this isn’t my first blog, but it is my first where i will be writing. i would love any recs for what you might want to see from me, but in the meantime, i’ll just put out some works so you can see my style first. thank u so so much for any feedback, take care of yourselves, and i hope you’re all having a wonderful june 🤍
i will be making a master list, just to give some ideas about what i’m down to write about. for now, i’m mostly comfy with just hockey fics, but i’m open to branching out !!
i will probably be posting other random bits that aren’t fics, so be ready for that as well.
so the plan was to post another little fic today but im now very crunk and very much so listening to ‘so much wine’ on loop in my bed instead and yeah soooo.. sorry my lovelies!!
also i’m probably gonna be really mad at myself tomorrow for posting this but whatever i don’t care actually 🫰🏼
summary: part two of the pool party !! read part one here
warnings: underage drinking (sorry it was necessary to give will some confidence), language, helen keller joke?? idk if that’s pissing anyone off but.. better safe than sorry,
an: they’re so annoying ugh.. but like also so cutesie high school best friends to lovers awww 🥹 just wanna say thank you so so much to all the comments and love ive gotten, i appreciate it so very much and its keeping me writing !! i love you all, enjoy !!
this was written super quick + not edited so if it’s awful just pretend it doesn’t exist !!
it had only been maybe ten minutes since you fell asleep on will’s shoulder. he’d kept playing cards against humanity, though his heart clearly wasn’t in it anymore. he hadn’t won a round since you’d knocked out.
it was clara’s turn to read the cards. she laughed at least a little at each, until she got to will’s card.
“man, that’s just sad. what’s this even supposed to mean?”
she looked up, raising an amused eyebrow.
“jeez, i’ll just fucking die i guess.”
he rolled his eyes, but he was smiling slightly. he would’ve laughed it off, but he was too scared to wake you.
“y/n, you’re just gonna let that happen?”
clara joked, glancing up from the cards to look at you. her expression softened immediately, finding you slumped against his side, your head slotted in the crook of his neck.
“ohmygosh i can’t even..”
she practically cooed.
will winced, cheeks heating up. he just focused on the cards as best as he could.
“she’s just tired. not that big of a deal.”
he muttered, reorganizing his cards yet again. it was unnecessary; he’d been shuffling them nervously since you put your head on his shoulder.
“not that big of a deal. yeah, okay. mr nonchalant over here.. whatever, new round.”
clara sighed dramatically, reaching for a new card.
will realized he’d need one, too.
“uhm..”
he hummed under his breath in concentration as he sat up, so very carefully, setting his cards aside. he wasn’t sure how to do this without waking you up.
he slipped his arm from under you and brought it around you instead, momentarily holding your head to his shoulder. it kept you asleep and secure as he picked up a new card.
he settled back down, feeling clara stare at him. he didn’t even want to know what kind of look he was receiving right now. he just tightened his arm around your shoulders, holding you under his chin so he could still see his cards.
that’s the only reason. so he could see his cards.
the game continued for more than another half an hour, but eventually will realized he couldn’t even remember what card he’d played in the last five minutes. there was no way to blame the lack of focus on the two cans he’d worked through. simply, he’d been too focused on the rise and fall of your breaths under his arm, against his chest.
and he was growing drowsy. his blinks had gotten heavier, and he was struggling to read the cards and make them make sense in his head. after a long couple of minutes of internal debate, he decided that there was really nothing to lose. liquid courage or not.
quietly, he set his cards down. everybody continued on, laughing and joking around and being generally loud.
he just tugged his hood up, shifting so you both were leaning to the right. he rested his head on top of yours, his arms now a loop around you.
you stirred slightly as he nudged you closer, gently, trying noticeably hard to not wake you.
“mmh.. will?”
“mhm?”
“mkay..”
“s’this okay?”
“mmhm. s‘okay.”
silence fell between you two as you began to drift back into unconsciousness. but you were just awake enough.
“you smell like beer.”
he laughed quietly at the way your nose scrunched up a little. he rubbed your arm absentmindedly, as if comforting you.
will didn’t even realize he’d fallen asleep. the only reason he did was because of the sudden bright light in his face.
“what.. the fuck..?”
he went to lift his arm to block it, but found he was stuck. that’s when the weight on his side registered.
and that’s when the light disappeared.
groaning, will squinted at the pale world as it came into focus again, colors returning after he’d been blinded.
“got it!”
clara squealed, slipping her digital camera into her pocket. wills eyes snapped open.
“what?”
“hi.”
“clara, dude, what’re you doin’?”
“shush it’ll be cute.”
“what?”
“unimportant.”
“i really don’t think so??”
“shush.”
will stared at her, disorientated and quite frankly not happy to be awake right now.
“what time is it?”
“time for you to leave.”
“what?”
“it’s one. you’ve been out for like two hours.”
“what?”
“mhm. you sober?”
“what?”
“holy fuck. im talking to helen keller. are you sober?”
will paused, pressing his lips together as he thought about it. he decided he felt completely normal.
“yeah?”
“good, get out of my house.”
“im not in your house, actually. we’re outside.”
“william.”
“jesus, alright, fine.”
he mumbled, sitting up slowly. your brows pulled together, evidently confused at to why you were moving. the motion pulled you towards consciousness.
“hmm?”
you blinked sleepily up at will, eyes unfocused.
