking about it. On my face, in my mouth….fed to me….”, you blush and giggle a little with your admissions, but you have no filter now as your desire for him was reaching a fever pitch. “This pregnancy has turned me from a respected musician to William Nylander’s personal cum slut”, you said dryly,

William’s mouth drops open a little but a wry smile begins to form on his lips. “Oh really, eh? You’re my personal cum slut?” he laughs. “Well then…what wifey wants, wifey shall get”.

You watch each movement of his muscular body as he crawls up onto the bed, slides under the sheets and duvet, and shifts his body towards you. He lay on his side, his gorgeous face close enough to yours that you can feel his breath.

“Seriously….I missed you so much, William. It felt like you were gone forever. You looked amazing during the games though…as usual”, you said, bringing your hand up to trace his jawline. You think to yourself, ‘God - you are so gone for this man’.

“I missed you too - it was a long fucking trip....all I wanted was you like this, all... day... long,” William smiles and leans in, kissing you gently; his arms circle around you, supporting your body as he pushes the giant pillow out of the way and engulfs you in his embrace. He slides his hand down onto your baby bump, hoping to feel a kick from your unborn son. You scan his face as he does the same to yours; you gently graze his lips, wanting to breathe him in more. It’s not long before there’s a flurry of activity from your tummy, as though the baby wants to show off some tricks for his Dad.

With you in his arms and feeling his baby kick, William’s turquoise eyes are fixed on yours; he smiles widely at the fluttery feeling from the baby’s movements…he finds himself completely mesmerized by you.

He leans in for a deeper kiss. Your hand snakes along his jawline into his thick mane of blonde hair, pulling his mouth to yours. That initial taste of his tongue against yours evokes a long, breathy moan from your mouth. Your hunger for him now borders on animalistic. You’re afraid that your need for him is wound so tightly that once he touches your engorged pussy, he might actually send you into orbit.

Every touch on each other’s body elicits extended drawn out moans that are untamed, as your mouths feast on each other’s taste.

William’s hand slowly slides along the underside of your round stomach, and in no time, his hand dips under the band of your cotton panties. You’ve told him of your desperation already, but when his middle finger reaches the top of your slit, he moans as slides his thick digit into your wet folds. He watches you as you close your eyes and grip his shoulders at the mere grazing of your clit. Your breathing has already become erratic and he has barely even begun working you over.

“Fuck - please…William…..I need you inside of me…please…” you whisper close to his ear.

“I know - soon, min Ӓlskling…here, come up here, I want to see all of you…I’ve missed touching your body”. William gently removes his fingers from underneath your panties.

William kicks back the sheets and props himself up on his one forearm. You sit up on your knees and William helps you slide your panties off. His eyes darken as he glimpses at your exposed pussy; the sheen of wetness that he spread with his finger apparent.

The road trip was long and despite his focus on the ice - which led to a number of stellar performances from him - when he could allow his thoughts to wander, he only thought about you. Although he knows you desperately need a release, he wants to savour every moment of this homecoming too. He planned to take his time with you, he just didn’t expect you to be wound so tightly with your pent up yearning for him.

His hands reached out to caress your pregnant belly again; William is completely infatuated with the way you look. Prior to getting pregnant, your breasts were already one of his favourite features on you but in the past month, they have become even more full and voluptuous. His hands move up from your stomach and they cup each breast. You look down at his shorts which are fully tented now and you can hardly wait to wrap your hand, your mouth, your core, in whatever order, around his thick member.

William raises himself up and begins to kiss your neck, slowly and sensually. His mouth feels so agonizingly good; you whisper how in love you are with him as you run your fingers through his hair. William begins kissing your soft, round breast and with his tongue pointed, he slowly begins to lick your tightened nipple in a circular motion. The intense sensation of his wet tongue and hot breath connecting with your nipple immediately rocks you; your body is so highly sensitive to his touch, everything he does sends a shockwave down to your core. You can’t help but to grab the back of his head with your one hand, fisting his hair in order to keep his mouth latched to your nipple. Seeing your reaction as he continues to lick and suck on one of your tits, he begins to manipulate your other nipple with the fingers of his left hand.

His other hand begins to travel down from your stomach to your pussy, now drenched in your juices. His middle finger toys with your clitoris, and he feels your grip tightening in his hair. He inserts his middle finger deep into your core, and as he gyrates his hand, you cry out to him, grabbing his wrist as your hips begin to writhe around on his hand. He begins to alternate between finger-fucking you and spreading your wetness around your highly sensitive bud.

William withdraws both his mouth from your nipple and his finger from your folds. You whimper at their departure but the sound is muffled by his mouth as he kisses you slowly. You lessen your grip on his hair as your mouths and tongues lightly graze each other. Exhaling deeply and biting your lip yet again, you lean your forehead against his, trying to stabilize your breathing.

With your fingers splayed wide, you run both your hands down his chest. You don’t know how you’ve gotten to be so fortunate to be able to touch this man so intimately.

“Climb on top of me, Y/N…on top of my face” William said in a voice low and gravelly, as he lay on his back. “I wanna make you cum so hard for me”

William knows in once sense that he might be tormenting you a little with not just fucking you into the mattress like he knows you want. It might seem selfish, but he’s been needing you as much as you’ve needed him lately, and he’s looking to draw this out for a little longer to savour every bit of you.

William helps you straddle him. Having your legs opened up, allowing your pussy to connect with William’s muscular torso gives way to the urge to rub and grind your dripping cunt against him. William’s eyes are transfixed on your movements; he’s completely engrossed watching you rock back and forth, while you cradle the underside of your belly for support. You look ethereal, angelic even as your long hair sweeps across his forearms. Your eyes are fluttering shut; waves of desire pulsate through your core. You lean your head back and your long curls fall between his legs and start grazing his member.

William’s hands move around your body, his desire for you on full display.

“Come here…come up here - I need to taste you now, Y/N”.

You lace your fingers with William’s as he helps you move on your knees until your swollen entrance is hovering above his mouth. The initial contact when his pointed tongue licks the entire length of your wetness has you clutching the headboard. ‘You’re in trouble now’ you think to yourself.

William expertly swirls his tongue around your aching nub as he steadies your hip movements with his strong grip to the rhythm he has dictated. He continues to alternate between sucking on your sweet spot and tongue-fucking you, driving you to the edge of insanity with the stimulation. The vibration of each moan from William adds to the intense pleasure that courses through your body. You match his moans with shrieks of delight, quivering whimpers, and his name falling from your lips on a continuous loop.

Suddenly, your head snaps back as your cunt is flushed with heat, and instinctively you clench your inner walls. You can feel your orgasm building like a tidal wave and you slam both hands against the headboard and grip the fabric for dear life.

“Will! Will - Willi-um - I’m…fuck!! Oh my GOD…please! William!” letting out a sharp cry as your voice strains.

William keeps working his magic between your thighs, his hands still in control of your hip movements.

You might end up tearing your upholstered headboard at this rate, your knuckles have turned white from your vice-grip like hold. Your mouth is open but there is no sound, only heavy pants as your hips try to buck wildly against William’s restraint.

Then your orgasm hits, crashing into you like a tidal wave making you cry out for William. You grab a hold of the pillow that William’s head is resting on; your breath is shaking as your body slows its writhing, twitching with your final release.

You lift yourself up so you could scooch down a little further back onto his torso; up until now, your pregnant belly obstructed your view of William’s face while he worked you into delirium.

“Oh my God….William….” you said as you looked down at him. You smooth his tousled hair from his face and using the side of your thumb, you start to gently swipe your lady juice from around his mouth and his dense five o’clock shadow.

His eyes are locked on yours and as he sits up, he pulls you in for a sloppy kiss. “See how fucking good you taste?” he said, smirking.

“You are fucking incredible…absolutely amazing, my husband…” you said breathlessly, lips still connected with his.

You remain straddling William and you reach behind to gently touch his fully erect cock. You feign surprise as though you had opened up the best present of your life, letting out a gasp followed by a moan. Your gaze returns to William’s face and in a voice thick with desire, you simply say “Mmmm…my turn…”

You are desperate to quench the insatiable urge to taste his cum. You slide off William’s lap and he lets himself fall back onto the mattress. You start by kissing and running your tongue down his flesh towards his cock. When you reach his treasure trail, you take your time stroking his path with your tongue. You work your way down until his flawless member is directly in front of you; his above average length and supreme girth makes your mouth salivate and pussy throb simultaneously. The head of his dick is coated with pearlized liquid and you waste no time by running your tongue along his tip, dipping your tongue into the hollow spot at the top repeatedly which encourages more precum to leak from the smooth head.

Grunts and groans, followed by your name fall from William’s mouth as you accept the full length of his firm cock toward the back of your throat. Your senses are going wild; the feel of his dick in your mouth, the faint smell of his body wash and cologne, the salty-sweet taste of his seeping arousal. You try to shift your body to find a more comfortable angle as you continue to suck and deep-throat his member. You love giving him head, but the discomfort from leaning over with a baby growing inside of you is creating a lot of pressure around your abdomen and back.

“William - I’m so sorry…I don’t think I can lean over like this…the baby…”

William sits up, a slight look of concern on his face. “Are you ok?? Do you want to stop?”

“NO!! God - no…I just need to find a better position” you said, rubbing your belly.

William leans over the side of the bed reaching for the large pregnancy pillow he bought you. You watch this dream of a man shift the other pillows that have been strewn around on the bed to make room. He’s kneeling as he guides you towards the pillow, his leg muscles showing every contour and his magnificent cock juts out, still rigid from what you were doing to him with your mouth moments ago.

“Let me hear how much you missed my cock fucking you,” William growled as he kissed your mouth.

You crawl over to the pillow, your round ass up in the air, on display for William. You look back at him, flip your hair to the side and smile sweetly as he stares at you, his mouth slightly agape.

You manipulate the pillow so it supports your entire midriff comfortably. Conveniently, it also allows you to arch your back a little more; it’s a clear invitation to William that you want whatever he’s offering from behind. His dick starts to twitch - William knows exactly what you want from him in this position.

Your pussy is already wet, but William’s cock is substantial and needs extra lubrication before he enters you. His fingers deftly caress your clitoris and as you moan his name, and it’s not long before he knows you’re primed and ready for him. He gives you a kiss on one of your ass cheeks and then gives you a little spank. He lines the tip of his dick up to your swollen folds, running it through the wetness that has pooled at your centre. He begins to push his dick into your entrance slowly; his strong grip on your hips helping him slide in.

You moan loudly as his cock stretches your walls; the initial pain quickly gives way to pleasure as your eyes roll into the back of your head. William buries his cock deep into your core and when he’s fully inside of you, he holds you in position for a moment. You clench around his cock and you give into the urge to rotate your hips just to feel his dick move inside of you.

You glance at William over your shoulder as your pent up desire gives way to full desperation for him to fuck you hard. William’s gaze meets yours; a crooked smile starts to form on his face.

William begins with slow movements - he is torturing you in the best possible way right now. He knows the build-up will be more satisfying for you in the long run rather than just pounding your pussy mercilessly straight out of the gate.

“William…oh my god” you whisper breathlessly. “Please….you feel so fucking good…please, I need you to fuck me…” you beg.

You try to satiate your need for him to rail you by rotating and bucking your hips as he presses his cock deeper each time he enters you.

You hear a faint chuckle from William followed by a low moan as he increases his speed.

Your face falls and is now buried in the pillow and your words are muffled as he begins his firm and rhythmic thrusts.

“Oh my God William….oh my god…fucking….please….fuck me…” you wail. As he moves in and out of your cunt, he can feel the hard grip of your walls around his shaft

“Fuuuuck me…you are so fucking tight Y/N…” William grits his teeth as he continues to bury his cock inside of you, thrusts becoming more rapid; the erotic sounds of grunts and moans from both of you collide with the sound of skin slapping against skin.

You clutch the sheets as he continues to ride you hard. He grabs the meatier flesh at the top of your ass and continues to pound you, your moans sound more like a siren now…continuous cries reverberate off the walls.

He gathers your hair into his one hand as his other hand moves up and grips your shoulder, allowing him to penetrate you deeper. You feel like you’re descending into insanity, your mind is overwhelmed by pure ecstasy and all you can do is succumb to your body’s state of bliss.

William looks down at you as his fast and powerful thrusts are making your legs start to quiver. He watches as your toned muscles in your arms and back constrict, covered in a light sheen of sweat as he fulfils all of your desires. William growls as he reaches the height of his arousal; his hips move erratically and his fingertips indent your flesh ever further. He looks down and sees your own arousal decorating his cock with opaque streaks as it pools around his base. He grunts at the sight of your slickness and is so close to relief but he wants to make sure you cum first.

