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Beach Tournament - Will Smith
pairing: Will Smith x female reader
summary: During the NHL off-season, your best friend Will drags you into another one of his infamous side quests: a beach volleyball tournament, where his competitive nature and a touch of jealousy reveal feelings that go far beyond friendship.
CW: Fluff, friends to lovers, jealous Will, kissing.
The July sun is merciless, turning the sand into a scorching blanket under your bare feet. You adjust your sunglasses, glancing at the source of your current predicament.
"Come on, it'll be fun!" Will had declared three days ago, his eyes bright with that particular brand of enthusiasm he gets whenever he's about to drag you into one of his side quests. "A beach volleyball tournament! Think of the vibes!"
The vibes, currently, are mostly sweat and the distinct feeling of sand in places sand should never be. "You owe me so big for this," you grumble, digging your toes into the cooler sand beneath the surface.
Will just grins, his white teeth flashing against his tanned skin. He's been training all off-season, and it shows. His shoulders are broader, his arms more defined and you'd be lying if you said you haven't noticed. "Relax. We've got this. I'm a natural athlete."
"You're a hockey player, Will. There's no ice if you haven't already noticed," you point out dryly, earning a playful shove that nearly sends you tumbling into the net.
"Details," he waves off. "Besides, it's not about winning. It's about the experience."
That's a lie. You've known him since you were ten years old and you know that when it comes to anything competitive, it's always about winning. This tournament is just the latest in a long line of his off-season whims, from that disastrous baking class where he'd set three oven mitts on fire to the fishing trip where he'd managed to hook his own shirt.
The problem arises when you go to sign up, Will slapping a twenty-dollar bill down on the registration table with a confident grin. "Two players, let's go!"
The organizer, a sun-weathered man named Gary, doesn't even look up from his clipboard. "Sorry, folks. The sign-up sheet is full and we're not taking any more pairs." He gestures to the long list of names already scrawled on the paper. "You two would have to enter separately to get on a team."
Will's face falls, his excitement deflating like a punctured beach ball. "What? That's weak."
"Rules are rules," Gary says with a shrug. "You can either find two other people and make two teams or try your luck next weekend."
You can already see the gears turning in his head, the stubborn set of his jaw that you know all too well. He's not giving up that easily. His eyes scan the crowded beach.
"Challenge accepted," he mutters, his gaze landing on a group of guys setting up near the net. Before you can stop him, he's marching over, all confident swagger and easy charm.
Five minutes later, you have a partner. Liam. A guy who is, admittedly, very good at volleyball. He greets you with a hug that lasts a beat too long, his chest pressed firmly against yours.
Now, watching Will from across the net, you see his smile has tightened. His easy-going demeanor has been replaced by the focused, intense look he usually reserves for the face-off circle.
"Ready, partner?" Liam asks, his hand lingering on your shoulder, his thumb stroking circles against your skin.
"Ready," you say, giving him a small smile and missing the way Will's jaw clenches, his knuckles turning white as he grips his volleyball.
The game starts and it quickly becomes clear that Liam is the better player. He's strategic, powerful and has a habit of celebrating every point by pulling you into a quick, one-armed hug.
"Nice one!" he cheers after you manage a shaky serve, his arm wrapping securely around your waist, his fingers splayed across your lower back.
Across the net, Will's game is getting sloppy. He's missing easy returns and his movements are jerky and aggressive. His partner, a bewildered-looking guy named Kevin, keeps giving him concerned looks.
"You okay, man?" Kevin asks after Will sends a ball rocketing into the next court over.
"Peachy," Will bites out, his eyes fixed on Liam's hand as it rests on your hip.
The turning point comes when you dive for a ball, scraping your knee in the process. Before you can even register the sting, Liam is there, kneeling beside you.
"Whoa, easy there," he says, his fingers gently probing the scrape. "That's gonna leave a mark. Let me help you up."
His hands are on your waist, lifting you to your feet easily. "You okay?" he asks, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles down at you.
"I'm fine," you say, trying to step back, but he holds on, his grip tightening slightly.
"That was a nasty fall," he says, his thumb brushing against the bare skin of your stomach, just above the waistband of your shorts. "Maybe you should sit out the rest..."
"Get your hands off her."
The voice is low, cold and comes from directly behind you. You turn to find Will standing there, his expression thunderous. The game has paused, everyone watching the sudden drama.
Liam raises his hands in surrender, a smirk playing on his lips. "Easy, man. Just helping out my partner."
Will steps closer, his shoulders squared. "She's not your partner. She's my best friend. And you're done touching her."
The air crackles with tension. For a moment you think Will might actually throw a punch. Instead, he grabs your hand, his grip firm.
"We forfeit," he announces to the organizer, before turning and pulling you away from the court.