“just me.”
“will?”
“no, it’s the other guy you fell asleep on.”
“what?”
“im fucking with you. it’s will.”
“okay.”
“sorry.”
you didn’t even really register any of this. you were still half asleep, stretching against him.
“where’re we goin’..?”
“clara’s kicking us out.”
“what?”
“it’s one in the morning.”
“what?”
“me too.”
“what the fuck are you talking about right now?”
you sighed heavily, dropping your head again. you had always been a deep sleeper, and it took more time to wake up than you’d prefer.
“you have a ride home?”
“mhm.”
“who?”
“…myself?”
“you?”
“that’s what i just said, dumbass.”
“you’re literally asleep right now.”
“no im not. im talking to you.”
“barely.”
“shut up.”
will exhaled, looking around. everyone was trickling towards the back gate, towards their cars. then he looked back down to you, who’d already closed your eyes again.
his mind was made up.
“im taking you home.”
“what?”
“up you get.”
“what?”
he could see why clara had gotten so irritated with him now.
you whined the entire walk to his car, leaning on him and telling him this was stupid and that you should just drive yourself.
“im done.”
you announced groggily, slipping out of his grasp. you plopped down on the sidewalk, sprawling lazily on your stomach.
“sleepin’ right here. s’like a sit down strike. you can’t take me home if i don’t move.”
will stared at you. then looked around. he really didn’t want to be cliche and do this, but obviously this was the only way you would allow him to get you home.
“you’re a pain in the ass.”
he sighed, reaching down to grab you under the arms. you squeaked, squirming as it tickled. he ignored you and heaved you over his shoulder.
“what in the fuck are you doing?”
“taking you home.”
“this is not a disney movie, will.”
“really? never noticed.”
you rolled your eyes at the sarcasm.
“smartass.”
“stubborn.”
you gave up, letting this happen. the blood rushed slowly to your head as you dangled over his shoulder.
“so.. put me down?”
“hell no.”
“i hate you.”
“yep.”
he kept one hand on the back of your thighs, the other fishing his keys from his pocket. he unlocked the car, opened the passenger door, and set you down in your seat.
you were silent for the first five minutes of the drive, the only noise the nhl network radio on volume two. it was an act of defiance on your part, silent protest over having been abducted.
“can we get taco bell?”
“oh so now you’re talking to me?”
“yes.”
“you piss me off.”
“but can we get taco bell?”
“no. fuck you.”
you had a baja blast in your hands not even fifteen minutes later.
summary: your best friend is hosting a pool party, and will decides he’s feeling extra annoying today
warnings: language, vague mentions of insecurity/body image, reader wears contacts ??, vague mention of religion/a catholic joke kinda idek bro
an: hi i don’t know how i feel about this one. in my head, it was gonna be super silly goofy but i kinda wanted to add a more serious part into it so i could develop the dynamic beyond just like.. flirty friends. i can’t tell if i did it well, but unfortunately im kinda modeling this based on experience, so.. yeah. it felt a little unrealistic but then i remember i lived ts.. anyways, love you, hope you enjoy, and i hope i am keeping yall well fed 😚 (also sorry this is so long omg??)
you lifted your head, looking over at clara. you were currently basking on her pool deck, the UV having been 8 today.
“i mean.. okay.”
you sighed, dropping your head again. your cheeks felt like they were actively catching fire, but that was a good sign according to clara.
“when’s everyone getting here again?”
“mmh.. in like an hour.”
“okay.”
silence settled between you two as you got lost in your thoughts. you had an hour until he was here. you had an hour until you were in a bikini, no makeup, and no contacts in, in front of him. your stomach flipped nervously.
“it’s gonna be fine.”
her voice broke you out of your little reverie.
“hmm?”
clara pushed her sunglasses onto her head, rolling onto her stomach to look up at you. she sighed, pursing her lips a little, how she looked when she was about to read you a bit too well. having been best friends since first grade, she did that a lot.
“with will. it’s gonna be fine.”
“why would you think it wouldn’t be?”
she gave you a flat look.
“not me, babe. i’ve seen you checking every mirror we’ve been by all morning. don’t worry. you’re bad as fuck. if it was will.. bro, i could never fumble.”
you laughed, your cheeks warm from something other than the sun. you nodded slowly, relieved and grateful.
“okay. thanks, clara.”
“yup. now get back to it, you need your freckles back.”
over the next hour, you spent your time rotating between tanning and swimming. it was nearly 95 degrees out mid-july, so really there was no way to be outside unless water was involved. people had started arriving, and you said hi to them, but left it at that, as you were on a mission to get a little more sun.
you were on your fifth tanning shift when you heard footsteps and a familiar voice.
“i don’t think you can sleep there.”
“really, smartass.”
“kinda looks like suddan hussein hiding spot.”
you laughed, sliding your sunglasses into your hair to look up at him. his face was blurry and the sun behind him really wasn’t helping.
“hey.”
“hi.”
you laid there for a moment, squinting up at him. he tilted his head, a faint grin on his lips that you could make out even without your contacts in.
“you okay?”
“yeah. kinda can’t see you.”
“hm? ‘cause the sun?”
he asked, stepping into the sun’s direct path, in hopes of you being able to see him better. he blocked the light and shade fell over your face, relieving you of the sun’s warmth.