“I’m so close, baby - fuck….fuck….you feel so fucking good” William groans.

Your cheeks are blazing hot as your orgasm takes hold of your body. It’s a feeling so intense that your body feels like it’s short-circuiting. “I’m right there - right there….oh my God William!” you shriek, grappling with the mattress from the sheer force of your release. Your thighs try to close together and you buck wildly as your pussy clenches William’s cock so hard that you push him right out of you. William quickly grabs his dick and with a few firm pumps, he unleashes his load onto your ass.

“Holy shit Y/N….” William said after a few seconds, trying to catch his breath.

You lie there, body still trembling as the aftershock of such a forceful orgasm travels through your body. You remain in the same position with William still behind you. You shift your head so your forehead is resting on the pillow as your breathing begins to slow.

“Y/N?” William’s voice is soft and low.

“Mmmm-hmm” is all you can muster. He senses you smiling into the pillow.

“You still have that craving? You know…my - what’d you call it….joy juice?

Drawing out the same sound, you respond “Mmmmmmmm-hmmmmmmmm” while giving your ass a little wiggle.

You hear William chuckle slightly as he runs two fingers through the streams of his cum on your skin. You manage to find the strength to push yourself back up onto your hands, flipping your matted curls to the side as seductively as possible. He stares at your mouth as you accept his coated middle and ring fingers, your tongue swirling around his digits, making sure you’ve licked every single drop of his cum from his fingers. You hold onto his hand, placing open-mouthed kisses on his palm and then place it on your still hot cheek. He responds by placing gentle kisses along your shoulder-blade and murmurs how much he loves you.

Gingerly, you both begin to move; he comes along to your side and helps guide your body back in between the arms of the pregnancy pillow. He peppers you with kisses and you lazily run your fingers through his hair, unable to stop smiling. He manages to squeeze in right next to you and as he pulls you into his chest, you exhale deeply. This is your favourite spot in the whole world; wrapped in William’s arms, your face against his broad and beautiful chest.

“You feel better now - you got what you wanted?” William quietly asks, chuckling into your hair.

“I think I’m still cumming, if that’s even possible…so fucking good”, you mumble into his chest.

After a few minutes, William kisses the top of your head and starts to get up out of bed.

“I’ll be back in a second…do you need anything?”

You moan and exaggerate a pout followed by a smile….never wanting to leave the warmth and comfort of his embrace. You smile and shake your head ‘no’ while sliding towards the edge of the bed, holding your belly and trying to look somewhat graceful. William offers both of his hands to help stand you up. You grab William’s white dress shirt from the end of the bed and put it on; his natural smell mixed with his cologne almost makes you weak in the knees.

William pulls you back into him, his hands roaming under his dress shirt as he presses his lips against yours. “You have to let me take a picture of you in this…you have no idea how fucking gorgeous you look right now”.

You smile against his lips. “You can do whatever you want with me when you come back to bed”. Your hands slowly descend to his ass; you gently rub yourself against his member, now cloaked under his shorts.

William groans against your lips and apprehensively breaks from your embrace. He summons for the dogs to come.

“I’m taking the dogs out so we can sleep in a bit tomorrow. Get ready for Round 2” he purrs.

You watch him walk away with the dogs in tow; the view of his muscular stature and his tight round ass as he exits your bedroom has you clenching your thighs, needing him all over again.

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5 times with Willy Nylander.

Five first times with Willy.

Warning: light smut in one part. +18. The title is quite obvious so...

When he first met you.

A brown ball of fluff passed you running really fast, leaving you a bit confused. But then it stopped and turned around. The dog came running back and jumped on your legs.

"Hey, buddy. Who are you?"

"Grab him!"

You turned around to see a guy running in your direction. He was quite far and had a dog. So you understood this onewas his and was on the run. So you grabbed it's loose leash.

"Are you running from your dad?" You said giggling.

"Oh wow. I thought I'd never catch him"

The guy arrived next to you and gave himself a second to catch a breath. Then he looked up at you and...

"I know you" It slipped past your lips and made his eyes grow wide. "Fuck. Sorry. So rude"

"No, no. Don't worry. You caught Pablo so... Thank you" He smiled big.

You had trapped William Nylander's dog and fucked up its runaway plans.

"Yeah. No problem"

William smiled sweetly at you and looked down at the dog. "Don't you dare to do that again, ever."

You chuckled.

"He wanted to say hi"

"To the squirrels, yeah"

"They seem sweet" You said petting both dogs at the same time.

"They are. Pablo and Bansky, say hi to..."

"YN"

"Wil-" She knows, idiot. "You know me"

You laughed and blushed. "Yeah. I'm a fan. Nice to meet you, William. And you two guys"

"Same, YN." He scratched the back of his head. "And thank you very much. I thought he wouldn't stop ever. I'm really sore and..."

"The game? It was awesome. You guys played amazing yesterday"

He knew he already had heart eyes by then. "Thank you. It was a good game"

"An amazing goal too"

That made him blush and look down at the dogs. Why was he so nervous? You were a fan. He had met thousands. What was different? Apart that the fact that you were beautiful and... You've met many many beautiful fans Willy. Yeah, but you were holding Pablo's leash and it looked good in your hand and... Fucking shit, that's weird Willy.

"Are you okay?" You softly asked with a smile. He was spiralling and you could see his mind working fast.

"Y-Yeah. I am" He nodded quickly. "I am fine. Okay. Just tired."

"Oh" He was actually really cute.

Ask her. Ask her. Ask her. Don't be stupid. Ask her.

"YN"

"William"

"Willy. Call me Willy"

You smiled and nodded. William Nylander wanted you to call him Willy. Cool.

"Can I have your number, YN?"

Heat crept to your cheeks. Could he? Duh. He was fucking William Nylander from the Leafs.

"Yes. Of course you can"

Willy kept himself from jumping around. But smiled happily.

You wrote your number on his phone and gave it back to him.

"I'll text you" He said

"I'll be waiting" Your heart was beating fast.

"I actually have to go. But I would love to meet you again... Whenever you can"

"That's amazing. We'll talk, yeah?"

"Yeah. See you, YN" He smiled at you one last time and then turned around and started walking on the opposite direction.

You lifted your eyebrows and looked at him in awe. This wasn't happening. It must be some kind of joke.

You looked down and Pablo looked up. He moved his head to the side as if he was trying to tell you something. It made you chuckle.

"Willy!"

He was so immersed in his thoughts that you had to call again. He hadn't even noticed Banksy pulling its leash.

"Willy!"

When he turned around, his face turned red like a tomato.

"You forget something" You were walking toward him and Pablo was hurrying.

"Oh fuck"

When you went to your first game.

"Is she here?" Mitch asked.

By then, everyone in the team knew about you. Willy was so in love. Literally in love. He didn't deny it. You had been going out, texting nonstop, sharing stuff, having walks for months already. It had been so natural that the friendship didn't bother him at all. He adored you and he adored being your friend. He wanted more, yes. But he wasn't in a hurry. He was enjoying the whole process, getting to know you and bonding.

"She is"

Mitch squeaked in happiness. "Oh man. We are winning this tonight. You can't embarrass yourself"

He did. Right after scoring, Willy ran over someone and fell in the most ridiculous way. Other time, he wouldn't have care. But this time he knew you were there watching and he wanted the ice to open and swallow him.

"Oh my fucking god" He groaned when Michael hugged him.

"Well done buddy."

They would have a good laugh with this.

To be fair, you thought it was cute. Your friend laughed at you and asked if that was your boy, only making you look away and your cheeks warm.

After the game, you received a text. Because yes, although they had won and wanted to celebrate, Willy had run to text you. Don't leave yet. I want to see you.

It was a strange feeling when someone from security came to pick you up and guided you through the corridors.

"Hey" Willy had the biggest smile when he saw you there. The blue looked so fucking good in you. "You look good"

With a big smile, you turned around and showed him...

"Oh wow" He muttered. So... This is what they talk about. He was feeling so many things. His number looked perfect on you. "I was expecting you with a Tavares jersey"

You chuckled and pulled him in a hug. "You are my favourite, Willy" You whispered in his ear.

He thought he would fall apart right there. "I literally fell again while celebrating"

You laughed and pulled back, pinching his red cheeks.

"That was the cutest shit I've seen"

He laughed. "I can't be cute, I'm a hockey player. I need to be tough.

"Too late, Nylander"

He pulled you closer and for a second you thought he would kiss you. You wanted, of course, you wanted. But there were so many people around, you didn't want your first kiss with him like this. His lips landed on your cheek, though. You let a sigh out and closed your eyes for a second.

"Thank you for coming today" He said sincerely.

You smiled and kissed his cheek. "I will be there whenever you want me to"

"He already has a pass for you!" Someone shouted from the end of the corridor.

You both looked. "That's Mitch Marner" You were talking in whispers, fully aware now of the group of men kids eavesdropping.

"He is. And he is excited about meeting you"

"And why is that?"

"Someone told them about you," Willy said with a playful grin on his lips and a delicate hand sliding around your waist.

"Oh, wow. And who could that be?"

"Pablo"

You laughed hard and Willy thought again of kissing you.

"Do you want to meet my friends?"

"As a fan or as your friend?"

"As my special friend" With that statement, Willy laid his intentions on the table and waited for your response.

Your face couldn't show more happiness. You adored the blonde. Willy had come out of nowhere in your life and turned it upside down and you wanted nothing more than to get closer to him. As close as possible.

"I'd love to"

When you first kissed.

Willy had called you with urgency in his voice. He was desperate and had called various people already, his closest, but none could help him.

"Hey, honey" You said with a calming voice. "What's wrong?"

"Bansky ate something in the park. We have been at the vet's and they said it would be alright but..."

You covered your mouth.

"The game"

"Yeah, I have to leave in less than an hour and I can't leave them here alone. There must be someone keeping an eye on them"

"I'll go" The sigh that left his body was enough to leave him breathless.

"Thank you" He sounded so relieved. "I promise they are both fine, it's just in case."

He called you an uber and soon you were at his house. IT wasn't the first time you were in there, but it would be the first time you were alone. He is your friend. It's fine. IT had been weeks since the game and after the 'special' friend statement but nothing else had happened.

William engulfed you in a big hug once you had left your things in the chair. "You wouldn't believe how thankful I am"

You kissed his cheek and fixed his hair. "Willy, it's fine. You don't need to thank me. I'm more than happy to spend the night here with the boys. We will watch the game and cheer a lot"

His heart went mad.

"I'll send you dinner" He said making you laugh.

"You are cute. But it's alright. Chips, please"

He nodded quickly and kissed your forehead. "Just... call if something happens. Alex's number is on the fridge just in case. He was busy but..."

"Willy, we will be fine. Go or you'll be late"

He kissed your cheek this time and sprinted out.

At first, you felt shy. You were alone, yes. But that was the problem. This was Willy's home. You sat for long in the sofa, waiting for the game to start. Pablo and Bansky were by your side. Then, on one quick run to the toilet, you found a door half-open. You knew you shouldn't, but you found yourself pushing it.

It was messy and it made you chuckle and shake your head. Willy was the master of doing stuff at the last minute. That and the whole thing with Bansky... You could imagine him running around and just throwing stuff out of the wardrobes trying to find the perfect outfit. It made you smile. But something caught your eye. A blue hoodie was discharged in the middle of the bed, still with marks from being folded in the wardrobe. You stuttered before grabbing it. Pulling it close to your nose, you noticed the faint smell of him, of his clothes. "Do you think he'll be angry, Pablo?"

The dog shook his head as if he was answering you. "No? I'll leave it here before he comes. Won't bother much"

You put the hoodie on, getting a warm feeling in your belly. You were his special friend. You talked every day, you said good morning and good night, and he had even started sending you embarrassing reaction selfies and photos of this you may like. It was getting serious, right? Wearing his hoodie while watching his game as you took care of his dogs at his house... Fuck.

You ran back to the sofa and tried to not give much more attention to the topic. It was okay. Everything was fine. It wasn't as if you were head over heels for him. Tss.

Willy opened the door expecting his dogs to come to say hi. But he was only welcomed by the faint sound of the TV.

Lost. They had lost and he was tired as hell. But the moment he stepped out of the ice, he remembered you were at home waiting for him.

