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eky after he just exposed that shak had a baby
My wet dream is drying up
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bjørn klauer
That’s it i’m dead bye
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I’m deprived of William Eklund fics, can we get either angst or nsfw?
i’m so sorry i haven’t posted!! i’ve been super duper busy with school and ive had a bunch of homework thats been backed up but im going to start posting more!!
More Than The Game WE72
summary: after a tough loss, william admits to his girlfriend that he hates when she sees him do bad in his games because he doesn’t want to let her down, but all his girlfriend tell him is how she didn’t fall for him because of his success
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Fans filled every seat, jerseys everywhere, the bright lights reflecting off the ice while the crowd buzzed with excitement. The scoreboard hung above center ice, counting down the last minutes of the game.
On the bench, William Eklund barely heard any of it.
His helmet was still on, but his head was down, elbows resting on his knees. His chest rose and fell quickly from the last shift he’d taken.
The game wasn’t going well.
Not for him.
Not for the team.
But mostly… not for him.
Another missed opportunity.
Another turnover.
Another moment where he knew he could’ve done better.
The buzzer finally sounded through the arena.
Game over.
The loss felt heavy.
William stood slowly with the rest of his teammates and skated toward the locker room, the noise of the crowd fading behind him.
But one thought stayed stuck in his head.
She watched that.
Across the arena, she stood near the railing with the rest of the fans slowly filing out.
She hadn’t moved since the buzzer.
Her eyes stayed on the ice where William had just walked off.
She knew that look on his face.
The one where he didn’t smile.
The one where he barely spoke.
The one where he blamed himself for everything.
Her stomach twisted slightly.
Because she knew what tonight was going to be like.
—
Nearly thirty minutes later, the locker room had emptied.
Teammates had gone home. Equipment managers finished cleaning up.
But William still sat at his stall.
His jersey hung half off his shoulder pads, and his hair was damp from the shower he took earlier.
He stared at the floor.
His phone buzzed once in his bag.
He already knew who it was.
Her.
He didn’t answer.
He couldn’t.
—
Outside the arena, she sat on a bench near the players’ exit, pulling her jacket tighter around herself.
The night air was cold, but she barely noticed.
She checked her phone again.
No reply.
She sighed softly.
“Of course,” she muttered.
He always did this when things went wrong.
He shut down.
—
Inside, William finally grabbed his phone.
Three messages.
From her.
my beautiful girl 💗: Are you okay?
my beautiful girl 💗: I’m outside if you want company.
my beautiful girl 💗: You don’t have to talk. I can just sit with you.
William stared at the screen for a long moment.
His chest tightened slightly.
He typed a response.
Then erased it.
Then typed again.
Finally, he just wrote:
my baby 💕💕: You should go home.
Her phone buzzed immediately.
She read the message and frowned.
She typed back.
my beautiful girl 💗: No.
William’s reply came a minute later.
my baby 💕💕: It’s late.
She answered instantly.
my beautiful girl 💗: Still no.
—
Ten minutes later, the arena door finally opened.
William stepped outside.
His hoodie was pulled over his head, hands shoved into the pockets like he was trying to disappear.
She stood up when she saw him.
For a moment neither of them spoke.
The quiet night wrapped around them.
William avoided her eyes.
“You didn’t have to stay,” he said quietly.
“I know.”
“It’s cold.”
“I noticed.”
He sighed.
“You should’ve gone home.”
She tilted her head.
“And leave you here alone when you’re clearly miserable?”
He looked down at the pavement.
“I’m fine.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“You’re the worst liar I’ve ever met.”
William rubbed the back of his neck.
“Tonight just sucked.”
She nodded.
“Yeah.”
That surprised him.
He looked up.
“You’re not going to tell me it was a great game?”
“Nope.”
“You’re not going to say I played amazing?”
“Nope.”
He blinked.
“Well… that’s harsh.”
She shrugged.
“You had a rough night.”
Then she stepped closer.
“But that’s not the part that matters.”
William frowned slightly.
“What do you mean?”
She crossed her arms lightly.
“The part that matters is that you’re acting like the world ended.”
He scoffed.
“I cost the team chances tonight.”
“It’s one game.”