“‘cause im blind.”
he raised his eyebrows, laughing.
“oh. dunno what to do about that.”
“you can move outta the way, so i can tan.”
you closed your eyes, setting your sunnies back on. the shadow over you didn’t budge.
“nah.”
“what could you possibly mean by ‘nah’?”
“m’not moving.”
you glared blindly up at him. he was grinning down at you, obviously having too much fun with this. you couldn’t help the way the corner of your lips twitched up. you sighed, accepting that this was happening.
“do you do this to grace?”
“absolutely.”
“marvelous.”
you decided to just ignore it, closing your eyes again. but then you felt something light and a little scratchy fall across your torso, at the exact same time as the shadow over you disappeared. your brows furrowed.
“what’s tha- ouufff.”
you wheezed as he laid across your middle, his head propped up on your ribs, lying on his back over you with a towel underneath him. you glared down at him, but he just rested his arms behind his head with a contented sigh.
“what? im tanning.”
“you’re ridiculous.”
“shh, you’re like, blocking the rays. with your voice. noise pollution, or whatever it’s called.”
“your white ass is not tanning.”
“shh.”
“why are you such a diva?”
“i said shh.”
“i hate you.”
“am i muted?”
you huffed a breath out, shaking your head but relaxing against the deck again. you actually didn’t mind this at all. the proximity was quite nice. you just hoped he couldn’t feel your heartbeat underneath him.
you had convinced will to get up after about ten minutes of frying in the sun.
“wanna get in?”
you asked, standing up. you were stretching your arms up when a hand set right between your shoulder blades. youd barely opened your mouth to ask what he was doing when you were shoved forward, straight into the deep end.
squealing, you splashed down, having to scramble to make sure your top stayed on. you resurfaced, shooting him a look.
“you’re mean.”
“am i?”
“…yes.”
“sure.”
he laughed, jumping in nearly on top of you. you were forced to go under, pushing him away beneath the water with a hand to his chest. when you both came back up, you were giggling and grinning at one another.
the people kept arriving, and soon most of both yours and wills friend groups had shown up, along with a handful of randoms. the pool was getting packed by now.
naturally, a full pool only meant one thing.
“we’re running chicken, you in?”
clara’s boyfriend, brent, asked, nodding between you and will. she was stood next to him, looking a bit too pleased. this was obviously her idea, and something about it made you instantly suspicious.
you were just about to decline, when will nudged your elbow with his.
“sure. you in?”
he asked, looking over at you. he had this easy sort of smile on his face that made it really hard to say no.
“i guess.. clara, you ready?”
you asked, fully assuming that you’d be paired up with her, against the boys.
“mhm, just a sec.”
you stared at her as brent sunk beneath the water. she began clambering onto his shoulders, snickering to herself.
you’d been tricked.
“what.”
you gaped at her, as they both rose up.
“what? get on, i don’t have all day.”
“why do you hate me, genuinely..”
you sighed, turning to ask will if he was okay with this. weirdly, he wasn’t there anymore; he was already under the water, which you realized when you felt his fingers wrap around your shins.
“oh!”
you wobbled as he tugged you onto his shoulders, his hands resting respectfully on top of your thighs. he surfaced, lifting you with an ease that made your chest fuzzy, panting and laughing.
“push my hair outta my face, will ya?”
“oh, sure.”
you mumbled, brushing the wet hair off his forehead.
“thanks.”
“mhm.”
people were looking now. his friends were snickering, making ‘oohs’ and little comments you’d really rather gone without hearing.
you felt awfully conscious of it all, of everything about you. you could only pray your bottoms weren’t too far up your ass. as if he could read your mind, will gave your leg a gentle squeeze.
“ready?”
“ready.”
and then you were within arms range of clara. it didn’t take more than two seconds before you were shoving at each other, giggling as the boys stumbled around.
“this isn’t fair! im blind!”
you squealed as clara got a particularly good push in, right to the chest. to your surprise, you hardly moved, will using himself to balance it out.
“it’s so fair, he’s like, an athlete.”
“yours plays football!”
you laughed, delivering a solid shove to clara’s left shoulder. her boyfriend clearly hadn’t been expecting it, and you realized they were going down when you saw clara’s smile falter.
“shit.”
she gasped, plugging her nose as they toppled into the water. you lifted your arms, beaming.
“hey, we won!”
will tilted his head back against your stomach, smiling up at you. your hands had fallen to the sides of his head, just out of instinct, holding onto something to not tip over. whatever position this was, it felt far too intimate.
“like at least 90 percent of that was you, smitty.”
“nah, all you.”
“sure.”
you scoffed a laugh, rolling your eyes. you tapped his side with your foot, signaling him to put you down.
“hmm?”
“put me down?”
“nah, victory lap.”
“victory lap..?”
“s’what i said, isn’t it?”
he started walking, much to your dismay. you weren’t particularly interested in being paraded around, being the only one this high up, but clearly he didn’t care about that.
“you done yet?”
“mmh.. i don’t think so. m’enjoying myself.”
that alone would’ve made your breath catch normally, but he also pressed his fingers into your legs a little as he said it.
“oh.”
that was all you could say. thank god you’d been in the sun all day; your cheeks were bright red, but you could just blame it on sunburn.
