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misshoneyimhome · 6 months

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Don’t know if you’re taking requests or ideas but I had a Willy one I can’t get out of my head🫠

You work for the Leafs as their media manager and you and Willy have made a really great friendship (with feelings definitely there, but boundaries set due to not wanting to jeopardize your job) and you are always hanging at his place but on a roadie he starts to think you and Woll are getting close and he distances himself to give you space (as passive Swedish boys do) because you’re closer in age and he doesn’t want you to know he’s jealous. When you get back to Toronto you do your usual thing going to his place to debrief the trip and he tries to ask you questions about the friendship with Joe while escaping to the shower to get more space and you realize what’s up and tell him, “you can have anything you want from me, all you have to do is ask…” and follow him into the bedroom..

-Darling I love your way of thinking! I have no idea if this is anywhere near what you thought of (and if you wanted the smutty part as well...), but it’s what came to my mind ❤️ If not, please let me know 😉 Hell, I just love jealous!Willy anytime… keep’em coming ❤️

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“Want you to be mine…”

"Alright, everyone! That's a wrap," your smile beamed as you halted the recording. "Thank you so much for your time," you expressed with excitement, grateful that some players had agreed to join in for a TikTok session for your social media.

And as Auston and Mitch headed back to practice, Willy, in his usual fashion, couldn't resist throwing a cheeky remark your way.

"How did I do?" he asked, a satisfied smirk on his handsome Swedish face.

"Well, let's just say it's a good thing you stuck with hockey instead of pursuing a career in acting," you playfully teased your friend, intentionally challenging that confident smile of his.

"Ouch, right in the feels, y/n/n," Willy exaggerated, placing a hand over his chest as he came a little closer.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his playful antics, one of the many things you appreciated about him. And your banter, filled with playful comebacks, was among the many things he enjoyed about you.

"Just be glad you've got a handsome face and talent for this sport, baby," you offered a cheeky wink. And suddenly, you both realised the proximity between you.

However, it wasn't entirely unusual for the two of you. Over the past year or two, a strong friendship had developed, but it had always remained just that – a friendship. Your professional role as the team's media manager demanded a certain distance from the players, so the banter had always been kept at a friendly level.

Yet, you couldn't help but smile every time he did, and laughter echoed through the halls whenever he was around.

However, the fleeting moment was quickly interrupted by your co-worker’s coughing, prompting both of you to take a subtle step back. And though still wearing smiles, Willy jokingly bowed and left the room to resume his training.

Facing your co-worker, you were met with raised eyebrows and a rather judgmental expression.

"Oh, unclench," you smirked. "We're just good friends."

Your naturally flirtatious demeanour had often led your co-workers to believe you were flirting with every player. However, it was simply your way of lightening the mood and bringing some positive energy to the workplace.

"Mmm hmm," was the simple response before you turned your attention back to work, looking up to see the next player entering.

"Hey, where do you want me?" Joseph Woll spoke in his deep, charming voice, happily offering his assistance as well.

"Well, that depends if you mean in here or somewhere else," you said clearly as joke. But despite Joe’s chuckle, your co-worker’s face showed nothing but lack of amusement. And so, you cleared your throat, and you put on your professional face once more.

"Honestly, I don't think she likes me very much," you spoke from your perch on the kitchen counter, casually observing as Willy unpacked the take-out.

It was after training, and you were winding down after a work-horse day, so dinner at his place had become somewhat of a routine - a sanctuary where you could be friends without anyone raising eyebrows about your relationship and the professional distance you were meant to maintain.

"Well, maybe she's just jealous," William offered a response with a smile, busying himself by collecting plates from the cupboard. "You know, you get along with everyone on the team, and she doesn't. So maybe she's just a little jealous."

"Perhaps. I guess I can just tone it down a bit," you sighed, rolling your eyes a bit as you hopped off the counter and joined him in setting the coffee table for tonight's dinner.

"Oh no, all the guys love your energy! She just needs to calm down, and maybe get laid or something."

"Don't we all," you cheekily responded, almost reflexively, once again speaking before you thought. The room fell into a brief moment of silence, filled only by William's chuckle and the unspoken understanding shared between close friends.

"It's these kinds of comments that get me into trouble, isn't it?" you remarked.

"Yeah, probably," Willy agreed.

***

And just a few days later, the team hit the road for a about a week with three away games.

You were all gathered on a flight out, and while chatting casually with the guys, Willy's eyes seemed to follow you, like a watchful golden retriever guarding its favourite toy.

Everything seemed to be as normal until after the first game when he noticed something different. You and Woll had a lengthy chat following the game, which appeared to extend beyond work and Tik-Tok videos. And then he noticed you again on the following day, on the way to the next city, where you and Woll would talk even more. The topic remained unknown to him, but your infectious laughter echoed throughout.

