where will belongs WS2
summary: after practice, all will wants to do is go home to his girlfriend sand do nothing but be close to her. as he tells her she feels like home they cuddle for the rest of the night.
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The sound of the front door unlocking echoed through the small apartment, and Y/N looked up from the book she had been reading. She had just settled into the couch with a cup of tea, the kind of quiet evening she had been craving, and her heart skipped when she saw Will step inside, his hockey gear still clinging to him like a second skin.
“Hey, you,” she greeted softly, smiling as he dropped his bag by the door and kicked off his skates.
Will’s face lit up when he saw her, a tired grin spreading across his face. “Hey, babe,” he said, his voice still carrying the edge of the day’s practice. “I missed you.”
Y/N set her book aside, patting the space next to her on the couch. “I missed you too. Long day?”
He flopped down next to her, sighing dramatically as he leaned back. “Longest. My legs feel like jelly, my shoulders are screaming, and all I want is… you.”
The last word was said almost as a whisper, and Y/N felt a flutter in her chest. Will had this way of saying things that made her forget the rest of the world existed.
“Me? What about me?” she teased, nudging him lightly.
“Yeah, you,” he said, leaning closer so that his forehead rested against hers. “I want you, I need you… especially after a day like today.”
Y/N laughed softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from his damp forehead. “You’re so clingy after practice,” she said, though her tone was gentle, affectionate.
Will grinned mischievously. “You love it.”
Before she could respond, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. It wasn’t rushed; it was the kind of kiss that said, I’ve been thinking about you all day, and I need this. When he pulled back, he rested his head against her shoulder, sighing contentedly.
“You’re warm,” he murmured, nuzzling into her. “I missed this. I missed… being close to you.”
Y/N laughed again, but it was quiet, filled with affection. “Well, you’re home now. So you can be as clingy as you want.”
Will’s grin widened. “Oh, I intend to.”
He shifted slightly, moving so that he could rest more comfortably on the couch, lying partially across her lap. Y/N’s hands went to his hair almost instinctively, fingers threading through the short strands at the back of his neck. Will let out a soft, pleased hum.
“You always make it better,” he murmured, closing his eyes as she played with his hair. “I don’t know how you do it, but you just… make everything feel okay.”
Y/N smiled down at him, brushing a gentle hand over his cheek. “Maybe I just love you.”
“Yeah,” he whispered, voice thick with affection. “I love you too.”
The apartment was quiet except for the sound of their soft voices and the occasional clink of her fingers in his hair. Will shifted again, now resting fully against her, his head on her chest and one arm draped lazily over her stomach. She could feel the steady beat of his heart against her own, a comforting rhythm after a long, tiring day.
“You’re heavy,” Y/N said, though her tone was playful rather than complaining.
“I’m your heavy,” Will replied with a grin. “Your cuddle weight.”
“You’re ridiculous,” she said softly, but she tightened her arms around him, pulling him closer. “But I like it.”
Will let out a small, content sigh, his lips brushing against the curve of her neck. “You’re perfect,” he said, his voice muffled against her skin. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“You’d survive,” she said with a laugh, tilting her head so he could kiss her again.
“Yeah, but it wouldn’t be fun,” he countered, his lips finding hers in a slow, lingering kiss that left both of them breathless. “I like having you around. I like… this. Us.”
Y/N smiled against his lips, the warmth of him spreading through her chest. “Me too,” she whispered, and he hummed in agreement.
For a while, they just stayed like that, wrapped up in each other, letting the world outside fade away. Will would occasionally murmur little compliments into her hair, pressing soft kisses to her shoulder, while Y/N ran her hands over his back and through his hair, grounding him after a day of physical exhaustion and mental strain.
At one point, he rolled slightly so that he could lie on his back, pulling her down so that she rested against him. Her head settled against his chest, and he wrapped an arm securely around her, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head.
“You feel like home,” he said quietly, the sincerity in his voice making Y/N’s chest tighten. “I don’t just mean your apartment… I mean you. You’re my home.”
Her heart swelled, and she pressed a soft kiss to his collarbone. “You’re my home too, Will,” she said. “I’ve never felt… this comfortable with anyone.”
Will let out a pleased hum, tightening his hold on her. “Good,” he murmured. “Because I plan on keeping you like this… close, always.”
They stayed like that for what felt like hours, talking quietly, sharing kisses, and stealing little touches. Will occasionally nudged her playfully, making her laugh, before pressing another soft kiss to her lips, his warmth radiating through her like a blanket.
“You know,” he said at one point, his voice teasing, “I think you missed your calling as a hair stylist. You’ve got magic fingers.”
Y/N laughed, running her fingers through his hair again. “Just for you, Mr. Hockey Star.”
Will let out a satisfied sigh, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I could get used to this,” he murmured. “Coming home to you, being held by you… it’s perfect.”
Y/N smiled, leaning into him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. “Perfect isn’t even enough,” she whispered.
Will hummed, nuzzling into her hair, and for a while, there were no words—just the quiet intimacy of two people who belonged together. He shifted slightly, draping his legs over hers in a lazy, comfortable sprawl, his arm still around her waist, holding her close.
“Promise me something?” he said suddenly, his tone serious but soft.
“What?” she asked, looking up at him.
“Promise me we’ll always have this,” he said, gesturing vaguely to the closeness, the kisses, the laughter, the warmth of their shared space. “No matter what… always like this.”
Y/N smiled, brushing a hand over his cheek. “I promise,” she said, and kissed him softly, sealing the promise in the quiet glow of the apartment.
Will let out a happy hum, pressing his forehead against hers. “Good,” he said, grinning. “Because I can’t imagine my life any other way. I want you. All of you. Every day.”
“You have me,” Y/N said, her voice steady but full of love. “All of me. Always.”
And with that, Will leaned in, capturing her lips in another slow, lingering kiss, before settling back into her arms. They stayed that way, tangled together, hearts beating in quiet sync, the rest of the world forgotten. It was just them, the quiet apartment, and the warmth of each other—a perfect, ordinary, magical evening that neither of them wanted to end.
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