authors note: here is the continuation of my previous william nylander imagine. i know a lot of this is william’s family. but i hope that’s ok as i adore the nylander fam. there’s some fluff in there as well. my requests are also open now, so if you want to request a imagine feel free to do so. i hope you enjoy this and don’t be shy about giving me some feedback!i appreciate it a lot.
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Giving Jackie a high five you handed her a bottle of water. ” Well done Jacks. You just keep on getting better and better. Soon you’ll have to hire a professional to train with you on a regular basis. ” Looking at you, Jackie chuckled. ” Yeah well, you’re way better to play with than my brothers at least. ” You knew that the competitive side took over both William and Alexander in every way, shape and form. Even when they were playing against their sisters. At least when it came to tennis.
Mitch Marner and Colton Parayko~requested by the amazing @mitchellmarnthews. If you’d like a lockscreen send me an ask of the player/team/slogan you want and the type of phone you have. If you use like/reblog.
read it on AO3 SERIES: Yuri!!! On Ice PAIRING: Jean-Jacques Leroy x Seung-gil Lee RATING: E / NSFW TAGS: lingerie; teasing; friendly wagers; lap dance
written at the request for @rainlikestars and for the prompt fill for the winner of my twitter fanfic giveaway
The opportunity comes unexpectedly, but it’s welcome.
It’s not that JJ doesn’t adore Seung-gil, because he does. He admires Seung-gil’s tenacity, his talent, his ruthless determination to remain himself and not change a thing in the face of the pressures of figure skating and publicity. It reminds JJ a lot of himself.
(There are many other things he likes about Seung-gil: the small smile Seung-gil gets around his dog; the careful and meticulous way those hands work in the kitchen; the unflappable way he continues to allow his mother to dress him; the way he watches JJ skate, silent, eyes narrowed in scrutiny, but always believing JJ will put the best performance out on the ice. JJ doesn’t say these things out loud, thinks them quietly to himself in the mornings he gets to wake up beside Seung-gil in his hotel room, the rare times they get to spend the night together.)
It’s not that JJ doesn’t adore Seung-gil, because he does, but damn if he doesn’t sometimes get the urge to see if that unshakable composure of his won’t break. Because no matter what romantic or naughty gesture JJ makes, the most he’s gotten out of Seung-gil is the boy ducking his head, cheeks faintly pink, or Seung-gil failing to reply for several minutes because of a message JJ’s sent. And even in bed, Seung-gil hasn’t quite let himself go, preferring to bury his face and his sounds in the sheets or JJ’s shoulder, shuddering quietly in JJ’s arms as he comes.
JJ adores everything about Seung-gil, but he does want everything, and that includes seeing what Seung-gil might look like if he were flustered, embarrassed; what he’d look like coming apart under JJ’s hands, mouth, touch.
It starts with a bet.
They’re both terribly competitive (something that’s led to not a few fights between them, spats when they criticize each other’s routines or outscore each other badly), so it’s easy enough to cajole Seung-gil into a not-completely-friendly wager over their scores in their first Grand Prix series event – they’re both assigned to Skate Canada this season, which means Seung-gil is staying a few days at JJ’s Montreal apartment, having flown in early to practice before they both head to Toronto. They’re in the open living-kitchen-dining room, with JJ getting some juice from the fridge and Seung-gil curled up on the couch.
“You know,” JJ says casually, twisting open the bottle, “we should add something to this.”
Seung-gil flicks his gaze up from his phone, quirks his eyebrows. “Add something to what?”
“The competition.” JJ waggles his eyebrows, undeterred even when Seung-gil frowns. “Something more than just seeing who’s gonna beat who.”
Seung-gil’s eyes narrow, but JJ can see the curiosity there. His boyfriend shifts on the couch, leans his cheek on the back of it. “Something like what?”
“Hmmm.” JJ lets things stew for a few moments as he takes a long swig, tipping his head back, feeling the way Seung-gil’s eyes are drawn to his throat. He smacks his lips, licks the excess moisture off, and grins. “How about, the person with the lower score has to do whatever the winner wants for a day?”
Seung-gil quirks his eyebrows. “That seems obviously childish.”
“It’ll be fun.” JJ sets the juice bottle down on the kitchen counter, strides over to Seung-gil and braces his hands on either side of his boyfriend’s head. He can see the heat flash in Seung-gil’s gaze, in his quiet but harsh exhale. JJ leans down and winks. “I’m sure you’ve got things you want to make me do,” he says, lowering his voice. When Seung-gil inhales sharply, JJ knows he’s hooked.
(And there are things he wants Seung-gil to do, and wants to do to Seung-gil, but he doesn’t say those yet. Those can wait for after he wins, and all their days together after.)
Seung-gil looks a little to the left, then directly at JJ. His lips are pursed in that determined pout that JJ loves to kiss off.
obviously i am delighted when my faves start blowing up but it makes life really difficult when i used to be able to see mitski for $10 in a 200-person bar and now her “toronto show” is her opening for the pixies at massey hall for $89.50; same goes for julien baker opening for belle & sebastian and alex g opening for fleet foxes like just let me live