And while, standing in the hallway after all the media work following the second game, Willy overheard fragments of your conversation with the goalie.

"Well, Joe, you know what they say: if you want to date a player, might as well date a goalie - that’s a keeper."

Woll couldn't contain his amusement of your playful remark, and to William, it felt like the two of you had come to share a rather unique connection. Even discussing dating.

In a way, it all made sense. Woll was a few years younger than Willy, and you were around his age. So, it wasn't too surprising that you might have a mutual interest to build a friendship.

But for the first time, William felt a pang of uncertainty. For the past couple of years, you hadn't been seeing anyone else, given your work demanded all your time and energy. Which to Willy's benefit meant, that you spent most of your time either at the arena, on the road with the team, or at his place. But now, all of that could change.

So, like any mid-twenties guy facing uncertainty, he decided to give you space.

In fact, he didn't talk to you for the rest of the night. Nor did he engage in conversation the following day, or the day after besides the content you needed for the social media account. And whenever you tried to strike up a dialogue with him, he responded only in short answers.

In a way, you found yourself slightly baffled.

Never before had William acted so strangely around you. However, attributing it to the loss in the final game, you decided to shake it off and return with enthusiasm, flashing a vibrant smile as you took a seat next to him on the plane, as you were on your way back to Toronto.

"So, dinner at your place?" you asked, lowering your tone to keep the conversation private.

And William, ever the chill and calm personality, simply nodded. After all, you were still good friends, and he had no right to be jealous over your friendly bonding with the young goalie.

****

After everyone had said their farewells, and as they all went their separate ways, you and William discreetly made your way to his car, followed by an unusually silent car ride. Eventually, you picked up some dinner from Sugo's to take back to his place.

Once settled on the sofa, recapturing all the highs and lows from the road trip, William's thoughts took a different turn.

He had done his best to keep things as casual as possible, offering you space to avoid any appearance of intervening in your newfound friendship or showing even a hint of potential jealousy.

But the lingering thoughts urged him to be a bit nosy and ask you about Woll.

"So, you and Joe, huh?"

"What do you mean, me and Joe?" You chuckled lightly.

"It's just... You seem to be rather close lately..."

"Hmm, I guess. He's a sweet guy, I mean, he just seems nice, and we have good talks."

William simply nodded.

"Willy, why the sudden interest in Joe's and my friendship?"

"Hm, I don't know," he shrugged. "I just want to know, you know, what you're up to – and if you're having fun..."

"You want to know if I'm having fun? With Woll?" You raised an eyebrow.

"No, that's not what I mean!"

"Then what do you mean? You think we're dating – is that it?"

"No, I just want to know if he's being good to you..."

"Well, of course he's good to me... But why do you care that much?"

“It’s just... you don’t understand.”

“Then help me understand!”

“I can’t…”

“Honestly, Willy! Juts talk to me…”

"I want… I want you to… - never mind… I’m gonna go and take a shower… you can just… relax while waiting,” he said, getting up from the couch and leaving you alone with your bewildered thoughts.

‘Why was he acting like that?’

And as you cleared the table and took care of the trash in the kitchen, suddenly the puzzle pieces started falling into place. William acting weird, his sudden distancing, and his questions about you and Woll.

'Oh...'

So with soft steps, you made your way towards the bedroom where Willy had just undressed, only the towel covering around his waist, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Willy,” you spoke, prompting him to look at you, as you took steps forward, slowly coming close to his face. “You can have anything you want from me; all you have to do is ask…”

And at first, he remained speechless. The wheels were turning in his head, his mouth yearning to speak. However, all he could do was wrap his arms around you, pulling you in closely and closing the gap between your lips.

It marked your first kiss, and it was nothing short of amazing.

Your lips fit perfectly together, hands exploring every piece of skin possible, and it felt as if all the withheld emotions were finally unleashed.

Breaking the kiss, he whispered tenderly, “I want you to be mine…”

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misshoneyimhome · 6 months

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GIRL this Willy content is going to drive me mad I swear! I am needing a lil fic about maybe you meeting the fam for the first time on this international trip and you’re so excited, but also nervous because in Toronto he’s a star but in Sweden he’s the fucking sun!! And he looks so happy and fucking good that he’s willing to take you just about anywhere he can find to take away the nerves and get you to loosen up and enjoy yourself😭😭💀💀

Oh bb! Your wish is my command! ❤️ bc let’s be honest, this kind of scenario has definitely been on my mind a lot as well!

I might have been a little too excited about the idea, so I apologise in advance for any mistakes and errors 😅

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We are Family

One hour.