"Will, what the hell?" you protest, stumbling after him. "We were winning!"
"He was touching you," he growls, not slowing down.
"He was being a good partner!" you shot back, yanking your hand free. "What is your problem?"
He stops abruptly, turning to face you. The anger in his eyes is mixed with something else. Something raw and vulnerable. "My problem is that I've been in love with you for like, forever, and I had to watch some random guy put his hands all over you and you just let it happen!"
The words hang in the air, shocking you into silence. The beach, the tournament, the sun, it all fades away, leaving just the two of you and the weight of his confession.
"You... what?" you finally manage to say.
"I love you," he repeats, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair. "And seeing him with you... it drove me crazy. I know I'm an idiot. I know this was supposed to be a fun little activity, but I couldn't stand it."
Your heart is hammering against your ribs. All those late-night movie marathons, all the inside jokes and all the times he'd chosen you over his other friends, it all clicks into place.
"Will..."
"I get it if you don't feel the same way," he rushes on, misinterpreting your silence. "I just had to tell you. I couldn't keep pretending..."
You cut him off by grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him down, crashing your lips against his. It's not gentle or sweet, it's desperate and hungry, months of unspoken feelings finally breaking free. His arms wrap around you, lifting you off your feet as he deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with a passion that steals your breath.
When you finally break apart, you're both breathing heavily. He rests his forehead against yours, his eyes closed.
"Wow," he breathes.
"Yeah," you agree, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "Wow."
"Does this mean...?" he starts, opening his eyes to search yours.
"It means I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you too, you idiot," you say with a watery laugh.
His smile is blinding. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," you confirm, pulling him in for another kiss.
This one is softer, sweeter, filled with the promise of everything to come. When you part, he takes your hand, his fingers lacing through yours.
"So," he says, his voice light and teasing again. "Want to get out of here? I know this great ice cream place..."
You laugh, letting him lead you away from the tournament, away from the sand and the sun, and toward something much, much better. "Only if you're buying."
"Always," he promises, squeezing your hand. "Anything for you."
20 DOLLARS WILL SMITH
Pairing: Will smith x reader
will smith boyfriend texts
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a/n: oomf on here (rei my love!!!) makes such funny texts it lowk inspired me!!
warnings: suggestive, swearing
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Hi, I was wondering if you could write some morning fluff for william eklund?
Of courseee, I hope you enjoy! 😊 1.1k words
There’s no alarm that wakes him up. Nowhere to be, no morning obligations, for the first time in who knows how long; William Eklund wakes up on his own accord.
He shifts in bed to see that you’re still asleep beside him, curled slightly toward his side of the bed, your face half-hidden against the pillow. Your hair is messy and strewn across half your face and the pillow under your head. One of your hands resting between the two of you like at some point during the night you reached for him and decided that was where it belonged.
He knows you’re not the biggest fan of cuddling while you sleep, because you move so much during the night, but he does know that in the morning you absolutely love it.
rewatching our title winning clasico and it’s frying me that that dumbass vinicius tried to chip 6’4 joan garcía 😭 IN THE CORNER OF HIS BOX. buddy who do you even think he is 😭
kerkez looking like the youngest person ever
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william nylander gets injured he pulled his groin muscle in the game against the Vegas golden knights
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fluff.
after math of an injury.
“Thank you so much,” I said, turning to the team member who had just helped me get William into the car.
He had been hurt about an hour ago during the second period against the Golden Knights, severely pulling his groin muscle. Watching him skate off the ice had been terrifying, but seeing him trying to navigate regular life was almost worse. William bit his lip, a sharp hiss of air escaping through his teeth as the medics carefully helped him settle into the passenger seat.
“Should I just take him straight to the hospital?” I asked the team medical staff, my voice tight with concern. My boyfriend was incredibly strong and usually handled physical pain like it was nothing, but right now, he looked like he was dying.
“No need, we’ve handled it the best we can for tonight. He just needs strict rest, and in three days, he starts rehab,” the head medic replied, offering a reassuring, tired, smile. “Here’s this list. Just follow what it says to help him manage the symptoms, and he should be fine.”
They handed me a typed sheet of paper. I nodded gratefully, folding it into my pocket as they shut the passenger door, cutting off the chill of the arena’s underbelly.
I climbed into the driver's seat and looked over at him. His face was pale, his knuckles white where he was gripping the edge of the seat. “Baby, I’m gonna try my best to make this a smooth ride,” I murmured, leaning over the center console to press a soft kiss to his cheek.
“This hurts so bad,” he whispered, his voice strained and completely stripped of its usual post-game energy.
Heartbroken by the sound, I leaned in and kissed him again, lingering for a moment to let him know I was right there. “I know, my love. Just try to breathe. We’ll be home soon.”
