For the past few road trips you have been staying in Willy’s apartment while he’s been gone. Willy claimed it was because he needed you to watch Pablo and Banksy for him, as well as the apartment. Though he would never admit it to you, the real reason Willy wanted you to stay in his apartment while he was gone was so he could come back to you and your scent in his home (and in his bed). Throughout these past few road trips, you’ve developed a strong bond with Pablo and Banksy Nylander. You treated them like your own children, you cuddled and pet them whenever they wanted, you gave them extra treats and food, and taking them on very long walks through downtown toronto.
Willy first noticed Pablo and Banksy’s favoritism towards you around the six month mark in your relationship, it was small, nothing major. You and Willy were relaxing after a game, usually Willy won’t let you sit on the couch unless you’re directly next to him (or on top of him), but this was different. The leafs had lost 6-1 against the sabers. the sabers, Willy couldn’t believe it. He just wanted some space to digress which resulted in you being separated by a single cushion, which may not be a lot to some, but to willy it was like the grand canyon.
Willy was staring at the tv, a random episode of friends playing in the background, when he reached down expecting to find a soft, curly dog head but instead all he found was the soft material of his own sweatpants. He glances around before setting his gaze on you, you’re laying down on your side, facing the tv with a blanket wrapped around you. Pablo is lying down in front of you, his nose tucked under your chin while Banksy is alseep half on top of you. The smile on Willy’s face was there the entire night.
The second (and most important) time Willy noticed his dogs favoritism towards you was during a date. Willy had an off day so you both decided to spend the day exploring downtown toronto, and of course you decided to bring the dogs. How could you not? The dogs were happily trotting along in front of you while you and Willy tried to figure out where the diner you were going to eat at was. Willy was insisting the diner was to the right, but you were certain it was to the left. Since you both hate to be wrong, you go in different directions. When Willy realizes there are no dogs weaving between his legs he stops, he turns his head around and sees Pablo and Banksy weaving between your legs. Willy smiles and shakes his head before breaking out into a light jog and joining you at your side. Sure enough you were right, the diner was to the left.
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𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: At the Leafs’ family skate, you avoid the ice because you can’t skate. Alex points it out to Willy, who comes to check on you. When you admit the truth, Willy gently teaches you himself and promises to protect you, turning it into a sweet moment together.
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The arena lights glowed warm against the ice, reflecting off the scattered Christmas decorations the Maple Leafs had hung for the annual family skate. Players were skating around with siblings, parents, partners—laughing, slipping, taking pictures, and, in Auston’s case, trying to lasso Matthew’s kids with a scarf.
Meanwhile, you stood off to the side, bundled up in your coat with a cup of hot chocolate clutched between your hands. From here, the ice was safe. Predictable. Not slippery. You were happy watching… sort of.
Willy didn’t notice at first—too busy showing off for his sisters, pretending to be an Olympic figure skater while Alex chirped him nonstop. They looked so at home on the ice, and so did his parents. The entire family glided around like it was second nature.
You? Not so much.
You shifted on your feet, pretending you weren’t dying inside every time someone looked your way.
That’s when Alex skated up to the boards, stopping right in front of you with a smooth turn that sent a little spray of ice towards you.
“You okay?” he asked, leaning casually on his stick.
You plastered on a smile.
“Of course! Just watching.”
He raised a brow. Clearly unconvinced.
“You sure?” he pressed. “You look like someone waiting for bad news.”
You laughed awkwardly. “I’m fine, Alexander. Really.”
“Hm.” He stared for one more second, then shrugged and pushed away. “Alright. Just thought it was weird you weren’t out here.”
You swallowed.
There it is.
Someone noticed.
Alex skated straight to Willy, immediately nudging him with the grace of a sledgehammer.
Willy looked confused, then glanced toward you, then back at Alex—who said something that made Willy’s eyes widen just a little.
And suddenly your boyfriend was skating toward you like a man on a mission.
He slowed at the boards, hands hooking over the top, breath puffing in small clouds.
“Hey,” he said softly. “Why aren’t you coming out with us?”
You stared down at your boots. “I’m fine.”
Willy tilted his head, hair falling across his forehead in that annoyingly perfect way he never had to try for.
“Alex said you looked nervous.”
“Oh my god,” you groaned, “I’m going to kill him.”
Willy’s brows knitted together as he leaned a little closer. “Baby… what’s going on?”
You bit your lip, cheeks already burning. “Okay, don’t make a big deal out of it but… I can’t skate. Like at all. I’m horrible. I’ll fall and break my face and probably take out a small child on my way down.”