He took his shoes off and discharged the bag in the hall, then walked to the living room and his heart stopped. His blanket, his hoodie, his dog, his favourite pillow... You were sleeping at his, lips half open and soft snores filling the room. The TV was low and they were replaying parts of the game. Banksy was sleeping cuddled to you and Pablo had taken the place at your feet. They were carefully covered and his heart warmed at the thought of you making sure they were warm before falling asleep. The night was ending much better than he thought, the only problem was that now he didn't know what to do.

He walked slowly and Pablo woke up. "Tight sleep buddy?" The dog said hi while Banksy woke up. He also said hi and moved a bit when Willy sat on the edge of the big sofa. You stirred in your sleep and brushed your eyes.

"That's so cute" Willy whispered mostly to himself.

Your eyes shot open and you sat straight against the corner of the sofa. "Willy. I fell asleep. Wow. It's so late" You said without even checking the time.

He smiled softly. There was something overcoming him. The was something telling him to pull you closer, to make you his, to finally ask the question. But you pouted and he forgot for a second.

"I'm sorry for the game. You guys did such a great job"

He shrugged. "It's fine, more will come"

You reached to slowly caress his hand, stroking your finger over his cheekbone. He looked exhausted. "I'll get going. You are tired and so are the guys."

You tried to move, but his hand on your leg stopped you. "W-wait a second" He decided to start a stupid conversation so he would have you longer in there. "Everything was fine, right? No problems"

"Nop, they both ate their dinner and Banksy had the medicine" You said with a cute smile.

Fuck it. He thought. Then, he cupped your cheeks, both hands firmly grabbing both sides of your face and his fingers curling around your ears and your hair. You panted softly and your eyes fell on his lips, enough for him to know that it was alright.

The kiss was soft, his lips carefully moved with yours and his tongue made a delicate job to part them. It was nice and slow, you had given yourself the privilege to run your hands over his hair, still a bit wet from the shower. Willy was great at kissing, or maybe it was just you that had been desperate to feel it. But when you both pull back, it was as if time hadn't passed. You bushed your nose with his and pecked his lips softly. The grin that appeared on them showed nothing but pure happiness.

"Don't go, please"

You felt your heart hammering hard in your chest.

"Do you want me to stay?"

"After a shitty game and finding you on my sofa, wearing my hoodie and with my dogs, the only thing that I want is to put some film and cuddle here with you"

You sighed in pure joy and kissed his cheek. "Go and get your pyjamas, then"

Willy smiled too and ran to obey you and be back as soon as possible.

You were left alone and took the opportunity to take a deep breath, then, you looked at Pablo and squeezed him. "Thank you, thank you, thank you" Only because of him, you were the happiest girl on Earth.

When you had your first time together.

You sighed and ran your fingers throw your hair. You had been out with Willy and his friends from the team. Still, you were just his friend. Willy's friend. The one that cuddled with him after games, went out for dinner on random nights, texted nonstop. The one that would sleep at his because yours was far from the bar you had been at.

"All good?" He asked laying a hand on your waist. You nodded and forced a smile. "Sure? Was it the drinks? I told you to not have that thing Michael orders. It's a bomb" He chuckled.

You kissed, cuddled, had long make-out sessions, and clearly had feelings for each other,... But that was it. What was it?"

"YN" You hadn't noticed he has walked away. "Do you want something?"

"Willy"

When you called his name in that serious tone, he stopped walking and looked at you. "What?"

"What are we?" Your voice came out in a whisper. He could barely hear you.

Silence filled the room for long seconds. What were you? He was okay with this, with how things were. But he clearly wanted more. It had been months already but he didn't know what you wanted. Should I ask?

"W-what do you want us to be?"

You sighed and crossed your arms. "To be honest? I want to be your girlfriend."

Willy's head turned. He almost had to grab the closest furniture.

"M-my girlfriend?"

"Yes, Willy."

"Fuck" He breathed out. "I want you to be my girlfriend. Fuck yes. I really do"

A smile broke on your lips.

"Then?"

"Then what?"

"What are you waiting for?"

He laughed and crossed the room. It was quick. Only a second later he had you under him on the sofa, heavy body pressing yours down in the most delicious way.

The kisses were deep and slow. By now, you had already had enough make-out sessions to expertly kiss.

Willy's mind was foggy. You. His girlfriend. His sofa. Your dress hooked up in your hips. You soft hums on his mouth. Those fingers pulling his hair. Fuck.

He pulled back from your lips and kissed his way down to your chest. It was unbelievable. Finally, you were doing this.

The moment he pushed in you the prettiest sound left your mouth. You were pretty sensitive from the orgasm he had just given you. Feeling him push in you so deeply and smoothly made you want to scream. But his lips caught yours and he swallowed the moans.

It was slow and deep, he completely took the hit when you said harder. Willy hooked your leg up and grabbed into the sofa, giving you exactly what you were asking for.

"Oh fuck, Willy" You muttered on his lips. "Fuck, fuck...".

"Yes, baby. I feel it too" He groaned and kissed you hard, tongue and teeth making the kiss messy.

It hit like lighting. Maybe it was the pent-up tension or that you were made for each other, you didn't know, but Willy made you feel like no one had and you almost lose yourself to it. Your head fell back and a loud moan filled the room.

"Yes... You feel so good around me, baby. I'm gonna..."

With a last hard and deep thrust, Willy collapsed on you, nuzzling on your neck and basically begging to be held. Which you did. You hugged him with arms and legs, keeping him impossibly close.

You were both sweaty and probably the sofa would need a good cleanup, but who cared?

"Is it always going to be like this?" He asked with a funny voice.

"I hope so. I haven't waited for months only to get less" You teased.

Willy lifted his head from your neck and kissed your lips. "I wasn't sure if you wanted me as much as I wanted you"

You smiled and brushed his red cheeks. "How could I not?"

When you had your first fight.

"Willy"

He sighed and dried his palms on his trousers.

"YN... Look..."

"There is nothing to look at. That's the fucking problem." You groaned and got up.

"How can you say that?"

"Say what? We don't go out anymore. We don't go on dates. We only stay here or at yours and watch TV" You complained while picking the plates. "Now your whole family is coming to the game and you don't want me to go"

Willy clenched his jaw. He was clear when he told you. He thought it would be easy to understand.

"I got you tickets for you and your friends"

"Yeah, right next to the fucking glass. On the other fucking side of the ice."

"I gave you amazing tickets!"

"I don't want amazing tickets!"

At this point, you both had raised your voice too much.

"Then what the fuck do you want?!"

"To be there with your family! To meet them!"

"You know..."

"Alex. I only know Alex." You cut him quickly.

Silence fell between you too. You were leaning against the counter and Willy was on the table. Both of you had crossed arms and were avoiding looking at the other. You had only been officially a couple for three or four weeks. But many things had changed.

"You don't want me to meet them, is it?"

Willy looked at you. "No. No, it's not. How did you get that in your head"

You sniffed and your arms fell at your sides.

"I- I don't know." You harshly dried a tear. "Since we got together you barely take me out. I suggested many plans. I have told you a thousand times to go out. But you don't want to. Not even to walk the dogs. We were great together before and then we... We stopped." You said defeated. "At first you wouldn't make a move and now you hide me. Do you really want to date me?"

His heart broke in a million pieces. Willy couldn't argue anymore. He got up and slammed his phone next to you. "Check the screenshots" and then walked away.

You felt dumb when he left you alone in your kitchen and flinched a bit when you heard him push something around in the living room. It had only been a pillow.

With shaky hands, you grabbed the phone and went to the gallery. On the screenshots folder, you scrolled down until something caught your eye. Comments from Instagram and tweets. There were pictures, people saying he had a girlfriend, rude comments, and more pictures... Some were of you both, then a couple more from the last roadie when you stayed with the dogs, another one of you walking out of the arena on his jersey, you two walking down the street, you two having dinner... She is ugly; Where did he find that?; Say whatever you want, but I would fuck Nylander's girlfriend; This is why he has performed so poorly; He is not enough of a man for a pretty thing like that; She looks so ordinary; I'm sure he could do better; Another gold digger...

You walked to the living room. Your whole body was shaking. Willy was on the sofa, head on his hands and eyes on closed.

"William" You muttered.

He looked up. You never called him William.

"F-for how long has this been going on"

"Since that night when we went to the cinema" He said.

"What?" That had been your first date as a couple.

"Someone saw us and the rumours started. Then they kept posting photos of us"

"B-but how..." You were confused because you hadn't seen anything. "I didn't know"

"I made sure of that. I'm sorry, but I grabbed your phone after you fell asleep one night. I went down your followers and blocked anything related to us. I'm glad your accounts were already private before. It would be messier. And I got some help from people on the team. There are no articles or stuff like that. It's only on the internet for now" He ran his fingers over his blonde hair. "I'm sorry. But I got scared."

You blinked the tears making your sight blurry.

"Why didn't you tell me? You went all over my phone? Willy..."

"I know. I was scared. I didn't want you to see that shit and decide to leave me. I know it's a lot to carry. That's why I don't want you with my family... They already know who you are, if they see you there they'll see it's serious and... I don't know for how long I can keep them..."

You walked slowly and flopped on the sofa next to him.

"I don't care about what they say about us. I know it's not real" You muttered. "But... If your solution is to hide you are with me..."

Willy looked at you. "I don't want to hide you. I just don't know how to do this better. I haven't been with someone I loved this much"

You saw stars behind your eyes when he whispered the last part.

"Y-you love me?"

Willy nodded. "That's why I did all of this. I know it's not an excuse"

You reached and touched his back, softly travelling up to his neck and then pulling him to your side. He cuddled to your side and leaned his head on your chest.

"I love you too, Willy. And... if you feel it's too soon... I won't go. But... It's the right moment. I want to meet them all, I really want to..."

Willy pulled you closer. "I'm sorry..."

You kissed his forehead and cupped his cheeks. You made him look at you and then softly pecked his lips. "Is it too soon?"

He shook his head. "Haven't we been here for months already?"

"Have we?"

He nodded. "I knew you were the one the moment I saw you"

"You are cheesy"

He chuckled a bit and dried your tears. "I'm sorry for hiding this, going through your phone and everything... I didn't want you to get scared of my life."

"I can take it. We'll do it together. Just... Could you talk to me next time? There is a better solution than going through someone's phone in the middle of the night."

"I really love you, YN"

"I really love you too, Willy"

"I'll change your ticket for-"

You cut him with a slow kiss.

"Can I wear your jersey?"

"I would be really sad if you didn't"

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Toronto Maple Leafs

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Auston Matthews

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holidaywishes · 2 years

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the baby shower weekend

Summary: Your friends come into Toronto from Calgary to surprise you and your friend grabs the attention of Auston Matthews and William Nylander; it’s an awkward drive up to your brother and sister-in-law’s baby shower.

Requested: 🙅‍♀️

Warning: smut? Fluff? I literally have no idea what this is anymore…

Author’s Note: Fuck… I don’t know…

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It had been two weeks since the Leafs were knocked out of the first round of the playoffs and your friends were convinced that you were feeling some type of way about it. Telling you that they knew how bummed you were and how they wanted to make you feel better. It felt like it took you hours to convince them that they could come to visit you... if they figured it out on their own

“Perfect!” Maggie said, “already done. We get in late Thursday night, and we’ll party and drink all weekend. Like old times!”

“Old times included many tequila shots and whiskey chasers…”

“Yeah, so, like old times” Audrey teased

“Guys, I can’t… that baby shower is on Saturday” you added

“That’s fine. We’ll go to the baby shower and go out afterwards. It’s an east coast crowd so they’ll all be drinking anyway” Maggie continued

“I’m staying with family. You guys weren’t invited, you can’t just show up”

“They’ll welcome us with open arms. Your friends are their friends and all that.” You could tell you weren’t going to win this battle so you have in and told them all the information they needed to know in case you weren’t home when they got into the city. You’d been cleaning and wrapping gifts for what seemed like an entire month so that you’d be ready to just take off to Montréal but you hadn’t planned on your friends dropping in and undoing everything you’d done to that point. Their plane landed right in the middle of your work day so, luckily, they had the code to get into your apartment to drop off their stuff and then do with the rest of the day as they pleased. When you spoke with them, they told you they were at some bar

“Seriously?” you scoffed

“We’re waiting for you!” Maggie exclaimed

“Yeah, you’re not working tomorrow, come have drinks” Audrey said over the noise in the background

“I’m not working tomorrow because I have to drive 6 and a half hours to get to my brother’s house”

“Which means you can drink tonight. Dance off the alcohol a bit and then take some Advil before you go to bed” Maggie countered in her typical banter

“Fine” you huffed and made your way to where they were, walking in to a dark room with only hints of light peeking in through the stained glass windows, finding your two friends chatting up some guys at the bar. Already? you thought to yourself before shaking your head with a laugh

“OH MY GOD, (Y/N)!!! YOU’RE HERE! FINALLY! Come,” Maggie directed you to the bar, “meet the boys”

“I’m okay,” you winced, hating the constant stream of guys she brought into her life and yours, by proxy, “I thought it was just gonna be the three of us tonight?”

