I saw your requests are open so i was wondering if you could write william nylander imagine where you have a couple of years old son together who comes to a practise with you two and interacting with uncle mitch and uncle austin and coach being like wow future leaf right there and just kill me with cuteness im ready
Lowkey wanna make this into a series of different Leafs with their children
“Can I skate with Aus and Mitch?”
“Honey, no, we didn’t bring you any skates,” You replied for what felt like the millionth time.
Your son only whined and squirmed in your lap, extending his hands on the glass and slapping it. “I wanna skate!”
“I know,” You soothed, running a hand down your son’s back. “I know you do, but daddy’s practicing right now, okay?”
Not happy with your response, your son groaned and threw his body back, slowly sliding down your lap, making you scoff.
Again, beginnings can be a little boring and long. Next post is much more action packed and exciting! I’m excited to begin this next story and hope you all enjoy it as well!
“Are you done looking for the fairest of them all, Rian?” I
say snidely to my sister, watching her stare at herself in the mirror.
throws a filthy look my way though she has no comeback. Her brain doesn’t work
two ready?” We hear a shout from downstairs.
I call back, giving Rian one last smirk before slinking out of the bathroom and
down the stairs.
babe,” Nathan grins up at me, all green eyes and white teeth.
coming, probably another forty-two years and she’ll be skipping down the
stairs,” I tell him, reaching to bottom of the stairs. Leaning up and pecking
him on the cheek before he has the chance to turn his head and kiss somewhere
not much of a hello,” he raises an eyebrow at me.
know me.” I say pulling on my jacket. “Never been one for hellos and goodbyes.”
I wink at him and turn to the stairs once more. “Rian! You have thirty seconds
to get your ass in the car!” I swing open the front door and hold out my hand,
gesturing for Nathan to go ahead of me into the chilly Toronto air.
out after him and we trudge through the snow to his waiting car, already warm
from the drive over here. Settling down into the front passenger seat I look
over my shoulder at the boy already waiting.
it going, Jake?” I grin at him.
as always, Y/N. Taking the backseat for the sake of my best friend’s ego,” he
winks at me as Nathan opens his own door and climbs into the driver’s seat.
my eyes and turn in time to see Rian sprinting down the front steps to the car.
Her perfect blonde curls slightly losing their shape with the wet snow falling,
but I don’t dare tell her that. When she scrambles into the backseat and Jake
greets her, I don’t have to look at her to know her face its beat red.
Jake,” her voice sounds so small when she replies to him and I have to bite my
lip to keep from laughing out loud. Nathan and I exchange a smirk as he puts
the car into gear and glides us away to the ACC.
seats?” Nathan asks me after a few minutes of casual conversation.
I say, smiling out the window.
see,” I grin at him and exchange a secret smile with Rian.
two are the worst,” Nathan mutters and I see his fingers twitch on the console
between us. Discreetly as possible, I take my hand from where it was resting
close to his and fold them in my lap. Any time he can, Nathan finds an excuse
to hold my hand and while I don’t mind most of the time, my baby sister is
currently in the backseat with Nathan’s best friend.
not going to tell me?” Nathan asks again, trying to put on his puppy dog eyes
and I quickly look out the window again.
if Jake asks?”
wanna know, Jake?” I ask, not looking back.
would love to,” he replies.
hear them shift in their seats, putting their heads together.
Come on! That’s not fair!” Nathan exclaims, looking over his shoulder in the
backseat before scowling at me. “Literally the worst.”
with myself, I settle down into my seat and stare out the window contently for
the rest of the ride, tuning out Nathan’s occasional complaint and the
bickering I can’t make out from the backseat.
Nathan is able to find an open parking spot, we pull our hoods up against the
wicked wind and make our way into the crowd slowly milling into the arena.
Nathan repeatedly bumps against my shoulder and I wince in annoyance each time.