Willy blinked once.
Twice.
Then the softest smile spread across his face.
“That’s it?” he said gently. “I thought you were hurt or something.”
You scoffed. “You’re not embarrassed? Your family is literally pro-level.”
He didn’t wait for your answer. Instead, he reached one gloved hand toward you.
“Come on,” he murmured. “I’ll teach you. I promise.”
You shook your head, but he wasn’t leaving without you. Not tonight.
“Willy…”
“If anyone laughs,” he interrupted, completely serious, “I’ll beat them up.”
You let out a startled laugh. “You’re not fighting your teammates and their families because I can’t skate.”
“I absolutely will,” he said. “Try me.”
You slipped your hand into his, and that was it—Willy was immediately helping you step onto the ice. His hands moved to your waist, steady and warm even through your jacket.
Your legs wobbled violently the second your foot touched the ice.
“Nonononono—”
“I’ve got you,” he whispered, arm tightening around you. “I won’t let you fall.”
He guided you slowly, one careful glide at a time.
“Bend your knees a little… good.”
“Don’t lean back, lean forward just a bit.”
“Perfect, baby. You’re doing so good.”
You were convinced half the team was watching.
You were equally convinced Willy would fight them all if they dared comment.
You clung to his hands so tightly he laughed. “You know, I need those.”
“No,” you said firmly. “These are mine now.”
He grinned. “As long as you stay on your feet, you can keep them.”
You took another shaky step, then another—until suddenly you were moving. Actually moving. Willy kept one arm around your waist, steering you, matching your pace with the ease of someone who could do this in his sleep.
When your ankle wobbled, he caught you instantly, pulling you flush against him.
“See?” he murmured against your hair. “Told you. You’re safe with me.”
You inhaled, heart racing for reasons that had nothing to do with skating.
His parents skated by, smiling like they’d been waiting for this moment. Alex gave Willy a thumbs up and then winked at you.
Willy pretended not to see, but his hand squeezed yours a little tighter.
After a few minutes, he gently let go with one hand, skating backwards so he could watch your face.
“You’re doing it,” he said proudly. “Look at you.”
You couldn’t help smiling. “I guess I am.”
Willy slowed until you glided right into him, his arms wrapping around you completely this time.
“Best part of my night,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
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You knew from the moment he walked through the door that something was bothering him.
The way his shoulders were slumped, the way he shuffled his feet down the hallway, the clear signs of physical exhaustion and something you couldn’t quite place present on his expression.
“Hey baby, how was practice?” You ask, setting your phone aside to focus your attention on your tired boyfriend.
“Brutal.” He throws out. Tossing himself down onto your shared bed, his head landing face down in your lap.
You tut and begin carding your fingers through his soft blonde hair.
He lets out a long strong sigh, bringing his arms up to curl around your legs, squeezing you in a tight embrace.
“You want to talk about it?” You ask, cocking your head to the side as you patiently observe his breathing.
“Not really.” He shakes his head and you move your fingers from his hair down to gently massage the tense muscles of his back. He groans at the contact, nuzzling his face deeper into your lap.
“Okay. Is there anything I can do to help?” You continue to rub his skin through the fabric of his shirt as he considers your question.
His head rises from your lap and you glance down at his tired eyes, a small smile starting to spread across his lips.
“Hmm. Yeah, I can think of a few things.” He replies. You pause your movements on his back and shoot him a knowing look before he begins to move.
He is quick, despite the fact he just had endured a grueling three hour practice, too focused in getting you in his arms as fast as possible to worry about the tense soreness settling in his muscles.
His strength always surprises you, no matter how frequently you are reminded via moments like these.
He has you in a bear hug, completely covering your smaller body with his own, pressing you firmly into the mattress with his weight holding you down. You let out a giggle at his dramatic antics, tapping him on his back softly.
After a few moments, he pulls back to reveal his bright smile, hair all disheveled and sticking up in different directions.
“Can we cuddle?” He asks, tilting his head to the side, prepared to beg if he had to. Your smile is so wide it’s almost painful, and your heart swells in your chest with pure adoration.
“Of course.” You answer automatically, reaching your head up off the mattress to place a quick kiss to pouted lips.
He sits up and you busy yourself with getting into a comfortable position on your side, sneaking little glances as you watch him discard his shirt onto the floor, revealing his smooth skin to you for what must be the hundredth time now.