The drive felt entirely too long, with me agonizing over every pothole and yellow light. Once we finally pulled into our driveway, I hurried to the back, grabbed the crutches out of the trunk, and rushed around to open his door. Helping him maneuver out of the low car seat was an ordeal; he winced in pain with every shift of his weight. It took a lot of patience and gentle guiding, but we finally made it inside our house and up the stairs to our bedroom with the help of the elevator willy insisted we had in our home.
He collapsed onto the edge of the mattress, looking completely spent.
“I need to help you change, baby. You need to put these on,” I said softly, grabbing a pair of tight compression shorts from his dresser.
He just nodded, too exhausted to argue about his pride. I knelt in front of him, slowly and carefully sliding his loose sweatpants down his legs, being mindful of how he shifted. When I looked up at his leg, I could already see the tension in the muscle. “Okay, here. Careful, my love,” I murmured, sliding the compression shorts up his calves and thighs, letting him take over to adjust them at the waist so I wouldn't accidentally aggravate the strain.
“I’m gonna go grab some ice. We need to ice your inner thigh for fifteen minutes every two to three hours,” I told him, reciting the instructions I had been given.
He closed his eyes, nodding tiredly against the pillows. When I returned with a fresh ice pack wrapped securely in a soft cloth, I sat next to him on the bed. I gently tapped the side of his uninjured thigh. “Can you open your legs just a little bit for me, Willy?”
“Ow,” he groaned, his eyes shutting tight as he shifted a mere two inches.
“I know, I’m sorry,” I whispered, carefully applying the cold compress directly to his inner thigh and immediately setting a fifteen-minute timer on my phone.
“I’m sorry, baby, but this is gonna help stop the internal bleeding and keep the swelling down,” I explained softly.
In response, he tugged at the collar of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it onto the floor, clearly suffocating from the wave of pain-induced heat. He leaned heavily into my side, seeking comfort like a magnet. I wrapped an arm around his shoulders, slowly rubbing his back in soothing, repetitive circles. With my free hand, I reached for the nightstand, handing him an ibuprofen and my water bottle. He took them gratefully, swallowing the pill with a heavy gulp.
“This is so uncomfortable,” he whined, his voice muffled against my shoulder.
“I know, baby, but we need to get you fixed up.” I grabbed a couple of extra pillows, gently wedging them under his hips to keep the area elevated. “Is that any better?”
He let out a long, ragged breath, letting his head rest entirely against my chest. I reached down, rubbing my hand over his scruffy cheek, letting my fingers trace his jawline to help him relax.
I grabbed the remote and put on a movie, though neither of us was really paying attention to it. For the rest of the night, I watched Willy wake up and fall back asleep constantly, pulled from his rest every time he accidentally shifted the wrong way. True to my word, I set recurring alarms on my phone for every two hours, making sure I stayed completely on top of icing his thigh, rotating the compresses, and tracking his medicine schedule to get him back on his feet.
so i need requests for willy please i love him.
hey!
so i was rewatching inside and i was wondering if u could do like a small drabble fic where alfie tells reader he’s going on and like she’s happy for him but gets upset cause she’ll miss him??
hi anon! sorry this was a short one x
content: established relationship , crying (not too much) , kissing , fluff
the question is, will william be going home with gabe pawreault or macklin celewienie in his pocket?
THE REUNION ── a.buttle ౨ৎ ⋆。˚
summary: one last interview to round off your experience on inside
content: swearing , references to past chapters (read the full fic here)
notes: hi guys, sorry this took so long to get out lolll i was honestly just procrastinating it, and then i forgot about it, but it’s finally here! hope you like this round off of the series 💗
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Time of Day - WS2
Will Smith x Celebrini!reader SMAU
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Summary: what happens in Vegas stays doesn’t stay in Vegas? A social media au where you meet your cousins best friend and form an unlikely relationship
warnings: swearing, this is honestly all over the place, idk what else
authors note: idk if I like this or not but it was me and my three fake fan accounts against the world when I was making this
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y/n.celebrini I’ve dreamed about making it to the nfr ever since I was a little girl, and now, 13 years later I’m taking home my first world championship title. Thank you to Rigs, my family, friends, and mentors, I couldn’t have done it without you by my side.
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Officialstetsonwright congrats I guess 😐
y/n.celebrini thanks I guess 😐
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Glad the drive was worth it :)
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Me too :)
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I look insane in this picture
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Insanely hot 😏😍😁😫
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Barf 🤮
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Me barf? Macklin don’t even start 😐
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😐 congrats. happy for you. even if your stealing MY bsf
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you see him everyday dude
I don’t ☹️
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Don’t use that emoji
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Why cuz it makes you feel bad for hating ☹️
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Good feel bad