I slow my pace slightly and am able to maneuver Jake between us, only a little
guilt forming in my stomach.
produce the four tickets when we get inside, holding my thumb over the seat
section when Nathan tries to look over my shoulder.
see soon enough,” I say before he even opens his mouth. Holding out the tickets
to the man behind the gate before Nathan can snatch them out of my hands. I
step through the gate with the other three following along after me. We blend
into the sea of blue and white of jerseys and shirts and hats though the
occasional orange jersey breaks through the crowd.
and I lead the way down towards ice level, Jake and then Nathan following
along. We reach the glass and turn right, walking to the very end of the row
and taking our seats right next to the home team’s bench.
down onto the end seat, and rest my elbow on the railing between the Leafs
bench and my spot.
enough for you?” I ask him and he just stares at me in awe. “Happy Birthday!” I
exclaim just as I start to hear shouting from the tunnel just behind me.
stands there gawking as players begin flying past us out onto the ice. The
sound of their skates digging into the ice makes goosebumps erupt all over my
body. I look away from Nathan and out across the ice surface proudly. I may not
consider myself his girlfriend but goddamn I would be a good one.
Nathan drops down to his seat with the assistance of Jake. The three people to
my left stare at each player as they zoom by while my attention filters down to
the white and orange jerseys on the other end, indifferent to the blue ones in
front of me.
the shock wears off, Nathan and Jake make their way back to the concourse to
get themselves a few beers.
starving, you want anything?” Rian asks me, standing to follow after the boys.
bring me one of whatever you get,” I say, smiling at her. “Thanks.”
nods and moves to walk away but pauses, turning back to me slowly. “I think you
made Nathan really happy tonight, Y/N. You may be a horrible sister, but you’re
a great girlfriend.” She winks and flashes me a smile before running up the
stairs to catch up to the boys.
after her, my mouth slightly open as I try to find words even though she’s
he’s not my boyfriend,” I finally whisper and turn back to the ice, though my
gaze is unfocused. Does everyone think we
are together? I don’t think we are. Why does Rian? Does Jake think the same
thing? Does the lady staring at me two rows back also think so? No, probably
not. I flinch as a puck hits the glass directly in front of me and I’m too
late focusing in to notice who it was and why their pass was so horrible.
and try to push all thoughts of boyfriends and green eyed boys out of my mind.
I stretch out in my seat, resting my foot on the small lip beneath the glass
and watch the players in front of me. My eyes follow various numbers and names
across the ice. There’s Marner. Oh look
he’s doing his weird stretch thing next to Matthews. And there’s Bozak hitting
the glass where his son is standing.
I don’t flinch this time when
another puck hits the glass in front of me and my eyes zero in on a small
cluster of guys near the blue line near the opposite boards. None of them are
looking at me but I see a few smiles. Rolling my eyes I turn my attention back
to the warm up drill they are currently working through.
I’m able to watch in peace for only
a few minutes before my gaze is interrupted by a pair of the bluest eyes I have
ever seen. My breath catches in my throat as our eye contact extends past a few
seconds as he skates by slowly, stretching his stick above his head. A slow
smile forms on William Nylander’s face as he finally passes me and I blink
several times though my eyes continue to follow him.
“The shortest line was for
hotdogs,” Rian says beside me and I nearly fall out of my seat. “Jesus Y/N! You
just scared the shit out of me!” Rian snaps as my sudden movement made her
nearly fumble the stack of hot dogs in her arms.
“Sorry! Here,” I reach out and take
the two large drinks out of the nook of her arm.
“What were you staring at?” Rian
asks taking her seat and spilling the pile of wrapped hotdogs onto her lap.
“Oh nothing, just got absorbed into
the action,” I say, picking a hotdog from the pile and unwrapping it.
“Sure or you were absorbed into the
godliness that is William Nylander,” Rian snorts, taking a huge bite of her
hotdog as I gape at her.
“How could you have possibly
noticed that? Weren’t you trying not to break your neck while walking down the
stairs?” I ask.