“you okay?”
he asked, slowly coming to a stop along an empty edge. he tipped his head back, eyes flitting over your face like he was checking for anything wrong.
“yeah, why?”
“you’re quiet.”
“yeah.. lotta people looking.”
“oh.”
his expression softened in a way you don’t think you’d ever seen before. he held your gaze for a moment longer before turning around and backing towards the edge of the pool.
he gently set you on the deck, his hands sliding down your leg, turning so he was facing you. you quickly realized that left him standing nearly between your knees.
“my bad.. just.. tell me if im ever, like.. doing too much, okay?”
“doing too much?”
you echoed, tilting your head to the side a bit, confused. he shrugged, looking sheepish. embarrassed, maybe. it could be guilt, but you dismissed that idea immediately. what was there to feel guilty about?
“yeah. didn’t mean to make you.. i dunno.”
he gestured vaguely towards you. you realized what had just happened. he thought you’d been weirded out by him.
“no, will.. i wasnt.. uncomfortable. seriously. i promise.”
“you promise?”
“mhm.”
he just nodded, standing there, eye level with you. you could’ve sworn you saw his gaze drop to your mouth, but without your contacts in, you couldn’t be sure.
“will?”
“mhm?”
“you okay?”
his cheeks went pink as he met your eyes finally.
“yeah. tired.”
“oh so you’re saying that carrying me was tiring?”
you grinned, falling back into your usual routine. he smiled at you, shaking his head, looking relieved.
“i definitely didn’t say that.”
“well that’s what i heard.”
“if you ever hear me say that, then punch me in the face.”
“ooo, don’t have to tell me twice.”
you both laughed a little, both seemingly aware of what was clearly settling between the two of you. this wasn’t exactly a platonic conversation, particularly not when he was standing how he was.
“you hungry?”
he gave you a look like that was a stupid thing to ask.
“you already know the answer to that, dummy.”
“so mean to me.”
you joked, scooting back so you could stand up. he climbed out after you, and it took a genuine effort to not let your eyes linger on the water running down his torso.
about twenty minutes later, you were sat on the patio with a paper plate of food in your hands. you’d gone and slipped on a hoodie over your swimsuit, now that it was cooling off outside. the chlorine from the pool dried down on your sunned skin, left your hair all frizzy.
most of the people had gathered on the deck, as well, on the wicker outdoor couches surrounding a little fire pit. this included you and will, who were occupying a single chair together.
“scoot over, fat ass.”
“hey, im not fat.”
“you’re taking up three quarters of the chair.”
“my problem because..?”
“fine, be greedy by yourself.”
you sighed, moving to stand up. you were just irritated, tired from the sun, and incredibly hungry. you had absolutely no patience for this right now.
“wait what?”
he tugged you by the hem of your hoodie, right back down into the seat, scooting over without another complaint. you were about to comment on that when clara dropped a box of cards onto the table.
“cards against humanity, anyone?”
you and will glanced at each other, already grinning.
you had made it maybe three rounds into the game before you’d just fully handed over the cards to will. you were completely exhausted, drained from the day.
now you leaned into his side, head on his shoulder with your hood pull up, mumbling about which card he should play.
“really? the nun one?”
“…yeah? that’s fucking hilarious.”
“i dunno. feels weird.”
“will smith, catholic goody two shoes over here.”
“alright, fuck off.”
he muttered, placing the card face down anyways.
“yeah you know im right.”
“shut up and go to sleep already, damn.”
“i mean, if you insist.”
you just shrugged, shifting to get more comfortable. the sky was growing darker, turning a pale purple shade. the fire was flickering gently against the backs of your eyelids. and will was nice and warm.
the combination was lethal. you were out in no more than five minutes.
an: never done one of these before, lmk if u like this cuz i acc didn’t mind it.. kinda funsies. idk if anyone else will find this funny, but f it we ball. also idk why i kept bringing up paddleboaring that was really random. but anywayssssssssss i sent out a poll asking what else i should write so make sure u go vote !! love you all 💓
for my highschool!will au !! here it is, go take a look first 🤍
okay so i’ve realized that i genuinely don’t know how to write a high school summer fic without alc being involved… so my only ideas are
short little 4th of july fic where reader drunkenly calls will, whos up north
senior year fnl, in the student section w will
going to little brothers practice to find out that will is assisting
pool party (this one would be FUN)
possibly maybe texts between reader + will
for me only, don’t click this one 💓
Voting ended onJul 3
go read what’s already out so you can better understand what you’d get out of these options !! love you all, hope you have a beautiful wonderful day (and if you’re currently in the midwest like i am, i hope your ac is working amazingly) 🤍
anyone who wanted the texts, i published it !! read it here
summary: your friend is hosting a bonfire to which wsh somehow gets invited to
warnings: underage drinking, language, joking death threat if you squint, super mega brainrot humor sorry i think im funny
an: flow state w this omg i have never written so fast i literally never doubled back once. also very possibly is the longest fic ive written to date. enjoy, i had fun writing this !! make sure you’ve read the other parts before reading this one !!
here’s my wsh au so you can read the previous parts !!
you’d been looking forward to this for weeks. one of your best friends, clara, had finally gotten the green light from her parents to host at her house. it hadn’t taken more than ten minutes after getting approval for her to make a group chat, outlining plans.
so now you were sat on the floor in her bedroom, doing your makeup in the mirror on the back of her closet door. she sat at her vanity, scrolling through the snapchat group.
you heard her gasp quietly, causing you to look up. you were met with her eyes already on you through the mirror, a poorly restrained smile on her face.