“Well… yeah,” she hesitated, “but that doesn’t mean we can’t flirt a bit.” You tilted your head and she shrugged before she led you to your friend and the boys they had collected at the bar. It wasn’t until you actually sat down that you realized who they were

“Ah, here she is!” She said, “(Y/N), this is Auston and William, guys this is (Y/N)”

“Hi” they greeted politely while you waved awkwardly, in near disbelief that they were standing in front of you. Though you couldn’t say you were all too surprised that Maggie could grab their attention enough for them to hang out with them for a bit; though you were sure, now that you had shown up, they’d leave. Nope. After nearly three hours, two bars and who knows how many drinks, the hockey forwards were still there.

“Oooh! Let’s go here!” Maggie exclaimed, pointing at a sign that read ‘Baro,’ “so I can teach you something. It’s my heritage you know?”

“Yeah we know” you and Audrey sighed, laughed to yourselves before exchanging a look and entered the Latin club. You’d only ever been in one other Latin Club before and it wasn’t like this. It looked like a regular restaurant at first but the five of you were soon directed to a staircase that led you to ‘the loft’ which was filled with smiling faces dancing in a way you couldn’t see yourself doing

“I think we’re in for a real Dirty Dancing situation aren’t we?” Audrey laughed

“What do you mean?” Auston asked, staring out at the crowd

“Please tell me you’ve seen Dirty Dancing” she almost whined

“Of course,” he replied, William nodding in turn, “I just don’t know what you mean…”

“I don’t know how to dance like that. Maggie might but I don’t. (Y/N) only does if she’s had too much tequila”

“Well then I bet it’s the same for you!” William teased, “let’s get you ladies some tequila!” The group made its way to the bar, dodging partners on the dance floor as you passed

“Sorry” you said to one couple as you hit their shoulder as you walked by, your attention completely on them that you didn’t see the spinning woman ahead of you and you were suddenly pushed into Auston, as he stood beside you. “Sorry,” you repeated shyly, his hands holding you steady, “guess I should watch where I’m going”

“Nah, it’s good. These people don’t care,” he leaned down to speak in your ear, “they’re in their own world” your stomach fluttered as his hand stationed itself on the small of your back

“Ah to be in love” you cooed sarcastically before turning back to the group you’d just come up with

“They’re probably trying to spice up their marriage before they get divorced” he teased

“So grim” you scoffed

“Maybe a little” he smirked, nodding at where your friends stood with a line up of shots waiting for you. Fuck, you thought to yourself, this was exactly like fourth year University post-final exams. Maggie dragged you and Audrey onto the dance floor after you each took two shots of tequila, leaving the boys to drink at the bar

“What the fuck is going on, Mags?” you said through gritted teeth, faking a smile

“Some guys are buying us drinks” she said plainly, waving her fingers at Auston and William

“Do you know who they are?” you asked, legitimately unsure if she knew who she’d tricked into wasting their night with a bunch of strangers

“Yeah,” she smiled, “Auston Matthews and William Nylander”

“Shhhh!!!!” Audrey came back just in time to shush Maggie, “that’s not just something you yell in Toronto”

“Where did you go?” you asked, furrowing your brow at her sudden appearance

“I requested a song”

“What song?” you asked, your question answered itself as Macarena began blaring over the room, “really?” the girls laughed before the crowd began the classic dance moves and you were compelled to join in, giggling and blushing as you put your hands on your hips before jumping to the next position.

Auston’s P.O.V

“So what’s the idea here?” Willy asked while you both watched the three girls do the Macarena, (Y/N) being told to move her hips more by some guy placing his hands on her, irritating you slightly

“Hmm?” was all you could reply

“What are we doing, Matts?”

“We’re hanging out with some girls. The night is young”

“There’s three of them”

“Yeah”

“And two of us”

“True”

“Auston…”

“Who caught your eye?”

“Audrey”

“Yeah?” You said, raising your eyebrows a little, “perfect. Go for it. Make a move”

“And you?” He questioned, your eyes still trained on (Y/N), Maggie now attempting to teach her and Audrey to Salsa, “when are you gonna make your move?”

“Don’t worry about me, Willy, you just make your move.” He went over to the girls, his signature Nylander charm wasting no time kicking in, before he led Audrey a little bit aside from her friends. You smirked at the look on Audrey’s face when she realized what was happening before you noticed (Y/N) rushing back to the bar to grab some water

“How’s it going out there?” You asked and she smiled as she tried to catch her breath

“Good,” she started, “but also terribly”

“How so?”

“We’re having a blast,” she exclaimed with a small laugh, “but I’m really not much of a dancer and Maggie is a terrible teacher”

“What if I taught you?” You said after a short silence and you just nodded. It was a good excuse to get closer to her so you hoped she’d say yes, “I am half Mexican you know”

“Does that make you qualified to teach me?”

“Oh absolutely” you joked and she smiled, taking a drink of water in preparation

“Alright,” she quipped, waiting for you to stand up, her bright eyes melting your chocolate brown ones. “But you have to be patient with me,” she said sweetly, walking beside you to an open space on the dance floor, “I’m not very good at this.”

“That’s okay,” you smirked before taking her hand and placing it on your shoulder, “I’ll be gentle.”

Things had gotten pretty steamy at Baro between you and Auston to the point that you didn’t even notice Maggie glaring at you

“Hey guys” she budged between the two of you, who had been back to front for nearly an hour now, a fake politeness on her tone. Maybe it’s just the tequila, you thought, I could just be really drunk

“Hey” Auston spoke first

“How are you guys doing?” Maggie continued, turning toward Auston and leaving you feel like a third wheel all of a sudden. You started to walk back to the bar, when Auston grabbed your arm and kept you where you were, completely unbeknownst to Maggie.

“We’re good, great even!” he smiled, gesturing to you over Maggie’s shoulder, “(Y/N)’s really quite good at Salsa”

“My sister always said she had the hips of a Latin girl,” Maggie replied, “though she may not have been talking about dancing”

“Maggie!” Audrey exclaimed from nearby, clearly she heard it, which means others did as well and now you were sufficiently embarrassed

“Fuck!” you cursed loudly when you looked at the time, “shit!”

“What’s wrong?” Willy asked as Maggie finally turned to look at you

“I totally forgot about the shower”

“Shower?” Willy said confused

“The baby shower, my brother’s baby shower,” you replied, “I have to drive up tomorrow and if I don’t go home now, I’m gonna be too hungover to drive.” You saw the look on both Audrey and Maggie’s faces, leading you to an overwhelming feeling of guilt, “look you guys stay, have a good time, just make sure you’re up and ready for the drive by like 8 tomorrow morning”

“Why don’t I drive you?” Auston called to you as you began to leave

“What?”

“I’m not that drunk,” he continued, “if I drive tomorrow, you can stay and dance and drink”

“It’s a six and a half hour drive” you said, stumbling to one side, Auston catching you swiftly

“I’ve got nothing going on” he smiled and you looked passed him at your friends

“Sure,” you replied happily, “if you’re sure.” You were drunk, this you knew, but you were sure he was as well and that he’d change his mind as soon as his head hit the pillow but when you woke up the next morning, in a rush to get your last minute things in your backpack, there he was on the couch

“Morning!” he greeted with a smile, earning a gasp from you as you turned the corner

“Fu-” you started, holding your chest in surprise

“Sorry,” he laughed, William coming through the door with some coffee and Audrey on his arm, “didn’t mean to scare you”

“I just.. I just didn’t think you’d be here,” you admitted, “either of you”

“I said I’d drive you,” he continued, “and Willy really likes Audrey, so here we are.” You giggled at his response, shaking your head as you threw some stuff in your backpack

“Alright then,” you finally said, “I guess it’s time to go”

“I thought we’d take my car,” he added, “I went and picked it up. There’s just a bit more room”

“Sure, no problem” you smiled

“So, who’s sitting where?” Maggie called out as she leaned against Auston’s exceptionally clean car

“Well, I’m driving so...” he chuckled while you placed your gift and backpack in the trunk with everyone else’s bags, catching Auston and William whispering to each other when you closed the trunk door.

“We really need to get going so, everyone just take a seat,” you insisted, “we can always switch when we stop”

“Alright!” William said, hopping in the back with Audrey and insisting that Maggie get in the back with them

“Should we go?” Auston asked and everyone chimed in with a chorus of ‘yeah’ and then you were off. A six and a half hour drive with strangers you just met who just happened to be NHL players; should be completely fine...

Auston’s P.O.V

“I need you to do something” you whispered to Willy as the girls packed their things into the trunk of your car

“Oh god,” he scoffed, “what?”

“I need you to make sure (Y/N) sits up front with me”

“(Y/N)?” he questioned

“Mhm” you replied, not really paying attention to him

“I can do that”

“Good”

“We really need to get going,” (Y/N) pleaded, “so, everyone just take a seat. We can always switch when we stop.” You waited for Willy to get (Y/N) to sit up front before Maggie could claim it for herself

“Alright!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands before getting in the backseat with Audrey, “Maggie! Come back here”

“What?” she furrowed her brow where she and (Y/N) stood outside the car

“Come sit with us!” he repeated excitedly and you noticed him nudge Audrey to get her to do the same

“Yeah,” she hesitated, “the backseat is fun!”

“But I’ll have more room in the front...” Maggie tried

“It’s fine, I’m shorter, I’ll sit in the back” (Y/N) sighed

“NO!” both Willy and Audrey stopped her

“What?” she gasped when they blocked her way of getting in

“Mags, come on!” Audrey pleaded and you were getting annoyed with how long this was taking

“Should we go?” you asked while Maggie was at the back car door with (Y/N) at the front, so by default they would each go where they were standing

“Yeah!” everyone groaned and you were finally able to drive off with everyone in the car, awkward silence and all.

“So, where are we headed?” you asked, realizing you didn’t actually know where you were headed

“Hmm?” (Y/N) hummed as she stared out the window, “oh, sorry. We’re going to Montréal”

“You from there?” you asked

“No,” she replied simply, “I’m from Nova Scotia but my sister-in-law’s family is in Montréal so after her and my brother got married, they moved there. To be closer to her family, I guess...”

“But Montréal is beautiful” Maggie chimed in from the backseat

“Yeah, it is,” (Y/N) added, “I just don’t really make it out here that often”

“You should” Maggie said, almost in annoyance and you looked back in the mirror to see what face she was making

“Yeah I probably should” (Y/N) repeated, “and back to Calgary, too”

“Should we put on some music?” Audrey said to ease the tension and, without hesitation, you plugged in your phone and turned on a playlist. For two hours, the ride was silent, some of the group falling asleep, some shifting in their seats until you finally stopped to refill the gas tank; letting everyone stop and stretch

“Thank you for driving us” Maggie said, surprising you at the gas pump

“No problem”

“It was really sweet of you even to offer,” she continued, “I mean (Y/N) was really drunk, she shouldn’t have asked”

“She didn’t” you corrected

“What?”

“She didn’t ask, I offered.” You watched (Y/N) laugh with Audrey and Willy as they walked out of the gas station back to the car, before she stopped to stretch; arching her back as she extended her arms over her head. You didn’t even register Willy approaching you or that Maggie had gone back into the car with a scowl on her face, clearly taking notice of your lack of feelings for her.

“I don’t get it,” he sighed, trying to grab your attention, “you’re so... smitten”

“Smitten?” you scoffed, finally tearing your eyes away from the petite girl you’d only just met. You couldn’t deny that you were intrigued by (Y/N) but smitten was not the word you’d use

“You can’t stop staring at her, Auston,” he laughed, “even though there’s a girl in the backseat who would easily fuck you in the bathroom if you asked her”

“Get back in the car” you urged before Audrey and (Y/N) finally made their way back, Audrey scooting into the seat beside Willy

“Hey” (Y/N) said with a smile

“Hey” you smiled back

“Did you get a chance to walk around at all? Stretch your legs?” she asked, squinting her eyes from the sun as she looked up at you

“Stretch, yes,” you replied, “walk around, not really”

“We can wait,” she gestured to the car and the group inside it, “if you want to do that”

“Maybe at the next stop” you smirked, earning a shrug from her before she settled back into the passenger seat. The three in the backseat drifted off to sleep, Audrey’s head leaning on Willy’s shoulder and Maggie’s against the window while (Y/N) unplugged your phone to plug hers in and put on her playlist. “Wha—” you scoffed

“Sorry,” she smirked, “my phone’s almost dead. Once it’s charged you can plug yours back in…” You could only smile at her response before Everywhere by Niall Horan began playing, noticing a smirk creep across her lips before she brought her legs onto the seat, criss-crossed, and looked at you. “Yeah, maybe it’s not your vibe,” she teased, “but it’s so good!“ She seemed so pleased with herself that you couldn’t help but smile in return

“It’s not so bad” you smiled as she moved her hair from one side of her neck to the other and you found yourself staring at her exposed skin, your eyes trailing from her jaw down to her collarbone to her chest, watching as it rose and fell slowly with each breath she took.