“It’s more than one.”
He ran a hand through his hair, frustration creeping into his voice.
“I keep messing things up.”
Klaire watched him carefully.
The way his shoulders were tense.
The way he wouldn’t look directly at her.
She’d seen this before.
And she hated it.
“Will,” she said gently.
He stayed silent.
“You know you don’t have to be perfect, right?”
He laughed softly.
“That’s funny.”
“I’m serious.”
He shook his head.
“I’m supposed to help the team win.”
“And you do.”
“Not tonight.”
The silence between them stretched.
Cars passed in the distance.
Finally William spoke again, quieter this time.
“I hate when you watch games like that.”
She blinked.
“Why?”
“Because you see everything.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
He hesitated.
Then admitted softly,
“You see me fail.”
Her heart dropped slightly.
She stepped closer.
“William…”
But he continued.
“I know everyone expects me to bounce back.”
“Fans, coaches, teammates.”
He finally looked at her.
“But when you watch… it feels worse.”
She frowned.
“Why?”
His voice dropped almost to a whisper.
“Because you’re the one person I don’t want to disappoint.”
Klaire stared at him for a second.
Then she did something that surprised him.
She laughed.
Not a mean laugh.
Just a small, soft one.
William blinked.
“What?”
“You think you disappointed me?”
“Well… yeah.”
She shook her head slowly.
“You’re ridiculous.”
William looked confused.
“I played terribly.”
She stepped right in front of him.
“William Eklund,” she said, using his full name dramatically.
“Yes?”
“I didn’t fall in love with you because you score goals.”
He blinked again.
“You didn’t?”
“No.”
She poked his chest lightly.
“I fell in love with the guy who trips over his own skates during practice sometimes.”
He sighed.
“That happened one time.”
“It happened three.”
He tried not to smile.
But failed slightly.
“And the guy who gets overly excited about late-night food after games,” she continued.
“And the guy who sends me random pictures of dogs he sees on the street.”
“That dog was cute.”
“Exactly.”
She softened her voice.
“That’s the guy I love.”
William looked down again.
“But hockey is my whole life.”
“I know.”
“And if I mess that up…”
“You’re not messing it up.”
“What if I do?”
She paused for a moment.
Then said quietly,
“Then we deal with it.”
He looked at her again.
“We?”
“Yeah.”
“You’d stick around even if I started playing terribly?”
She rolled her eyes.
“You’re acting like you forgot how to skate.”
He chuckled slightly.
“That would be impressive.”
“I’d pay to see that.”
For the first time that night, the tension in his shoulders eased a little.
She noticed immediately.
“There it is,” she said.
“What?”
“You smiling.”
He shook his head.
“Barely.”
“Still counts.”
They stood in the quiet parking lot for another moment.
Then she nudged his arm.
“Come on.”
“Where?”
“Food.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“You always say that.”
“I mean it this time.”
She grabbed his hand anyway.
“Too bad.”
William sighed dramatically but followed her toward her car.
“You’re very bossy.”
“Someone has to be.”
He glanced at her.
“Thanks for waiting for me.”
She squeezed his hand gently.
“Always.”
—
Halfway to the car, William stopped walking.
She turned around.
“What?”
He hesitated.
Then pulled her into a quick hug.
It caught her off guard.
But she hugged him back instantly.
His voice was quiet near her shoulder.
“I really thought you’d be disappointed tonight.”
She pulled back slightly and looked up at him.
“William.”
“Yeah?”
“You could lose every game for the rest of the season.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“That’s dramatic.”
“Let me finish.” She smiled softly.
“You’d still be the same person I love.”
The words hung in the cold air between them.
William’s chest felt lighter somehow.
Not fixed.
But lighter.
He opened the car door for her.
“Alright,” he said.
“Alright what?”
“I’ll get food.”
She grinned.
“I knew it.”
“But if it’s bad food…”
“You’ll survive.”
He chuckled.
—
As they drove away from the arena, the bright lights disappeared behind them.
Tomorrow there would be another practice.
Another game.
Another chance.
And maybe another bad night.
But tonight…
William Eklund wasn’t alone.
And somehow, that made everything feel a little less heavy.
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