“don’t look at me like that.”
“shut up, you’re gonna love this.”
“okay..??”
“oh em gee. i can’t.”
you stared at her, quickly growing irritated.
“clara, spit it out.”
“you know how i invited bradley, yes?”
“yes..?”
“and you know how bradley is on that one team?”
“uh.. sure?”
“and you know how i told everyone they can add their friends to the group chat so they can come?”
“dude, i know all of these things, just tell me please.”
“will smith was added to it two minutes ago by brad.”
your jaw dropped open a little, your eyes round. that was possibly the best and worst thing she could’ve ever told you in this moment.
“you’re fucking with me.”
“on my life i’m not.”
“oh. shit.”
you turned back to your mirror, looking at yourself. then you checked the time. cursing under your breath, you got back to work on your makeup, moving with far more vigor than before.
you were pretty sure you could throw up from the anticipation. your stomach felt all fluttery and quite frankly, you weren’t sure if you were nauseous or just excited.
but as you set up the cup pong table, you quickly found out it was excitement.
over the next thirty minutes, people began trickling in. at first, it was mostly your closest friends. then it was your closest friends and their friends. and then it was friends of friends. and then it was people you only vaguely remembered seeing in passing, probably in the hallway at school.
you asked as you made your way to the table, seltzer in hand, addressing the four boys playing. one was kneeling.
“bitch cup.”
“uhm.. right, i know it’s june, but why are you on your knees next to another dude?”
“…bitch cup.”
you stood next to the pong table, watching what was probably the most confusing round you’d ever seen. you’d never heard of whatever the hell bitch cup was, but it sure was entertaining.
it wasn’t long before you were laughing, now that three out of the four were kneeling. you threw your head back a little, snickering.
that’s when you bumped the back of your head into something. someone.
“oh, m’sorry!”
you said, tilting your chin slightly to glance back.
“all good.”
“smitty!”
you beamed, turning to face him fully. he matched your smile, a slow grin spreading across his lips.
“hey, y/n.”
“when’d you get here?”
“just a few minutes ago.”
“oh, okay.”
both of you clearly didn’t know what there was to talk about. but simultaneously, both of you clearly wanted to talk about something.
“you ever heard of bitch cup?”
“what’d you call me?”
he joked, nose scrunching as he laughed. you loved that sound now.
“i dunno, it’s some stupid cup pong rule.”
“never heard of it.”
“me neither! i think they made it up.”
you both stood side by side, watching now. his arm pressed against your shoulder lightly, even though he had more than enough room to move about. the proximity was absolutely unnecessary. you weren’t mad about it, though.
after some time, you both seemed to realize that these people sucked at this game, and it was going nowhere. you grew bored after a few minutes, standing there with your lips slightly pursed like you were waiting for something interesting to happen.
“you wanna go?”
“what?”
you looked over at him, lifting an eyebrow. he just shrugged, glancing down at you.
“dunno, wanna like, run to the gas station or somethin’? kinda want a slushie.”
you couldn’t help but laugh at how absurdly random it was. you looked around, at all the people, searching for clara. it didn’t take long to spot her, currently very engaged in a conversation by the fire.
“okay. you’re driving, though. i drank.”
“i would’ve driven either way, but okay.”
your stomach flipped at the way he’d said it, with a slight grin, like he’d known it was going to affect you. you just smiled a little, shaking your head and following after him.
the car ride had been full of him playing some of the worst music you’d ever heard. you’d mocked him the entire time, to which he’d just turned it up and sang along to it obnoxiously. horribly. you’d never heard worse, actually.
“yeah.. dont quit your day job.”
“well fuck. it’s too late, already did. what do i do now?”
and now you were in the gas station, standing in front of the neon slushie machine. the colorful liquid churned over in circles, the stickers on the container holding them boasting their names.
“no way.. i’m actually busting.”
you gasped, now filling your cup with baja blast slushie. he laughed, and started filling his cup. your attention was caught by it, now; he was adding blue raspberry, cherry, and cola into it. you stared at him, clearly judging.
“i’m irritated. what are you doing?”
“what’d i do?!”
“i don’t fucking know, you’re the one making lean in the gas station, man.”
he spilled some of the slushie with how hard he was laughing.
“oh alright, just call me the funniest person ever.”
“uh, sure.”
“..‘kay i’ll actually just die, like.. it’s fine. are you done making potions? i’m ready to go.”
“no, i need more.”
“your greed sickens me.”
you finally pried him away from the slushie machines, having to grab his shoulder and quite literally pry him away. you weaved through the aisles with him, until you found the line.
you both stood there, giggling quietly as you joked about the likely-nuclear gas station hot dogs on display ahead of you.
when it was your turn, you stepped forward, reaching for your phone from your pocket to use tap to pay. then he set his cup down next to yours, subtly using his arm to nudge you away from the card reader. he didn’t even glance over, fishing his wallet from his back pocket.
you just stared up at him as he payed, smiling and making small talk with the older man behind the counter. he didn’t look over, but from the way his cheeks went a little pink, you knew he could feel your eyes on him.
he turned to you, handing you your cup.