“Okay, so here’s the thing,” she said suddenly, “my parents are from Nova Scotia and grew up cheering for the Habs, my brother did too. It was a huge part of how we grew up”

“So you do know who we are” you teased and she scoffed

“Which means they will” she urged, clearly uncomfortable with how to proceed with the conversation. You’d wondered how long she’d been meaning to bring this up but you were curious to see where it would go

You knew you’d already waited too long to bring up the fact that you knew who they were but the longer you were on the road the more guilty you felt about what they might end up getting themselves into

“Okay, so here’s the thing,” you started, wincing at the truth you were about to tell, “my parents are from Nova Scotia and grew up cheering for the Habs, my brother too. It was a huge part of how we grew up…”

“So you do know who we are” he smirked playfully, not really addressing what you’d said but you nodded in assurance

“Which means they will,” you added, “but they also hate the Leafs”

“As any rival team fan base would” he said calmly

“I don’t know what the plans are once you get us to Montréal, you can totally go back to Toronto, but if you don’t do that, you can’t stay at my brothers place,” you rambled, “I mean they barely have space for me…”

“Where are the girls staying then?”

“There’s a hotel like 15 minutes from where they live. Audrey said they’d book a room but I don’t know if that actually happened…”

“We’ll stay in the same spot” he replied, his posture relaxed as he drove

“I don’t know if you’re gonna wanna meet any of them. They tend not to have filters,” you continued, “East Coasters usually don’t, and they’ll eat you alive, like devour you”

“I can handle it” he scoffed lightly

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” When you finally pulled into the city, everyone woke up in a frenzy, everyone asking if we’d finally arrived and you replying sarcastically with, “no, somehow we wound up in Michigan.” You popped in your brothers address on the map before texting your brother to let him know you’d be there soon, taking a deep breath at the thought of having to introduce him to everyone in the car. Auston pulled up in front of the small apartment complex and you bit your lip, contemplating your next move, “okay so I’m gonna go in, you guys check into the hotel and we’ll deal with this all tomorrow, yeah?”

“What?” Willy exclaimed, “no. I have to pee, like now, why can’t we just go in?”

“It’s a lot of energy to throw at a pregnant woman, don’t you think?”

“I don’t” Maggie chided, opening the car door and stepping onto the pavement

“Fuck…” you sighed, mirroring her action

“I’m just gonna park over there,” Auston said, gesturing to an open spot, “I’ll be right behind you guys. Hold the elevator for me”

“Of course!” Maggie added with a smile. He was relatively quick to make it back to the group, stepping into the now-crowded elevator and smiling down at you as it moved up with the five of you standing in silence.

“Hey!” you greeted Terri, your brother’s roommate, as she opened the door, “sorry I’m so late!” You gave her a hug as she invited you in, quickly introducing her to everyone before Darren and Kim came downstairs.

“Whoa…” Kim said when she saw your big group

“They’re not staying,” you ensured, “they just drove… it’s a long story but they’re staying at a hotel”

“Hey,” your brother scoffed, outstretching his hand for a high five as he walked over before leaning in for a hug, “how was the drive?”

“Good,” you smiled, Kim now finally close enough to hug, “long but good.” They were looking back and forth between you and the people behind you for a while until you realized that you hadn’t introduced them. “Right!” you said, “guys this is my brother, Darren, sister-in-law, Kim, and their roommate, Terri. These are my best friends Audrey and Maggie…” Everyone pleasantly greeted each other, shaking hands when they could, and you cleared your throat as you dreaded the next introductions; do I say their last names? you thought to yourself before just jumping in. “And this is William and Auston”

“Nice to meet you,” William said first, “you can just call me Willy, everyone does”

“Nice to meet you,” Auston smiled, shaking your brothers hand first, intentionally, it seemed, as Terri was closest to him, “sorry for just showing up like this. We are staying at a hotel, like (Y/N) said, we just thought we’d pop in and meet you”

“Pop in and meet us…” Kim said quietly

“Yeah,” you smiled, “that was nice right? They won’t come to the shower, or they won’t stay long if they do, they’re just gonna stay in town so they can drive us home on Sunday morning”

“I’m sorry,” Terri was the first to mention it, “are we really not going to acknowledge the whole… NHL of the thing?”

“Terri…” Kim sighed

“I’m just not sure how everyone is staying so calm!”

“We’re all a little shocked,” Darren added, “and curious how… why… what’s happening”

“That’s on me,” Maggie chimed in, a smile proudly plastered on her face, “see, Audrey and I came in from Calgary to see (Y/N). We went out drinking last night, for old time’s sake, and then I introduced myself to the boys and they stuck around as we bar hopped around Toronto. Auston eventually offered to drive us all out here when your sister here remembered that she had to drive up for the baby shower”

“I mean, that’s the abridged version, yeah” you replied, furrowing your brow at some of her words

“Alright…” Darren sighed. It seemed like it was a good enough explanation for him but the girls still had questions. They said there were some details Kim’s parents wanted to talk about with you about the shower, so the large group now split up into two cars and made their way to Kim’s parents house; Kim and Terri with Auston and Willy while you and your brother were with Audrey and Maggie. You could only imagine what Kim and Terri were asking the two boys in their space and every question that came to mind made you squirm. When you finally arrived at Kim’s parents house, you had to do another round of introductions

“Well, holy shit,” Kim’s dad, Paul, exclaimed before taking a sip of beer, “never thought I’d have Maple Leafs in my house. What the fuck are two NHL players from the worst team doing in my house?”

“Okay…” you scrunched your face as you held up your hands to stop him, “let’s just be nice, alright?”

“Sorry,” he laughed, “I’m just fucking shocked”

“Yeah we got that” Audrey laughed awkwardly, clearly uncomfortable, moving closer to Willy as if to comfort him. The discussion went on for the rest of the night amongst the boys while the girls talked about what was going to happen at the baby shower the next day. When you left their house, you heard Kim’s dad mutter to himself ‘fucking Matthews’ and you rolled your eyes in turn. The eight of you split up between cars again, this time, though, you and Audrey got into Auston’s car with him and Willy

“I’m really sorry about Paul,” you sighed, “I knew he didn’t have a filter but I didn’t think he would be that rude. To either of you. I’m really sorry”

“That’s okay” Willy laughed from the backseat

“It was all in good fun” Auston added

“You guys don’t have to go tomorrow,” Audrey said, “it might be worse. There’s gonna be alcohol and a lot of people…”

“No!” Willy exclaimed, “we want to go. Don’t we Matts?”

“Yeah,” he smirked, “it’ll be fun”

“It’s gonna be a disaster” you scoffed, letting your head fall back onto the headrest

“It’ll be fine” Willy smiled and you sighed in return. Auston drove you back to your brother’s place, before picking Maggie up to finally go to the hotel

“See you tomorrow. At 3” you said, waving goodbye

“See you tomorrow!” Maggie replied as she finally got into the front seat, where she’d always wanted to be, and the car drove away. Fucking hell, you thought to yourself, this is gonna suck.

Auston’s P.O.V

Your group decided to show up a little bit later than everyone else, in hopes that you could just sneak in and not cause a scene, but almost immediately after you walked in the door you and Willy were dragged out to the garage; Paul's man-cave.

"Whoa," you thought to yourself as you looked around the fully decked out garage, Montréal memorabilia everywhere

"Habs fan huh?" Willy joked awkwardly before you raised an eyebrow at him

"This guy!" Paul laughed before playfully punching Willy's left arm

"You know, you guys had a not so bad season," someone said from the back of the garage, "but you just choked. Like you always do"

"It's a bit more complicated than that" you scoffed

"Is it though?" Paul slurred, the few drinks he'd already had clearly stronger than you thought they'd be, "you guys don't play like a team. You play like a bunch of cocky teenagers who want all the glory for themselves"

"Says the guy whose team wasn't even in the running for the playoffs," you said, your words biting as you and Paul were almost as close to each other as you could get. He was just about to say something when a noise came from outside

"IT'S TIME TO START SOME GAMES AND THEN WE UNWRAP PRESENTS!" Kim's mom, Alison, called out, making sure everyone in the garage was aware of what was going on as well. Paul kept his chest puffed out before he finally backed down, your eyes narrowed at the bald-headed Montréal fan who was sure to make tonight a living hell for you. It was an hour later that the presents were all unwrapped, the games were all finished and the guests had filtered out. The group that had started being the only one that had left with one exception that hadn’t been there the night before. It was clear that Paul and Darren had been drinking quite heavily throughout the day and you knew that whatever happened next wasn’t going to be a relaxing experience. (Y/N) was in the garage near the man who had told you the team choked earlier and you couldn’t tell who he was to her as the two of them made, what looked like, a rye and seven before clinking their glasses together.

“So, what are the plans for the rest of the night?” Terri asked excitedly, Audrey and Maggie also interested in the answer as (Y/N) walked over

“We do have to leave early tomorrow morning, so we should probably call it a night soon,” she admitted, “or at least I should”

“Yeah and I’m the pregnant lady,” Kim laughed, “so I was exhausted the second I walked in the door before the party even started”

“Oh come on!” Paul groaned, “don’t be a bunch of babies!”

“They’re just trying to be responsible,” Alison countered politely, “let them be responsible.” Kim and Darren were able to take off, both of them hugging everyone goodbye before stopped at (Y/N)

“We’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, I won’t be too late,” she smiled, “I’ll hang out here for an hour or so and then head back to yours”

“Okay,” Darren added, “we’ll leave the door unlocked and set up the couch for you. See, you should come up here more often. You just get pampered, don’t have to do anything”

“I’ll keep that in mind” she laughed, waving them goodbye before going back to the group

“Hey” you said with a smile as you made your way to her side

“Hey,” she said softly, “how’s it been?”

“Fine,” you replied, “I mean, you warned me what was coming so I should have expected everything that was said in the garage”

“I’m really sorry,” she scoffed, “when they drink, they get a little… uncouth”

“Who gets a little uncouth?” The man you hadn’t met asked

“You,” (Y/N) laughed, “sorry, Auston, this is my dad, Charlie, dad this is Auston.” Internally, you went ahhh, as if it made total sense

“Nice to meet you, Auston,” he greeted politely, “I’m sorry about the disagreement earlier”

“Nah, don’t worry about it,” you chuckled, “it’s nice to meet you as well.”

“CHARLIE!” You heard Paul yell, “don’t be sorry about anything!”

“Alright, Paul,” Charlie smiled, “I think we should just take a step back, maybe watch a game or something?”

“I’ve got some memes, if you wanna see them” Paul laughed and you looked over at (Y/N) who shifted from foot to foot before she smiled at you. Paul then continued to show you various memes that his friends were sending you about the Leafs — and about you in particular.

“Very funny,” (Y/N) scoffed, shaking her head in response, “why don’t we do something else? Something non-hockey related?”

“We can’t have actual NHLers here and just not talk hockey” Paul insisted

“What do you wanna know?” You finally spoke up, feeling (Y/N) stare up at you

“Let’s not do—”

“What’s it like being in a team that never wins?”

“What’s it like to know your 24 Stanley Cups was during an era with only six teams?” You countered angrily before feeling a slight tug at your arm, compelling you to look down at (Y/N) who now looked increasingly overwhelmed

“How does it feel knowing that those six teams were better than the entire league is now?” Paul continued, his volume competing with his slurring. You had to reign in your irritation in order to get out unscathed so you took a deep breath and asked if anyone needed a ride home, “look at that, can’t even take a few harmless questions...”

“I’ll take a ride…” (Y/N) smiled and it felt like a rescue but Paul’s laugh was still echoing in the room

“Guess we shouldn’t expect anything else, should we? From a loser” Paul shouted to the group around him and you had enough, pushing back and moving close until your forehead was touching his, like two buck’s about to fight.