In just one more hour, the plane would land in Stockholm, the capital of Sweden. And as the minutes ticked by, you could sense your breaths becoming uneven, and your leg trembling with anticipation.

The reason for your anticipation? This journey wasn’t just about the destination itself; no, it held a lot more significant to it. It was the other place on earth your boyfriend, William Nylander, called his home.

Willy, your boyfriend of about six months, or maybe a bit longer or shorter - the dating phase and the decision to commit had been a bit of a whirlwind, so you weren’t entirely sure, for exactly how long you’d been together.

You'd first met William a couple of months before the playoffs and hit it off immediately. His energy yet calm and confident demeanour was unlike many others you’d ever dated, and you were captured in an instant.

But dating an NHL player during the playoffs, was close to the impossible and it had been nothing but challenging. However, somehow, amid the chaos of that time William had made his way directly to your heart, and he had found comfort in having you around. You’d quickly become his anchor throughout the tumultuous period.

Then, during the off-season, both of you felt the need for some space. Not that there were any issues between you; it was simply a desire for some individual journeys and some time to think and breath apart. So, William had travelled across Europe with friends and family, while you pursued your own adventures with some girlfriends.

However, upon returning to Toronto and meeting up again, there was no doubt: you both wanted to be together, romantically committed and all that came with it. William, as unbothered as ever, wasn't really one to overthink it, but you had had your doubts whether he truly meant it, or if you were just another fling. But then just like that, all your concerns were suddenly gone, as William asked you to join the Global Series tour, where the Leafs would play two regular season games in Sweden.

He had practically pleaded for you to come along, now that you'd officially been together for months, and he was eager to introduce you to his family. Which, for the record, and in your opinion, was a monumental step for your relationship, considering how much his family meant to him. And to top it off, you’d be meeting them in what he referred to as his home country.

As you knew he was a bloody star in Toronto – in Sweden, he was the fucking sun. He was a walking monument within the sport, and though you were used to the attention in the Canadian city, it was nothing compared to his status in the Swedish hockey world.

So, as the vibrant city came into view, your nerves were on edge, and your excitement beaming. You were longing to see William, and soon you’d be in his arms again.

After landing, you wasted no time grabbing your luggage and swiftly hopped onto the Arlanda Express, a quick 20-minute ride that placed you right in the heart of Stockholm. Here, William welcomed you with the most radiant smile on his wonderful face, pulling you into a deep, affectionate kiss. Despite the lingering effects of jet lag, you couldn't care less.

The team, naturally, had travelled together and arrived a few days earlier to tackle their own jet lag a head of the games. They went for team meetings before heading out to dine together, embracing the finest Swedish customs. And all the Swedish players were even invited to a premiere of the Börje Salming tribute movie, accompanied by family and friends – which had been a truly special occasion. And amidst hockey training and probably a fair share of media engagements, William had planned to devote his time to you.

So, on the following day, once you'd somewhat adjusted to a more normal state of mind, William took you out. Sensing your nerves, he made every effort to keep you distracted and calm, showcasing the most splendid places and attractions in Stockholm and introducing you to the renowned concept of Fika, Swedish style.

You could sense his pride in sharing this part of his life with you, and despite the dull, grey weather, the time spent together in his "home" city was what mattered most. And eventually, you found yourself completely at ease in his presence.

Up until the next crucial moment: meeting his family.

William loved his family very much. He cherished every single one of his relatives deeply, and to put it mildly, there were quite a lot of them. And naturally, he had invited the whole clan to the major hockey event.

"Hey," he spoke in a gentle voice as the two of you were getting ready in the hotel room. "Baby, please try to relax," his soft chuckle filled the room, but his words didn't immediately ease your nerves.

"Willy, I’m trying… but I'm meeting your parents," you replied with worried brows. You could feel how your nerves were showing, despite your best attempts to stay calm and confident by wearing your favourite outfit.

"I know, and I get that you're nervous. But there's really nothing for you to worry about."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course! Besides, I'm just really happy that you're here.” He stepped a little closer, and gently wrapped his arms around your waist. “This means the world to me. You're finally meeting my parents, and I'm just so excited, you know…"

There was no falsehood in his words. His eyes shone like bright Christmas lights, and his smile was wider than you’d ever seen before.

"I know, I'm excited too – I just really hope they’ll like me… I know how much your family means to you. The worst thing would be if we couldn’t be together, because they didn't approve of me, and then, you'd have to choose, which would be even worse, since-"

William interrupted your ramble with a kiss.