“ready?”
“mhm.”
you started towards the door, eyeing him like you were trying to figure something out.
“what?”
“thanks.”
he made a face, eyebrows pulling together. he looked like you’d just said something incredibly stupid.
“what?”
“..i’m thanking you for paying for mine?”
“oh, don’t.”
“what?”
“s’not needed. you’re not paying.”
he just shrugged, holding the door open for you as you both stepped outside into the near-dusk. the sky was a flat mix of orange and pink, making his eyes look way better than they should.
two hours later, you were sat by the fire together. not enough people had brought their own chairs (which clara was pretty pissed about, because she’d definitely reminded them to at least three times today alone), so you were sitting on the ground. you had some random tie blanket wrapped around your shoulders, his shoulder pressing against yours through it.
when you got back, it hadn’t taken long before you’d both had the bright idea to pour vodka into your slushies. it had tasted way too good.
now you were looking over at him, watching the firelight flicker across his features. you sighed softly, slightly glossy eyes trailing over his profile.
“will.”
“mhm?”
“i still think your nose is like barbie’s.”
he turned his chin to meet your gaze, clearly trying not to smile.
“s’that a good thing?”
“mhm. very.”
“very?”
“yeah, i like it.”
even in the dim light from the fire, you could see the color rise to his face.
“yeah?”
“yeah.”
“okay.”
he turned back to the bonfire, his dimples still faintly indenting his cheeks.
around one in the morning, people started trickling out. you and will were still by the dying fire, your head now resting on his shoulder. you weren’t sure when it had gotten there, honestly. simply, you’d gotten sick of holding it up, and he’d been right there.
“smitty, we gotta go, man.”
“nah.”
“nah?”
“nah.”
bradley stood over you two, looking down at will, clearly amused with the sight.
“fuck you mean, ‘nah’?”
“i mean nah.”
“not an option, bud. my moms curfew is 1:30.”
“but s’like, midnight.”
“it definitely isn’t.”
“i hate you.”
he groaned, stretching his legs out in front of him. he looked down at you, pressing his lips together like he didn’t want to say it.
“fuck-you-man says i have to go.”
“i heard.”
“okay.”
“well? you should probably go?”
“why are you mean?”
he mumbled, but he was smiling despite himself. you felt his arm shift underneath you, and you expected to lose your headrest.
instead, it wrapped around your shoulders. he was hugging you. it was casual, but your heart had either stopped or was beating so fast you couldn’t feel it anymore.
“bye, y/n. see ya.”
“bye, smit.”
his arm fell from you, and you were forced to pick up your head as he stood. you watched him walk away, your eyes following after him, leaving you completely stunned.
“ouuu.”
“fuck off.”
“that was cute.”
you turned your head to look up at clara, who was sat in the same chair as her boyfriend, her legs thrown over his. she was smirking, obviously enjoying this way too much.
an: hi i didn’t know what to put for the summary. i wrote this at 4-6 am for literally no reason.. so i apologize in advance if it doesn’t make sense. idk i can’t decide if i like this at all but.. f it we ball. also ik this one is kinda different, but i couldn’t pass up an idea. lmk what you think, the comments i get are why i keep writing !! hope your day was extra lovely !!
you asked your dad as you walked out of the kitchen. bright saturday sunlight slanted through the blinds, making it so you had to squint to see the screen.
“what, kiddo?”
he slowly turned his head towards you, his eyes still on the screen. you’d gotten used to this over the years. you never were going to get his full attention if espn was open.
“i asked why there’s live hockey at noon.”
“uh huh.”
“right. cool.”
you mumbled, plopping down on the couch next to him with your bagel you’d made yourself in hand.
the first thing you noticed was that this wasn’t an nhl game. the formatting was all wrong. that, and you were currently seeing a bunch of… teenagers in america’s colors?
“dad, what are we watching? minors?”
“what? no.”
“okay..?”
“world juniors.”
you gave up trying to figure out what he was talking about, and just tried to pay attention, try to catch up on the first eleven minutes you’d missed. it wasn’t long before you were just as zoned in as he was.
as you tracked the players in red, white, and blue across the screen, you spotted something familiar.
smith.
the corner of your lips tugged upwards just a bit, the reminder of the boy in your history class making your chest feel a little warm. you brushed it off, assuming that it was simply a coincidence, like any rational person would probably assume.
you moved on, watched team usa win their game. you were chatting with your dad about a play that had caught his eye, but suddenly you fell quiet.
the camera had panned to the players as they shook hands.
normally, this never would’ve caught your eye, and really it wasn’t even the handshaking that got you; it was the lack of helmets.
it was the fact that you were now seeing something that couldn’t quite be possible.
“no fucking way.”
“uhm, language??”
“no, dad, like seriously. there’s no way.”
“what are you on about?”
you just stared at the television, jaw dropped. your dads questioning fell on deaf ears.
because there he was. smith, a 43 on his back, without his helmet on, his blond hair a complete mess. he had this uncharacteristically serious face on, focused in a way he never seemed to be in class. the sight of it made your heart do embarrassing things against your ribcage.
“i know him. oh my god.”
your dad looked over at you, making a face like he didn’t believe you at all.
“you sure?”
“like, i swear on everything good in my life, i know him.”