“Guys!” Audrey exclaimed, “stop!”

“Auston, come on,” Maggie tried softly, “you’re better than this”

“Let him fight if he wants to fight” Paul chirped

“Auston…” you softened at the sound of (Y/N)’s voice, looking back at her to see the worried expression on her face. You scoffed at the small man in front of you who clearly was trying to prove something, if not to you than to himself, and you backed away, storming out of the garage and toward your car, (Y/N) close behind.

“Auston! Wait! Stop! Auston, please!” You called to the 6’2” man who practically ran ahead of you to his car. You knew he was upset but you needed him to stop so you could at least comfort him without panting constantly. “Look,” you sighed out of breath, “I’m sorry about them. They shouldn’t, He shouldn’t have been so rude…” Auston didn’t say anything, choosing to open the car door hastily and you dropped your head in response before opening the passenger side door and taking a seat inside. The drive was relatively quiet and quite awkward as you tried to find the right thing to say

“It’s fine” he finally said when he could feel you trying to ease the tension

“What?” you added

“It’s not your fault,” he continued, “you honestly kept me calmer than I would’ve been otherwise”

“Still,” you sighed, “I’ve never seen Paul act like that. Even after a few drinks, like he was in rare form tonight and I’m sorry that you had to be part of it…”

“Don’t be,” he smiled, reaching out his hand to squeeze your knee in reassurance, “I’m okay, trust me.” He left his hand there for a minute as he drove, leaving you feeling a bit lightheaded, which took you by complete surprise. When he pulled up in front of your brother’s apartment building, you cleared your throat before slowly taking your seat belt off

“Thank you” you smiled

“No problem,” he returned, “I’ll see you early tomorrow morning. Bright and early!”

“Absolutely,” you said, furrowing your brow at the unexpected response, “tomorrow morning. See you then…” He waved you off after you got out of the car and you made your way back into the apartment in a bit of a daze. What the fuck? You thought to yourself, what was that? It took you another 20 minutes to get over the awkward way you left things with Auston and decided that the best thing to do now was just to sleep, but as soon as you laid down, there was a loud knock on the door. It can’t be… “Auston?” you whispered

“I know it’s late, I’m sorry” he stammered

“What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“No,” he said simply, “I’m not. I can’t get you out of my head. I don’t know what the hell was going on when I dropped you off but I should’ve… walked you to the door or we should’ve gone to the hotel — not that you’re like that or that you would even want to”

“Shhh,” you hushed him, your finger in front of your lips as you led him inside, “you have to be very quiet. Kim’s randomly up in the middle of the night and Terri… she really could come down here at any point. I don’t want them to get the wrong idea…”

“No of course not” he smirked

“Tell me what you’re doing here,” you urged lightly, finding your feet had walked you into him without you realizing it, your bodies almost close enough to touch, “the truth…” He stared at you for a moment longer before your breathing quickened and his hands moved along your sides, his fingers dancing up the thin fabric to the exposed skin on your neck. You locked eyes with him as he cupped your face with both hands and pressed his lips feverishly to yours, pulling your body close to his as the kiss continued. There was no subtlety in his actions, he wanted what he wanted and part of you respected that while most of you craved the foreplay. You gripped his shoulders as he continued to kiss you harshly up against a wall, stopping only when he heard a noise from the second floor, returning to what he was doing as soon as he could. “Slow down,” you said through heavy breaths, “just a little…” He pulled away from the kiss to take in the sight of you, hair wild, chest rising and falling harshly, cheeks red and lips swollen, but you couldn’t tell what he was thinking

“Slow huh?” he smirked, trailing kisses down your body until he was on his knees in front of you, “how slow?”

“I just think going all fast like that is gonna be louder than if we—”

“Right,” he interrupted your rambling, “we have to be quiet…” you nodded in return as Auston kissed his way back up to your mouth, his hands seconds behind him as they curled around your body and he picked you up easily, pushing your lips open with his tongue before walking the two of you over to the couch. He met the edge of the couch with the back of his legs and sat down slowly, bringing you down with him as he did so, the kiss you’d begun continuing as you straddled him. His hands moved across your waist as yours trailed down to the hem of his shirt to push it up and over his head, catching a smile from him once the fabric was gone and you traced your finger along the ink of his tattooed arm. The room was starting to fill with heavy breathing and you were worried that someone was going to hear but the feeling of Auston’s hands on your skin and lips against your lips left you unable to make rational decisions. “What’s going on?” he asked when you stood up

“Shh,” you whispered before removing your flannel shorts and inching toward him to remove his pants, “they’ll hear us.” He scoffed once before bringing you back onto his lap, his hands now gripping your thighs tightly as the passion crept in between the two of you; both unable to control the choices you made next. He ripped your shirt from your body and buried his face in your breasts before your hand moved down his chest, finding his already hard member and lining him up with your entrance; the eye contact an unexpected choice. “Fuck” you breathed as you began to ride him, his breaths matching yours as you arched your back to gain more friction. You felt his thighs flex underneath you while he pushed up into you and you threw your head back in pleasure

“Fuck” he moaned, his hands now roaming up your chest, cupping your breasts before placing small kisses along your collarbone, earning a small moan from you before you caught yourself. “They can’t hear us” he whispered, clearly noticing that you were restraining yourself, and you brought your head back to look at him

“They probably can,” you whispered back with a smirk, “it’s a small apartment…” He smiled back at you before pushing you into him so your breasts were tight against his chest. Soon, he moved his hands to your hips so he could direct your movements in a way that he wanted and you got closer and closer to letting go. He cursed lowly with his face buried in your neck and you whined into the air as you dug your nails into his shoulders, leaning down and nibbling at his ear. “Oh my god,” you moaned as quietly as you could, “fuck”

“Cum with me,” he urged as he took a turn nipping at your collarbone as his breaths became unsteady, “cum with me” he repeated and, oddly enough, that seemed to be all you needed. You stayed where you were for a few moments more, catching his stare one more time before he kissed you softly and you moved off of his lap, awkwardly trying to find your clothes in the dark. “Hey…” he said quietly, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong” you replied, only slightly lying

“Oh really?”

“Really…” you countered, turning back to find his eyebrow raised, “I just.. don’t want things to be awkward tomorrow. Especially with Mags. No one can know about this…”

“Seriously?” He scoffed

“I’m sorry,” you sighed, finally fully dressed as you made your way to the couch, “the ride back is long enough without there being resentment or… questions”

“That’s what you want?”

“It’s what’s best”

“Alright,” he conceded, “but I think they’ll probably know anyway”

“Maybe,” you added, “but we don’t have to be the ones to say anything” you both laughed softly before Auston grabbed his clothes that had been strewn over the floor and you settled into the couch to go to sleep, thinking that he would just let himself out. “Oh,” you gasped when you felt him wrap his arms around your waist, “hi..”

“You thought I was just gonna take off?” He asked

“Kinda,” you chuckled, “yeah”

“Well joke’s on you I guess”

“Looks that way.” You woke up the next morning before anyone else, even without an alarm set, feeling Auston’s arm still on your hip as if he’d barely moved throughout the night, which meant you probably hadn’t either. While you waited for him to wake up, you traced over his tattoos once more, this time looking more closely at some of the images there

“See something you like?” he asked groggily, his morning voice almost a moan

“Just browsing,” you joked, kissing his nose sweetly before getting up, “we should probably get going”

“I’m ready when you are.” The ride home was as awkward as you thought it would be, even more so than the ride up, and you weren’t sure what anyone else was thinking but you knew that you weren’t going to let anything ruin the memory of last night.

#my god this is long #i was gonna write stuff in the author’s note #but I felt like I wanted to leave it as ‘f*ck’#because it kind of explained everything #but I am sorry this is so long #nhl #hockey #tml #auston matthews #auston matthews fic #auston matthews smut #masterlist #the other masterlist

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nylwnder · 2 years

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I have another dad!william thought. So I remember seeing a tweet from a reporter saying that at a leafs event where they had kids there William was with some of them and Carlton came over to say hi and one of the kids was kinda scared of Carlton. So William said to the little kid “look how soft Carlton is” and encouraged him to touch Carlton and see that he was really soft and he wasn’t so scary and the kid was less scared. Like that’s just so sweet and intuitive for him to do that. I’ve always thought he would be really good with kids because he has so many younger siblings and stuff but that just made my heart melt. It made me think about how he’d be with his own kids when they get hurt or are afraid of something. He’d be so gentle and comforting. - 🌼

shut up, he did that??? omf bitch my ovaries go batshit for him whenever he’s soft with kids. just thinking about those pics wheres he’s like hanging out with the younger ones from his family. he really would be like the sweetest dad and be so patient with them. and the kids would be so in love with him the minute he held them for the first time. like nobody could break their bond.

#asks answered #🌼 anon!#william nylander #william nylander fluff #dad!william

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wildrangers · 5 months

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"Slut!" // William Nylander

Word Count: 2.8K

Summary: Famous singer reader x our boy Willy

{For my 1989 Vaults Track Challenge}

Warnings/tropes: fluff, resolved angst (very minor), mentions of anxiety, strong allusions to sex but no serious smut (like PG-13-ish), cursing

You were used to attention but even you had a limit. You’d hit it a few months ago after the tabloids latched onto you being seen with a mystery man, aka Marc from your agent’s office. When your team published that to dispel the rumors, the media reframed it as you sleeping with him for favoritism within your agency. While they hadn’t actually been yelling “Slut!” at you, they may as well have been and you’d needed to get away from New York.

You’d escaped to Toronto because you enjoyed the city whenever your tour had passed through and decided it was busy enough to get lost in without attracting the press. You were hunkered down working on your next album, doing your best to lose yourself in the rhythm of the city and get back to what you loved most—your music.

Got lovestruck, went straight to my head

Got lovesick, all over my bed

Love to think you’ll never forget

Handprints in wet cement

You’d been walking your dog, Edith, when the air changed around you—you couldn’t quite explain it, but you could feel a group of people getting excited about something and it set you on edge—had you been spotted? You froze, eyes darting around as your breath fogged in front of you.

You spotted a group of maybe a half dozen girls giggling as they walked away from a tall, blonde man with two dogs. As you let out a deep sigh of relief, Edith spotted the other dogs and yanked the leash out of your grip, charging for them and their owner.

“Edith!” you called, heart in your throat, as you jogged after her. Luckily, you were in a quieter part of the city but you were still panicked until you saw the guy grab her leash.

“I am so, so sorry, thank you so much” you called out once you were in speaking distance of him.

“It’s no problem” he replied, smiling easily at you. “I was relieved when a dog was running over—when I heard someone yelling ‘Edith!’ I worried a grandma was really in trouble.”

You chuckled and shrugged, “I mean, she’s just an Edith, you know?” Normally, at this point, you’d disengage to avoid being recognized but his face was so open and you hadn’t realized until now how lonely you’d been holed up writing. “Who are these gentlemen?”

William introduced himself, as well as Banksy and Pablo. You discovered your buildings were near each other so when he offered to join you on your return there, you took him up on it despite your reservations.

“So, what do you do for work?” William asked after a natural lull in conversation and your pulse picked up.

“Oh, I work in the music industry, what about you?”

You felt him reassessing you and his cheeks suddenly flared pink, “I’m sorry, I thought you looked familiar but it didn’t click until just now.”

“Please, don’t be sorry” you laughed, your own embarrassment rising to meet his. “It was nice talking with someone as a human being.”

“Yeah, I get that” he sighed.

“Oh?” you asked, wracking your brain for how he could possibly relate to such a strange feeling.

“I play for the Maple Leafs” he explained and you nodded, pretending to know what that meant. He must have caught on because he let out a rich laugh that made you smile from the sound alone. “The NHL team here, this is kind of a hockey town.”

“Well, that explains the girls back there…” you mused, reflecting back on the frenetic energy that comes with a person meeting someone they only know through a TV.

“They were sweet” he shrugged and you glanced over, noticing his legitimate nonchalance.

“It doesn’t bother you?”

“Not really, it comes with the territory and 95% of the time people are nice.”

“Well, that’s good” you mumbled, mostly to yourself. While your fans were lovely, your mind flashed to all the times you’d been met with judgement and jealousy from girls who were into your famous exes. It was a bizarre, shame-inducing experience despite you doing nothing wrong.

“Hey look!” Will said excitedly, pulling you from your thoughts. “Come here, quick.”

You followed him in confusion towards a small section of sidewalk that had been replaced and was surrounded by caution tape. “What exactly are we doing?”

“Come on, we gotta do our hand prints, no?” he grinned and his genuine excitement made you smile too.