“I said your name about three times
before you snapped out of it,” Rian says through a mouthful and I wrinkle my
nose at her. “Plus I could feel the tension halfway up the stairs.”
“Oh shut up,” I mumble, taking a
bite of my own hotdog and pointedly staring down towards where the Flames were
“The boys were still in line when I
was on my way back. You should see the smile on Nathan’s face. And Jake’s for
“Now that you bring up Jake…” I say
suggestively, a smirk playing on my lips.
“Just shut up now.” Rian doesn’t
even bother looking at me, but I can see the pink rising up her neck to her
“Rian and Jacob sitti- OW!” I
squeal as Rian pinches me under the arm which somehow makes me kick my leg out
hard into the boards in front of me. I gasp in pain while Rian erupts into a
fit of giggles as I massage some life back into my toes through my boots. “I
hate when you do that!”
Rian is too overcome with laughter
to answer me and I scowl across the ice in full pout mode. I hear laughter from
the bench area beside me and when I glance over I immediately regret it. Nylander
is standing with a Gatorade bottle in his hand and a smile on his face, his
eyes on me. I quickly drop his gaze and return my attention to my foot that is
“Shut up,” I mumble when Rian
nudges me in the arm. She opens her mouth to say something but I’m saved by the
arrival of Nathan and Jake.
They take their seats and another
punch of guilt hits me as Nathan sits on the other side of Rian, giving me a
disappointed look. I try to ignore it and look anywhere but him, deciding
instead to watch Andersen go through his pregame routine.
Nathan and Jake engage in their
usual pregame conversations, going over statistics and predictions. I can’t help
but steal glances at Nathan and the smile that never seems to leave his face.
He catches my eye a few times and I give him a soft smile, though I’m quick to
look away. No need to fuel the fire. He’s been one of my best friends since I
was in high school and only recently has the relationship gone to another
level, one I’m not too sure about yet.
The game starts without any more
awkward eye contact, which I strategically planned despite the nudges from Rian
every time she noticed someone staring in our direction. A downside to the seat
choice I hadn’t thought about. The atmosphere comes to life as the Leafs take
an early 2-0 lead over the Flames. Rian and I clap but we don’t jump out of our
seats like the two idiots sitting beside us. We giggle at them each time,
making jokes at them that they occasionally take a little offense to.
By the end of the first period
Nathan and Jake have both successfully had two beers a piece and soon go on the
hunt for more while Rian and I watch the intermission activity.
“How’s your toe?” Rian asks me
sweetly after a few minutes and ignore her.
“Why did you call me Nathan’s
girlfriend?” I ask instead, frowning at the glass in front of me.
“I thought you were, are you not?”
Rian asks confused, and I can see her looking at me from the corner of my eye.
“Definitely not,” I say. “And I
hope he doesn’t either.”
“But I thought you two had feelings
for each other. And I see you holding hands sometimes, him kissing your cheek,
“Okay, I get it. That would look a
little like dating.” I interrupt much to her amusement. “I do love Nathan, I
just don’t think I want him like that. And now I feel like I let it go on too
Rian is quiet a moment, a first for
her. “Well then I take back my earlier statement. You’re not a good girlfriend,
you’re a good friend.” She taps my hand once as the team again comes shuffling
out of the tunnel beside me. I turn my attention from Rian to the game again,
trying and failing to focus. Only when the goal horn sounds for a Toronto goal to
I snap to attention and clap, having no idea who even scored.
Thankfully, I don’t have to look
very far because he is already skating to the bench for the celebration and I’m
not quick enough to look away. Those pretty blue eyes meet mine again, a huge
smile crinkling them at the corners and I feel myself smiling as well, though I
know it’s just because of the goal. When play resumes I still struggle to pay
attention, my mind is whirling about too much. I’m overly aware of the boy
sitting two seats down from and overly aware of the bench on the other side of
I prepare myself to get up after
the next whistle, needing to get away from the bright lights of the arena, a
slow throb already forming in my head when I hear it.