“yeah, okay, and i go way back with mark messier.”
a week passed. then two. then three.
will wasn’t in history class for a single day for nearly the entire month of may, as one would expect from someone who was currently too busy competing in germany.
you and your dad continued to watch every game over the course of the month, even the ones at ridiculous hours of the day. you even got to skip school to watch the finals, since they were at the ass crack of dawn for whatever reason.
your dad watched the team win silver.
you watched will win silver.
“look what the cat dragged in.”
“ew, man, shut the hell up. who even says that?”
“hey, man. good seein’ ya, too.”
you turned in your seat to find the spot behind you filled for the first time since early april. will was chatting with his friend, first about how much he’d missed, then about why he had missed.
you couldn’t contain yourself any longer.
“will.”
he blinked, eyes snapping towards you. he looked surprised for a second, but then an easy smile spread across his face.
“‘sup?”
“why were you on my tv?”
he clearly hadn’t been expecting that. he started laughing, scrunching his nose a little. you couldn’t help but join in, just a tad quieter.
“uhm… sorry?”
“nah, it was kinda cool. just a month’s worth of games spent trying to convince my dad i knew you. he keeps calling me a liar.”
“that’s my bad.”
“guess it is.”
neither of you spoke for a moment, and for a second you fully thought he’d turn back to his friend. but he didn’t. he just watched you, tilting his head to the side.
“you and your dad watched?”
your cheeks heated up. you just stared at him for a beat, buffering.
shit, why did i say that?
“when did i say that?”
you tried to laugh it off.
“just now..?”
”i so did not say that.”
“no, yeah, i think you did.”
he grinned, leaning back in his seat. it was a different sort of smile from him, one you never saw. he almost looked smug, almost a hint too proud of himself. the look made your stomach flip over pleasantly.
“oh. i mean.. yeah. we did watch.”
“hmm.”
“what?”
“nothing.”
you gave him a flat look, opening your mouth to try to drag a real response from him. unfortuantely, your teacher chose exactly that moment to step to the front of the classroom and start rambling on about the ap exam in two days.
you didn’t pay much attention. you were still slightly angled towards him, both of you leaning towards each other enough that you could easily have continued speaking.
“yeah, you’re fucked for the exam, by the way.”
you whispered, before finally turning back around. there was silence from behind you for a few beats. you assumed you were going to get ignored.
“thanks for the heads up.”
“mhm, i gotchu.”
“i know.”
“whaddya mean, ‘i know’?”
“i know, ‘cause you’re a loyal fan.”
“go to hell.”
“yep.”
“that’s why you won silver.”
you regretted the words as soon as you said them. you squeezed your eyes shut, regret and guilt flooding your bones.
the silence from behind you really wasn’t helping. you couldn’t even glance back to see his reaction.
“damn. alright.”
“i’m sorry, i didn’t-“
“shh. trying to pay attention. could you not?”
the mocking in his tone was unmistakeable. he pitched his voice up in a way you immediately realized was supposed to be an impression of you.
you sighed quietly, nodding. you were just about to start planning how to make sure he didn’t hate you, when you heard a breath of a laugh, like he was trying to not find it funny.
it is currently almost five in the morning and i just wrote the next bit to my wsh au. right now, it seems pretty good, longer than the other parts. but it’s also, you know, almost five in the morning, so i could be completely imagining that.
she will be posted once i wake up and confirm its not hot dumpster fire. if there’s nothing up by mid day, you know why.
summary: it’s a friday night and it’s your birthday.
warnings: underage drinking, language, idk.. readers birthday is in early june for the plot
an: i have had literally no ideas until an hour ago. i got up and wrote this sooo fast, all in one go. this isn’t edited and i quite literally just wrote it and posted it so.. hopefully it’s good!! also, this is kinda based on a true story. i fear fireball.
this is part of an au, read the previous parts here or here !!
i mean, you’re freshly seventeen and living on the east coast. obviously you’ve had a drink.
but you were certain that you’d never done it like this.
it’s your birthday, which happens to fall near the end of the school year. testing was finally over, ap exams were done, and senior year felt closer than ever.
so obviously, some celebration was in order.
it was just a stroke of luck that there happened to be a party on the same friday as your birthday. through a friend of a best friend, you managed to get yourself invited. you weren’t going to pass up the opportunity to have free drinks on your seventeenth.
so here you were, sitting in some random girls basement, a white claw in hand. it was your first, and definitely not last of the night. you chatted with some of the kids nearest to you, feeling wonderfully social tonight.
but then your friend placed a cup in your hand. a full cup.
you sniffed it. it burnt.
“awh, emma, what the hell is this?”
“fireball and diet coke.”
“why do you hate me and want me to die?”
but you were already taking a sip. it hurt. she’d been real generous on that first ingredient. you could barely tell there was coke in it at all.
and half an hour later you’d finished that and two corona pina colada seltzers.
“emma.. where’d ya get that?”
you asked your friend lazily, pointing at her malibu seltzer. she just nodded towards the coolers.
you wandered that way, the world tilting slightly under your feet. you felt great. incredible.
but then you looked over at the cooler.
the cooler itself wasn’t the problem. it was the group standing near it; all wearing lululemon shorts, a hoodie, and more than half of them with a hat on backwards.
hockey players.
you just groaned, deciding you couldn’t be bothered to let them steer you away from your malibu. you’d been clumsily crouched near the cooler, digging through it, when you heard your name.