“Fine, but quickly” you agreed and he whooped before taking his left hand out of his glove, you doing the same with your right hand. You two quickly stuck your hands in, the wet concrete cold to the touch.

“My plan worked” he smiled and you tilted your head in confusion. “Now you have to come over, make sure we can wash that concrete off your hands. Can’t play guitar with chunks of that stuck to you.”

Lovelorn and nobody knows

Love thorns all over this rose

I’ll pay the price you won’t

You must have dozed off watching the Leafs game because you were woken by Will softly greeting the dogs. You stretched, letting the throw blanket fall around your waist as you yawned.

“I’m sorry, babe, did I wake you?” he asked quietly, placing a kiss to your forehead.

You hummed in response, wrapping your hand around the back of his neck to pull his lips to yours. His kiss was gentle and attentive—he always seemed to anticipate just what would make your heart flutter in your chest. He pulled away a moment later, his blue eyes shining with joy that warmed you from within.

It had only been a few months since you’d met and, if you were being honest, you were a little terrified by how quickly you were falling for him. Contrary to what the tabloids said, you normally guarded your heart quite closely. But with Will, it was beginning to feel like all you needed was him.

“Where’d you go?” he asked and you realized he’d sat down beside you, concern all over his face.

“I’m sorry, just got lost in my thoughts.”

“What were they saying?”

You hesitated, trying to decide how to phrase it, “It just worries me how much you mean to me already.”

“Oh, älskling” he replied, pulling you to him. Your arms wrapped around his middle and you buried your face in his neck, breathing in his scent. “What concerns you about that?”

“I’m scared of people finding out” you admitted softly.

“Because of the media being assholes?” You nodded, pulling him tighter. “Y/N, people say shit about me all the time. It’s just what happens when you’re in the public eye.”

You sighed, pulling away slightly to look at him. He didn’t get it—how different it was being a famous woman versus a man. “What would the story be about you if it came out that we’re dating?” you questioned and he grinned.

“Just that I’m lucky to have somehow landed a woman that is way out of my league” he replied and you rolled your eyes, butterflies filling your stomach at the compliment.

“What do you think it would be about me?”

He took in your serious expression and paused to think before shrugging, “Tell me.”

“Y/N, dating William Nylander!” you proclaimed dramatically. “Another new man for the songstress! Will she ever settle down? How many famous men will she use for attention? What will her ex think? When can we expect the break up album?”

You’d tried being light-hearted but your voice cracked on the last word as tears pricked your eyes. “Hey, hey” he said quietly, embracing you again and running a soothing hand through your hair. “They can say whatever they want. Only we know what this is—how real it is. They can’t take that from us. But, if we keep hiding, think of all the things that fear is taking from us. You coming to a game, me being able to go to a show of yours someday. Me being able to take you out to celebrate a win or on a nice date.”

Tears flowed freely at his words, “I didn’t mean to hide us, I’m just scared.”

“I know” he replied, wiping away your tears. “And I’ve loved getting to know you and developing this relationship, just us two. But that’s not how relationships work—I want you to meet the team and me to meet your friends, see your home in New York. I mean, if you’d want that” he said, faltering at the end.

You grabbed his face in your hands, placing a gentle kiss to his nose. “Of course, that’s what I want” you reassured him, getting lost in his deep blue eyes. And as he leaned in to kiss you again, you accepted that you’d likely get backlash in a way he wouldn’t. But you wouldn’t let that stop you from being with him fully.

But if I’m all dressed up

They might as well be looking at us

And if they call me a slut

You know it might be worth it for once

You were nervous as you left Scotiabank Arena with Steph and a few other girls. You’d felt safe up in the suite, watching the game with the other partners and families but away from prying eyes. Now, on the street surrounded by fans, you felt your anxiety rising. You could feel people watching your group, noting the WAG jackets—you couldn’t tell if they’d realized who you were or were just intrigued because of your relationship with a player.

As you saw Will’s car pull up to the curb, you confirmed with Steph which bar you’d all meet up at to celebrate the win before sliding into his passenger seat.

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” Will asked, eyes scanning your face.

“Yeah, I’m sure” you nodded, despite the nerves filling your stomach. His strong hand gripped yours as he pulled out, heading a few blocks away to the bar. You’d gone to a few closed team events to meet everyone—parties at people’s apartments, joining the girls for at-home brunch, etc. All to help you feel comfortable enough for this milestone.

“You look beautiful, Leafs blue suits you” Willy complimented as he pulled into a spot and you squeezed his hand in thanks. He quickly came around to your side, opening your door and helping you out as he always did, ever the gentleman—it was one of the things you loved about him. You paused for a second at that thought before deciding you had enough to worry about tonight without bringing the L word into it.

You were escorted to a private room where you enjoyed a few hours of joyful company, dancing and drinking, celebrating the guys and their hard work. You’d almost convinced yourself you’d overthought this outing—everything was going great, why had you been so worried? But by the time you were leaving, cheeks flushed from the warmth of the bar and the alcohol flowing through you, your fears were confirmed as cameras began flashing.

Will wrapped a protective arm around you as your name was shouted from all around, Steph tucking herself closer to your other side, bracketing you in their safety.

Send the code, he’s waiting there

The sticks and stones they throw froze mid-air

Everyone wants him

That was my crime

It was the following afternoon and you were spiraling. All those moments you thought were private were plastered across the internet. You and Steph cheering after a goal, you picking up John’s daughter so she could see the ice better, you shielding your eyes when Will had taken a hard check. Let alone all the photos they’d gotten outside the arena and of you walking into and out of the bar.

Even worse, a fan had gotten past your building’s security, knocking on your door shortly after lunch. Luckily, she’d been sweet but it still rattled you. Your building’s manager had apologized profusely, quickly changing all the codes into the building and retraining the staff on privacy procedures.

Will was at practice and wouldn’t be over until later that afternoon, leaving you to your own devices. You’d successfully fought off Googling your own name for hours before finally caving.

Y/N spotted with William Nylander—but is she still with Marc?

Y/N has gone through all of Hollywood’s men—she’s moved onto Toronto now!

When can we expect the Nylander album?

That last one had been the worst—as if your music was owed solely to the men you decided to be with, not something you worked tirelessly on. Your phone vibrated beside you and your shoulders sagged in relief as Will’s name popped up.

“Hey babe, are you almost here?”

“I’m outside, can you send me the new code? It’s a zoo out here.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I totally spaced, it’s 161152. I’ll call George to let him know you can come up.”

A few moments later, you were pulling Will into your apartment and locking the door behind him. You began to explain everything that had happened today but instead simply burst into tears.

“I’m so sorry, älskling—I believed you but I didn’t realize how crazy it would be. But we’re going to figure this out, okay?” And you let yourself believe him as he rubbed soothing circles on your back, his presence filling you with a sense of safety. “And I’m going to be taking your laptop away from you” he added, spotting what you’d been searching.

You chuckled through your tears, pulling away to grab a tissue from nearby, “I knew I shouldn’t but couldn’t stop myself” you admitted and he nodded. “I’m sorry about all of this.”

“Hey, no” he countered, gently gripping your face between his hands. “We knew this could happen.”

“I know but why would you want to put up with all of this?” you asked, emotion clogging your throat again.

“Because I’ll take anything and everything that comes with being with you” he answered, eyes serious as they held yours. You didn’t know what to say to that so you just wrapped your arms around his middle again. “Want to take a nap? I could use one after the last twelve hours.”

Half asleep

Taking your time

You’re not saying you’re in love with me

But you’re going to

A few hours later you were woken by kisses placed all over your face and gentle hands caressing your waist. “There she is” Willy mumbled into your ear and you giggled, turning your face so you could capture his lips with your own. His exploring hands made quick work of both your clothes and soon he was a comforting weight on top of you.

You’d obviously had sex with Will countless times by this point but this felt different somehow. You both normally favored faster, rougher sex but Will was moving so purposefully and slowly, seemingly drawing out the time you two were joined together, impossibly close.

Later, as you came down from your high and felt his rhythm falter, you opened your eyes to meet his and the look there stole your breath away. Such affection and care were in his deep blue eyes before he dropped his head to your chest, burying his face in your neck as he caught his breath.

“That was incredible, Y/N” he said softly and you pulled his face up to yours, pouring all your unsaid feelings into the kiss.

Half awake

Taking your chance

It’s a big mistake

I said it might blow up in your pretty face

A few nights later, you were curled up in Will’s bed, wrapped in his embrace. The dogs were fast asleep around you but you were clinging to wakefulness, enjoying the warmth of Will behind you after a long day in the studio.

“Y/N?” Will said softly and you hummed in response, turning in his arms to face him.

You smiled up at him sleepily but felt yourself wake up a bit more at the intensity in his eyes. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just…” he began, swallowing thickly. You frowned slightly at his nerves, reaching up to brush a piece of hair out of his eyes. “I just love you, that’s all.”

You fought back a smile, “Oh is that all?”

“Shut up” he giggled, hiding his face in your neck, pulling you even closer to him somehow.

You ran a hand through his hair, placing a kiss to the top of his head. “I love you too, William.”

“Yeah?” he questioned, pulling back just enough to gaze up at you.

You nodded before smirking, “You may come to regret it but yeah, I love you.”

He placed a gentle kiss to your collarbone before settling into your chest again, “I could never regret this, my love.”

A/N: My first Willy story! Thanks to those who sent support for this little series I'm working on to hopefully get out of this writing slump. I wrote this in a few hours so please let me know any feedback you have ☺️ 'Say Don't Go' with Lindgren next!

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Title: heavy from the hurt inside my veins [3,022words] (Part 3 of the earth, the sky, the sea) Rating: Mature Pairing: Auston Matthews/William Nylander, past William Nylander/Kyle Dubas Tags: Established Relationship (Auston and Willy), Hurt/Comfort, Finding Closure, Ex-Boyfriends, light angst, Auston Matthews is a Good Boyfriend, fluff, brief mention of a past daddy kink,

Summary: November 25, 2023: They play Pittsburgh. Willy is ready to face his past and get some closure, or so he thinks.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d agree to meet me,” Kyle says quietly, like he wasn’t the one that started pushing Will away first. He wants to say neither did I, but he bites back the butter reply.

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“Will.”

Just a simple word — just one syllable, but it runs through Will’s entire body like a goddamn tapeworm.

“Hey,” he says, as nonchalant as possible. The restaurant, small and cozy already, feels stifling now. He sits down at the table, across from Kyle fucking Dubas. The man he’s spent at least two years trying to forget.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d agree to meet me,” Kyle says quietly, like he wasn’t the one that started pushing Will away first.

He wants to say “neither did I”, but he bites back the bitter reply. It’s not Kyle’s fault, not really, and Will knows that, it just doesn’t make it any less shitty.

“You look good,” Kyle continues, and Will almost loses it right there. Kyle’s said that to him so many times, in so many ways.

You look good. As in: you had a great start with MoDo, we want you on the Marlies.

You look good. As in: you’re playing even better than expected, you’re the star of the Marlies, Willy. We were at the bottom of the standings before you joined and now we’re in the Calder Cup Playoffs.

You look good. As in: you’re good enough to be on the Leafs, now, Willy. Look at that, you helped Auston Matthews set an NHL record for most goals scored in a rookie’s debut.

Kyle had always thought he looked good, at least as a player. One of the first people to fully, truly, undeniable and unwaveringly believe in him. That was before it became more.

You look good. As in: I can’t, Will, we can’t do this, we shouldn’t — but I can’t say no to you.

You look good. As in: You’re so beautiful when you come for me.

“Thanks,” Will eventually bites out. Then he clears his throat and forces the next words out. “You too.”

Kyle gives him that half-smile, the one that’s a little pained, a little forced, a little self-deprecating. He probably thinks Will is just saying it, but it’s really not a lie. Kyle’s one of the most handsome men Willy’s ever seen, always put together. The one the media thinks is “cute” because they don’t know how much Kyle has to hide. They don’t know all of Kyle’s secrets like Will does. Or at least, used to.

“You played really well tonight,” Kyle tells him softly. Deflecting. Putting the attention back on Will, probably in hopes of distracting him just long enough.

“I really didn’t,” he responds flatly, fiddling with his spoon, twirling it around and around, spinning just like his mind is.

“Don’t do that,” Kyle interjects quickly. He always used to do that. The first to tell Will that he had a good game, that he was great on the ice, that everything would be alright.

Except Will can’t, and has never been able to, just “not do that”. The name he carries, the legacy, he has to be better. Always.

