《nhl imagines》william nylander // toronto maple leafs
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you walked through the hallway near the leafs dressing room, trying to find your older brother. you suspected he was in the dressing room because he was nowhere to be seen.
the leafs were getting ready for a practice and your brother had told you to come on down to the locker rooms for practice. he wanted you to suit up with the team for a practice. with a little bit of convincing from him, you agreed to it.
back in denmark, you were the number one in women's hockey, so good you had even began to play with the boys elite team, that was until your brother moved to north america. you had been always close to him so, with his and your parents approval, you followed him to toronto. not anaheim, you had been too young. you had got canadian citizenship, so now you played for team canada.
coach keefe walked out of the room of leafs.
"you looking for your brother?" he asked.
"yeah." you answered.
"in there." he said signaling towards the locker room, "go on in. i'm excited to see your skill in real life."
"thanks sheldon." you said pushing the door open.
your big brother was probably the easiest person to find in any room, very tall and a ginger. yes, your older brother was frederik andersen, leafs goaltender.
you started to walk over to freddie. you froze when you saw that standing right next to him, trying to get his equipment on, was one hunk of a man. blondish brown locks that look like they could be made out of actual silk. light blue eyes that looked like oceans. he looked like a godly figure. a man that could've been fresh out of your dreams.
he lifted up his shirt a little to adjust his breezers. this revealed the bottom part of his toned abdomen. your eyes widened and you had to bite your cheek to stop your mouth from dropping open. freddie chuckled and stuck out his hand to try and cover the boy up.
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"y/n, stop looking at him like that." freddie said in danish so no one but you could understand. this gained a bit of attention from the whole leafs team.
"who is that?" you asked, wondering.
"yeah, i'm not allowing that. no dating any of my teammates." you rolled your eyes and sat down next to freddie.
"never said i was going to." you said.
you had only met mitch and auston, everyone else was a little bit of a mystery to you and you were a mystery to them.
next to frederik was your team canada bag, you grabbed it and began to put your equipment on. you got it all on. you walked behind auston and slapped his butt with your stick. he turned around,
"y/n? i didn't know you were here." he said shocked. he stopped to give you a tight hug.
"i'm quite the surprise really." you said with a smirk.
"shut up." auston rolled his eyes and kept walking onto the ice.
you looked across the rink and see that the silky haired man was there speaking to a player with fluffy brunette hair. you didn't realize you had been staring at him until he smiled at you. you quickly turned back around and shook your head. auston smirked and smacked his stick on your shins,
"you like willy, huh?" he said.
"no." you said hesitantly.
"that's william nylander. swedish raised, canada born." auston filled you in.
"that explains the hair." you mumbled. auston laughed. mitch skated over.
"ms. andersen." he said smiling.
"mr. marner." you said back.
"y/n likes willy." auston said. mitch smirked.
"no i don't-" you started.
"HUDDLE UP BOYS." coach keefe yelled. you skated over to the group, he waved you towards him. you stood in front of all the leafs.
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"today we have a special guest from team canada, y/n andersen." keefe said. you smiled and nodded your head.
practice went on and you were now doing partner drills. keefer named off partners,
"marner and hyman, matthews and johnsson..." he began, "and finally, nylander, you're with andersen."
you looked towards mitch and auston, who winked.
"fuck you." you mouthed towards them. they giggled. william skated over to you.
"i'm william." he said smiling.
"y/n." you responded quietly.
"beautiful name." william said quickly and turned his attention to a speaking keefe before you could answer.
coach keefe explained that they would be doing a drill where it was two on one. really, you were really excited to score on your big brother.
"we'll start with nylander and andersen."
morgan rielly was defending.
you ended up scoring on your brother. it was quite glorious for you. the feeling was unexplainable. it probably made freddie a little mad too, so even better.
after practice, you waited for frederik to get his goalie equipment off. he was taking long so you went and walked around in the common area of the leafs practice facility.
"hey y/n." a familiar voice echoed. you spun around startled.
"oh hey william." you stuttered out.
"i just wanted you to know i think you're very beautiful." he said.
you laughed nervously.
"thanks." you began to walk away because of how anxious you were becoming. there was quite the tension when it was just you two alone.
you felt him grab your wrist, you span around, and your faces collided.
he was kissing you.
it was quite the cliche kiss, but it was perfect. he had gently spun you around right into the kiss.
"oh no no no. what?" frederik said calmly, but you knew he meant business. you and william pulled away swiftly and stared at freddie. auston walked up from behind freddie and put a hand on his shoulder,
"just give him a chance fredex. everyone gives you permission to punch him if he hurts her." auston said comforting your protective brother.
"fine." freddie sighed, "one chance william nylander. she's my baby sister."
your body eased up as he said that. william smiled and nodded.
"now come on y/n. we are going to have a little talk at home." freddie ushered you out of will's grasp. you laughed and waved bye to willy as you were being pulled out of the building with auston on both of your tails.
"you're the best brother ever." you complimented in danish.
"i try." he responded in english.
you smiled and thought about the date you would be going on with william.
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