"They'll definitely like you, don't worry," he almost whispered, keeping your faces close while his arms enveloped you. It was a gentle, heartfelt moment as the two of you stood motionless in the serene room. Only the sound of your synchronized breaths filled the small space between you, his rhythm guiding yours.

And gazing into his eyes, a realization began to dawn. William wouldn't have you meet his family if he wasn't absolutely certain it would go well.

And so, you made your way out of the hotel, heading towards the restaurant where you'd meet a part of his closest family, both of you unable to contain wide smiles. His hand tightly held yours, providing the reassurance you sought. And with each step towards the door, all you felt was joy, simply being by his side.

***

"Hey!" a group of incredibly good-looking Swedes exclaimed as you headed towards the back of the restaurant, where William had ensured there was enough space for everyone and allowing a degree of privacy.

"Hej," William addressed his parents as they approached, exchanging hugs and kisses. "Mom, Dad, this is my girlfriend, y/n."

"Hello, y/n," the two tall Swedes smiled, extending their hands for you to shake, which you accepted eagerly before speaking.

"Hej, hur mår du? Det är verkligen trevligt att träffa er båda," (Hey, how are you? It’s really nice to neet toy both), you greeted as confident as possible, earning astonished wide eyes from your boyfriend, leaving him completely baffled. This he had not expected.

"Vi är mycket bra, tack. Det är fantastiskt att träffa dig också," (We’re very good, thanks. It’s really wonderful to meet you too), his mother replied with a beautiful smile, and you couldn't help but chuckle as William stood stunned beside you.

"When did you learn that?" he exclaimed with a laugh.

"What?" you innocently asked. "I just wanted to pick up a few phrases… you know, to impress you." You flashed him a sweet smile, while his parents responded with hearty laughter. "Besides, all that effort to see that look on your face? Totally worth it."

"Oh, I like this one," his father Michael remarked, before all of you continued to join the rest of the company.

William was genuinely impressed. Mission accomplished. And so were his parents. Bonus points.

You had practised a few sentences just for fun, aiming to make an impression and show how much you were in fact interested in getting to know this part of your boyfriend better. And it seemed your plan had worked.

Although following along with the Swedish conversations was challenging, William, his parents, and sisters made an incredibly sweet effort to involve you in everything. They were exceedingly kind and welcoming, and it didn't take long for you to feel like a part of the family. What a relief.

"You know, y/n, Willy couldn’t stop talking about you all summer," Stephanie chuckled.

"Oh, come on, let's not go into that," William almost whined.

"Oh, we're definitely going there, big brother," Jacqueline chimed in with a grin, before adding, "He was glued to his phone, waiting for you to text or call..."

"Why hasn't she called me?" Stephanie playfully mimicked her brother's whiny voice, prompting Jacqueline to continue.

"Should I call her?"

"What if she doesn't pick up?"

"What if she does pick up?"

His sisters teasingly taunted him, recalling how much William had talked about you during the off-season. And amidst their banter, there was nothing but laughter from your end. Despite William's potential embarrassment in that moment, or as much as he could show, you found yourself incredibly happy. Not only was his family immensely sweet, but you also discovered that he had been thinking about you as much as you had been thinking about him. Furthermore, he had even shared details about you with his family.

"Alright, enough," William chuckled. "Just because I'm finally in love and happy, doesn't mean you get to give me a hard time."

And with smiles and laughter, the girls relented from their teasing.

For you, however, your heart skipped a beat. Warmth filled your entire being as you absorbed his words. In love.

****

After a delightful evening of dinner, conversation, and mingling, you and William found yourselves back in your hotel room. A serene silence enveloped the room as both of you slowly unwound, enjoying the relaxed atmosphere.

"Hey, are you okay?" your boyfriend inquired as you were about to join him on the bed.

"Of course," you reassured him with a soft smile.

"You're just unusually quiet... Was tonight not okay?" he probed, a hint of concern in his voice.

With a smile slowly spreading across your face, you knelt on the bed in front of him, lightly pressing your lips together before speaking.

"Willy, tonight was perfect. Your family is wonderful, and I've never seen you this happy," you said with genuine sincerity. "Not even when the team made it into the second round."

William chuckled in response, but he could read you too well, and he sensed there was more. "So, there's nothing else on your mind?"

Once more, you pursed your lips, briefly glanced down, then locked eyes with his once more.

"Did you truly mean it?"

"Mean what?" he asked, curiosity dancing in his eyes.

"That you're in love with me?"

William's smile widened at your question as he leaned closer, gently cupping your cheek with a hand.

"Absolutely, y/n/n," his voice tender and soft. "In fact, I think I love you."

With your heart overflowing with affection for this man, you closed the distance between you in a heartfelt kiss, before pulling back just a tad.

"I love you too, Willy."

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