“You’re just coming back from a big trip,” Kyle reasons — because that’s just who he is. He’ll find a way to logically explain anything, even if there simply isn’t anything to explain.

Still, he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t enjoy it. It’s nice to feel like, maybe, everything wasn’t all his fault, all the time.

“Yeah,” he responds lamely. It’s stilted and awkward and he knows that but he can’t stop himself. The wall between him and Kyle is just far too high and far too thick, and he thinks there just may not be anything strong enough to tear it down.

Kyle’s tone changes. “You looked great. Like you had a good time. Family good?”

That conversation, at least, is less stilted. He tries not to dwell on the fact Kyle said he looked good because otherwise he’d have a public meltdown. Instead, he answers the question, talks about how everyone’s doing. He has enough friends and family that he can talk for a while without thinking.

Kyle was always good at listening. He’s asking the right questions about Will’s siblings, telling him that Alex did well tonight too, which Will appreciates. If he’s going to lose to anyone, it might as well be to his brother.

“You don’t have to stay,” Kyle says, trying to hide the sigh. Giving Will an out.

He almost hates how considerate that is. But no, he’s not going to do that to Kyle, despite the mixed feelings. “I know,” he says, making a conscious effort to open his body language up. Somehow, he had felt more comfortable in a tank top in front of a giant audience than right now, with only Kyle’s eyes on him.

“But you asked me here for a reason, didn’t you?”

“I just wanted to see you. Ask you how things have been. How… he’s been.”

Will inhales deeply at that and a part of him wants to tell Kyle to fuck off, while the other part wants to cry a little bit.

“Auston, I mean,” Kyle clarifies, as if that’s what Will was thinking about.

“He’s fine,” Will answers automatically. “We’re fine.” He’d never told Kyle who it was that picked up all the pieces of his heart after Kyle broke things off but he supposes it’s pretty obvious. Surely, Kyle knows the face he makes when he feels some type of way about someone — Kyle’s seen it before, after all. When Will used to look at him like that.

“I’m happy for you.”

At that, Willy looks up, brain trying to come up with something petty to snap back with. But the thing is, he doesn’t see a lie in Kyle’s eyes. All he sees are the warm, welcoming eyes that remind him of milk chocolate and liquid amber. It’s too honest, and it shouldn’t make his stomach do somersaults but it is, it is, it is.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” Kyle asks.

He shouldn’t.

“Yeah.”

✩

As soon as Will steps inside, he’s hit with everything he thought he was no longer missing.

The way Kyle’s shoe rack is always organized, by style, then colour. There’s not a single shoelace out of place.

The smell of — pine, or cedar, or some fancy thing that the bath and body place smells like.

The way Kyle takes his coat and hangs it up before guiding him inside, a gentle hand on his back. It feels like it’s searing a mark onto him, a brand, a stamp, a sign for Auston to see that says he’s still mine.

Will shakes the thought away. That’s ridiculous. It’s his own guilt for even being here in the first place, but he’s not here for that. He’s not here to do anything except show Kyle that he’s fine. He’s fine without Kyle.

“Gorgeous like this, Willy. Beautiful.” “I want — please” “Yeah, I know you do, baby, I know what you want. Just let me watch you a bit longer, sweetheart. Sit still, just like that. Okay?” “… Okay.” “That’s my good boy. You’ve always been so good for me, haven’t you? You like being rewarded.” “Yes, daddy.”

“Drink?”

The memory fades as he focuses back on Kyle — the here and now version of Kyle.

He wants to say yes, because maybe then not every single muscle in his body would be so tense but he also doesn’t trust himself to stay on track if he isn’t stone cold sober. He shakes his head and takes a seat on the couch, which is perfectly symmetrical, stupidly pristine, white throw cushions on either end and a deep blue blanket folded over the back of it. It looks so soft, he wants to run his fingers through it, but he keeps them clasped in his lap, determined to touch nothing and no one.

It reminds him of the Maple Leafs colours. He wonders if it reminds Kyle too. Of what he left behind. He wonders if it reminds Kyle of him.

“If you want it,” Kyle says, handing Will a cup of tea. It’s made the way he likes. Of course it is.

“Thanks,” he says. He’s mostly grateful that his hands have something to do. Something to hold that isn’t Kyle’s hand.

“Look, I know I… I owe you an explanation.”

“You really don’t,” Will says, even though he really wants to hear it. “It’s hockey, right? That’s how it goes.”

That’s what he’s had to tell himself for ages. It’s just business. There was nothing personal when Kyle traded Kappy, even if Kyle knew Kasperi was his best friend, his roommate, his confidant. Hell, maybe Kyle just didn’t like the thought of Will living with someone else, who knows.

He’d spent a long time in Kyle’s arms after that, which felt like a betrayal to Kappy, and yet he couldn’t stay away. He craved the comfort, too dependent on someone holding him and telling him it’d be okay.

“Yes,” Kyle agrees. “It is just hockey, but it doesn’t mean it felt good for me to leave like that. It wasn’t amicable, I just didn’t want to burden you with it.”

Will nods, even though it sounds like more corporate bullshit. He couldn’t do what Kyle does. The secrets, the poker face, the way he needs to separate his feelings from the job.

“It wouldn't have been a burden,” Will offers. He’s not sure if that’s a lie or not, but surely it was better than Kyle leaving without a word, right?

“That’s kind of you to say, but we both know that isn’t true.”

He fucking hates when Kyle is so right, but he doesn’t have anything to dispute it. He takes a sip of the tea and sets it down, tucking his legs up and wrapping his arms around them as if to protect himself even though the damage is already done.

“And you had Auston,” Kyle continues. “I knew you’d be alright.”

That’s when he finally starts to tear up. “No you didn’t. You didn’t know, you couldn’t have known because I didn’t even know.”

“I did know, b— I knew you, Willy. I knew.”

He doesn’t know why it hurts, to hear Kyle almost call him baby again. He doesn’t know if it would hurt any less if Kyle finished that thought. He doesn’t know how Kyle ended up on his side of the sofa, hand rubbing up and down Will’s back like he’s soothing a child.

That’s what he feels like. That’s what he is.

“It’s okay,” Kyle coos. “I’m sorry, Willy. I really am sorry.”

He lets the first tear fall, watches it make a dark spot on Kyle’s pants and then he just can’t stop.

“I hate you,” he says, not even meaning it.

“You have every right to,” Kyle responds, soft and gentle, just like how he is with everything else. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be what you needed or —”

“You were!” Willy protests, curling himself into and around Kyle, swallowing up the intoxicating smell of Kyle’s cologne, letting himself be enveloped at the same time.

“I wasn’t,” Kyle says after a moment, once Will’s stopped shaking from holding it all in — or letting it all out, he’s not sure what it is anymore. “I was good to you, you were good to me, and we were happy. But that doesn’t mean I was what you needed. Or deserved.”

Fucking — this conversation again. The conversation they’ve had a million times.

“I don’t care about that stuff, I just need you.” “You’re twenty, Will. You might think it’s okay now, but it won’t be, later.” “I don’t need it, the whole — going to restaurants and — all that Instagram stuff. Who cares? They don’t have to know who I’m seeing. Nobody has to know.” “Baby, that’s the problem. It’s not that nobody has to know. It’s that nobody can know. You understand? Nobody. The entire thing — you and me — it’ll all just be a big secret.” “I can do it! I promise.” “Willy, baby, you need more than this — you deserve to be happy. Free. One day, you’ll want more.” “Why can’t I have both? I can do it, whatever it is. I can do it all, have it all. You can too, I just know it.” “You've never heard the story of Icarus.”

He doesn’t know what the hell he’s supposed to see, even to this day.

“It makes no difference, I can’t be open about Auston either,” he says, almost petulantly. He’s loosened his hold on Kyle, but he lets himself stay where it’s warm and cozy.

“You can,” Kyle says, petting his hair. “If you wanted to. The world would be delighted for you two.”

Will scoffs a bit into Kyle’s shoulder. They both know that’s not going to happen. “Yeah? How do you think that’s going to go? Hey, we banned pride tape, but not to worry, we definitely fully support two dudes making out on the ice?”

Kyle stays silent. Will hates how grown up Kyle is sometimes. He’s unshakeable, always has been. “Not everything in life is about hockey,” he says after a moment.

Will tears back this time, ignoring the way the entire front of his body grows cold without Kyle there. “That’s amazing, coming from you. You’re the one that made hockey more important, remember?”

“We can’t — I can’t keep doing this, Willy.” “He didn’t see anything! We weren’t even that close, and — and it was just — it could’ve just been a talk about my contract!” “Will, please, I need you to understand, as much as we want this, I can’t. I’d lose everything. All of it. I can’t.” You’d still have me, Will had almost said. But he didn’t want to hear Kyle say that it wasn’t enough so he said nothing.

“Maybe I was wrong,” Kyle admits quietly. “Maybe there is more, but I — I couldn’t, at that time.”

There it is. It’s all Will had wanted to hear, to have Kyle say he was sorry, he was wrong, he fucked up with Will all those years ago.

But now that he has it, it doesn’t fix the jagged cracks of his heart, it doesn’t make him feel any better, it doesn’t make him feel like he won.

It makes him feel like it was a mistake coming here.

“I have to go,” he declares, standing abruptly.

“Will —”

“I have to go,” he repeats, heading for the door to shove his feet into his runners, messily.

“Take a second,” Kyle instructs him. “I’ll drive you.”

“I — it’s fine,” Will says, shaking his head. “Really, I am. Tonight was — yeah, I needed that.”

Kyle must sense something, because he doesn’t stop Will, just looks on with that concerned look of his.

“Bye Kyle.” He hopes it sounds friendly enough. feeling a rush of emotion — of an epiphany of sorts. “See you, uh, in a month, I guess?”

Kyle nods. “Yeah. The 16th.”

“The 16th,” he echoes, a part of him satisfied that Kyle, too, had like, circled it on his calendar or something. He opens the door.

“Take care of yourself,” Kyle says, with a genuine smile. “I’m really happy for you.”

Willy bites his lip as he steps out. “Thanks.”

There isn’t anything left to say.

As soon as he’s on the street he texts Auston hoping Auston is still awake. Be there in 10.

All he gets back are four words, but it settles the brewing storm in the pit of his stomach.

Okay, waiting for you

✩

The moment he enters the hotel room, Auston calls out for him and it feels like a beacon. Auston’s shoes are kicked off by the door.

He walks towards Auston's voice and he has no idea what his face says or looks like, but Auston doesn’t say anything or ask where he’s been.

Auston’s just leaning against the headboard, watching highlights from the Boston game in a loose t-shirt, opening his arms up for Will. He probably expected Will to sit down and snuggle into his side, but it’s just not enough. Right now.

Will crawls into the bed, into Auston’s lap, fully burying his face in Auston’s neck while the highlight reels play quietly behind him.

Where Kyle smells like the forest, like a weekend camping trip in the rain, Auston smells like the beach, a summer vacation. The scent of Irish Spring soap fills Will’s nostrils, along with the light minty cucumber of his deodorant that makes him think of mojitos.

“Everything okay?” Auston asks quietly, his hand running up and down Will’s back.

“Yeah.” It’s not even entirely a lie. He lays like that, straddling Auston’s lap until it starts to feel less like everything around him is buzzing.

“I saw Kyle,” he confesses.

“Yeah,” Auston replies, calm and collected. “Still wearing that Hugo Boss, huh?”

Right. Fuck. Of course Auston can smell it on him.

“Was it okay?” Auston asks when he doesn’t say anything. “Seeing him again.”

“Yeah, I guess. But sort of not really? Not at first. It was just a lot. I’m sorry.”

“Why would you have to be sorry, baby? Nothing you have to apologize for.”

Baby.

Will finally lifts his head to look Auston in the eyes.

Kyle’s eyes remind him of a warm scotch, a little gold in all that amber. Auston though — also warm but like a pool of melted chocolate, a little bit of hazelnut atop sweet, dark syrup.

Maybe that’s always been it. Kyle made him feel more grown up than he had any right to, but Auston makes him feel like a kid in a candy store. Giddy. Hungry.

“Kiss me,” he murmurs and Auston obliges. It’s different now, just like he thought it would be ever since he had that eureka moment at Kyle’s.

It feels like he’s soaring, higher and higher, straight for the sun, except he’s not afraid. Kyle may have wanted to keep him safe and tell him to stay away, but Auston will let him fly as close as he wants.

Auston — his big, beautiful Auston, will catch him.

“Jag älskar dig, älskling,” Willy whispers against Auston’s lips when they part.

“Love you, too, baby.”

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