NHL Imagines

William Nylander - #29 Toronto Maple Leafs

Hey guys, long time no update. Also, another Willy imagine ayyayyy. Little Willy is fab and it sucks that the leafs got out so early in the playoffs. Anyways, this one is a request but tbh it's been so long that I don't know who requested it. Also, thank you for all the reads and stars, this book got up to #59 in Hockey! That's so cool! And it's over 19k reads! Thank you all so much!

Lemme know what you think! 3100+ words. Enjoy!

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"Y/N!" Mitch Marner yells as he walks into my training room with William Nylander following behind. 

"MITCH," I shout back at him as I spin around in my chair to face him as he sits down on the training table. "What's up?" I ask at a normal volume, standing up and walking over to him as William sits down on one of the other training tables and taking a bite into an energy bar. 

"I think I pulled something in my shoulder," Mitch responds, glaring at Will as he rolls his left shoulder. "Willy pushed me into the boards during practice and I must've hit it wrong because it's sorer than normal."

"Hey, that was your own fault. You tripped and hit me before falling into the boards on your own," Will snaps back as he finishes his energy bar and throws the wrapper in my trash. Mitch rolls his eyes exaggeratedly in response. 

"Okay, Mitch, move it around and let me feel how the muscles move and I'll get you taped up," I respond before walking over to the counter to grab tape and walk back to him as he takes his shirt off.

"You know Y/N," Mitch comments out of the blue. "You could wear something other than sweats around us. It's not like we're going to do anything or check you out. Most of the guys are married or dating someone, well, except for Willy here," Mitch says as Will's cheeks blush slightly. "And none of them are assholes so they aren't gonna make comments if you wear yoga pants from time to time instead of baggy sweatpants."

I'm taken aback by his comments. "Of course, I know that. I just feel more comfortable working in sweatpants. I don't want to wear yoga pants everyday because sweatpants are warmer and we work with ice. And I know you guys well enough to know none of you are going to say anything rude or mean. I just like wearing sweatpants when I'm here. You've never seen me outside of work Mitch. I do wear things other than sweatpants, you know," I respond as I tape his shoulder. 

"Well then I guess we'll have to take you out sometime Y/N," Mitch says giddy. 

"Only if the WAGs are there too Mitch. I'm not gonna be the only girl," I chuckle.

"Don't worry Y/N. Tomorrow some of the guys, and our girls, and Willy here are heading out to a club after the game. Please come with us," Mitch begs as he puts back on his shirt. 

"Sure," I respond as I put back the tape. 

"Yes! Okay, lemme tell the guys. Yes! Yes!" Mitch shouts as he leaves the training room, heading back to the locker room. 

Will chuckles as he stands up, "you don't have to come if you don't want to, Y/N." He runs his hand through his hair trying to fix it.

"I know Will, thanks. I do want to go though," I answer and he looks surprised. "I like hanging out with you and the rest of the guys," he blushes slightly and I smile as I continue. "It'll be nice to get out with people that will stop weirdos from coming up and hitting on me," I chuckle. 

He chuckles and smiles before putting his hand on my shoulder, rubbing it, "Well I'm glad I'll be of use."

I laugh before he says, "I'll see you later," and walks out of my training room back to the locker room.