He is humming some unknown pop song as he returns to your side, tucking himself behind you happily, tossing a soft knit blanket over your bodies.
His hand snakes down around your torso, sliding under the fabric of your own sleep shirt, dancing along your skin before resting securely over the mound of your right breast, his palm presses onto your nipple, sending warmth and a feeling of security throughout your body.
You wiggle back into him until your bodies were completely flush, not a centimeter of space between you two.
You let out a content sigh, happy to have the man you love so close, so connected.
This lasts approximately 5 minutes before you hear Will let out a huff behind you. He hooks a leg around you and squeezes you tight before releasing another frustrated sigh.
“You okay back there?” You ask, attempting to turn your head to look at him, but he is magnetized to you, his head buried in the crook of your neck.
“Hmph.”
You roll your eyes even though he can’t see you.
“What’s wrong?” You try again, bringing a hand up to gently pet his hair, attempting to soothe him in to talking.
“You’re too far away.” He groans, lifting his head far enough so you could hear him properly now.
You let out a quick chuckle, and he groans again, face buried in your neck for a second time.
“I don’t know how I could possibly get closer.” You quip, letting an airy giggle invade your tone. You had seen Willy clingy, but never to this extent before.
He squeezes you again, this time tighter than before, letting out a strained sigh before rising his head again to look you in your eyes.
“Do you trust me?” He asks, his expression now serious, causing the smile to fall from your face, a crease appearing between your brows as you shift beside him to see him better.
“Of course I do.” You reassure, resting your hand against the side of his face, rubbing small circles in the skin of his cheek.
“Remember that thing we talked about? About me wanting to be with you even if we weren’t having sex?” He lets out, tapping his fingers nervously on your chest.
You let out a trapped breath, the anxiety falling from your body as quickly as it had appeared.
You nod and smile softly at him. “Do you want to try it now?”
The corner of his lips twitch and he leans forward to place a tender kiss to your forehead.
“If you hate it, we will stop and never do it again.” He utters, staring deeply into your eyes, making sure you understand him.
After reassuring him multiple times that you will speak up if you feel even the tiniest bit uncomfortable, he moves to help you sit up, tugging your sleep shirt up and over your head, landing somewhere on the carpet. You each do the honors of shedding your own bottoms and Will sighs appreciatively at the sight of you.
“C’mere, I need to feel you.”
You happily oblige, returning to your position on your side, and await his next move.
The charged energy that usually surrounds you two being naked in bed together was replaced by a soft and tender vibration that worked its way between you both, a shared feeling of soft desire and adoration entangling you together.
William settles in behind you, placing a soft kiss between your shoulder blades. He reaches down between your legs and feels you, assesses if you are ready enough for him in this situation.
His hand comes back damp, and he smiles to himself, the list of all the reasons he loves you growing longer and longer by the second.
He situates himself at your entrance and slowly begins to push inside you. His hand finds your hip, grasping tightly as he paces himself, forcing out deep breaths as he makes his way into you.
You close your eyes, attempting to regulate your own breathing as he eventually bottoms out, pressed deep within you, his entire body slotted behind yours.
You take a moment to calm yourself down, and once your heartbeat relaxes into a steady rhythm, you keen into his touch on your hip.
“How are you feeling?” You inquire, placing your hand on top of his, giving him a gentle squeeze.
William lets out a deep, almost guttural groan, dropping his head onto your shoulder, his breath fanning across your bare skin.
“Amazing.” He breathes out, moving his arms to wrap securely around you. “You’re so warm.” He mumbles against your skin.
You giggle at his admission, your smile so wide your cheeks begin to hurt.
“I’m glad you’re feeling better.” You hum, pulling the soft blanket back over both of your bodies.
“This is just what I needed.” He muses, eyes closed as he savors the moment of being buried inside, surrounded by the soft, warm feeling of you.
A small wave of pleasure flutters through him, creeping its way throughout his body in a slow, hot climb. He doesn’t chase it, but savors the feeling seeping into his bones.
The longer he laid there tangled with you, the more he could feel the stress of the day melt off his body, slipping from him farther and farther away.
You were connected, the line where your body began and where his ended beginning to blur, melding you both into a mess of skin and limbs, you couldn’t even swallow without him feeling every second of it. Every movement he made would send sparks through you, innocent twitches and readjustments reminding you just how close he truly was.
Soon Willy’s eyelids began to grow heavy, the familiar smell of you gently lulling him into that place between awake and asleep, but before he can drift off completely, he mumbles lazily into your bare shoulder.
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