“y/n?”
your stomach flipped, not from the drinks.
you looked up, head swimming, to spot exactly who you should’ve expected to spot.
blond hair covered mostly by his hat, blue eyes fixed on you and clearly finding this funny, a solo cup in his hand.
“hey.. will.”
you smiled up at him, losing your balance and plopping down on the ground next to the cooler. you just giggled. you were pretty sure he laughed, too.
“you’re having a pretty good birthday, huh?”
“you remembered it’s my birthday?”
you beamed up at him, a bit idiotically. of course he’d remembered. you’d already talked to him about it today in history class.
“mhm. sure did.”
“wow. that’s so cool.”
“guess so.”
he grinned, before taking a step closer. he crouched down next to you, now looking through the cooler, too.
“whatcha tryna find, birthday girl?”
“just a malibu thingy. emma had one. looked good.”
you mumbled, eyes on him as he dug through the ice. all you could think was that wow, you were drunk, which you reminded yourself in your head. that, and god, he looked really good from the side.
“i like your nose.”
“what?”
he laughed, obviously surprised, looking up at you like he thought he’d heard you wrong.
“s’like barbie.”
“you think my nose looks like barbie’s.”
he repeated, amused. if you weren’t hammered you might’ve noticed the color in his cheeks.
but you just nodded, like it was obvious.
“yep.”
“alright, then. thanks?”
“welcome.”
he just snickered, finally finding the drink you’d been looking for. he passed it to you with a smile, one that you were instantly staring at, unable to stop in this state.
“there you go.”
“thanks, will.”
“‘course. you good for now?”
“awesome for now.”
you said, now attempting to grip the wall to stand up. he reached out and slipped an arm under yours, helping you to your feet. it was a casual thing, but it still made you feel all fuzzy.
“you sure? where’s emma?”
you blinked at him, confused as to why he’d think you weren’t okay. and then confused as to why he wanted to know where emma was.
“girl, i dunno. probably… over there.”
you gestured vaguely, currently too busy cracking open your new drink.
“alright.. just lemme know if you need anything, ‘kay?”
“‘kay.”
and then you were off again. in the next thirty minutes, your malibu drink disappeared into your stomach, and you were then handed a number of shots that you quickly lost count of.
“yay! s’my birthday!”
you’d smiled, downing another.
before you knew it, you were outside, laying in the damp grass. the dew sept into your top, made your exposed skin feel itchy, but standing up was a problem right now.
“oh, wow.”
you rolled onto your stomach, giggling at how difficult it was to lift your head. you spotted him, face difficult to see due to the porch light behind him.
“will..!”
you practically cooed, smiling all happily, clearly pleased that it was him standing there.
he just smiled, walking down the porch steps to reach you. he dropped down into the grass beside you, not complaining about the damp.
“what’re you doing out here?”
you asked, looking up at him with big, glossy eyes and flushed cheeks.
“could ask you the same.”
“don’t.”
“okay.”
you fell into silence for a few moments. it wasn’t awkward, or at least you were fairly sure it wasn’t. but you couldn’t take the quiet very long.
“will?”
“yeah?”
“i think you’re pretty cool.”
“…yeah?”
“sorry for yelling at you for laughing that one time. i didn’t mean to be mean.”
“you weren’t mean.”
“you sure? i felt mean.”
“i’m sure, you weren’t.”
“okay.”
a few moments passed in silence.
“are you super sure?”
he didn’t answer, just laughed. you found yourself laughing, too, just because he was. he shifted towards you, kneeling and offering his hand to help you up.
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if you have any ideas for me, i’d love to hear them !! i’d also adore any prompts for my wsh au + where you think i should take it. i have some ideas but id always rather hear your thoughts first. thank you my lovelies !!
summary: will smith is a d1 st. patrick’s day glazer
warnings: swearing?? junior year and the month of march?? (wait stop i’m shaking in fear just writing that)
an: thank you so much for all the love i was shown for part one !! i was so not expecting that, and it motivated me to expand off of that piece.. the plot came to me in a dream i swear. anyways, here’s a short and sweet lil part two i whipped up in an hour just cause. i hope your day is beautiful, take care of yourselves, enjoy my lovelies !!
here’s my wsh masterlist so you can find part one 🫶🏻
and… here’s my au timeline so you can read the rest !!
in all your two and a half years of high school, you’ve never seen much enthusiasm around the holiday that was st. patrick’s day.
maybe a few people pinched their friends who’d forgotten to wear green. maybe the “popular kids” (which really just meant the ones who drank and smoke) would use it as an excuse to party. maybe the pretty gingers would post on insta with captions like “kiss me im irish”. that was about it.
there was an outlier, however, named will smith.
you were back in history class, on a dim march afternoon that had been really fairly uneventful. but now you slowed down as you walked into the room, your eyes immediately snapping to the crowd of boys hovering around your desk.
well, around will’s desk.
you awkwardly shuffled to your chair, trying to make a bit of noise so the brunet blocking your path would notice you. he didn’t.
“oh, sorry- ‘scuse me.”
you said, with a small smile, trying to be extra sweet about it so he’d leave you alone after.
he glanced up, blinked, then stepped to the side with a “my bad”, but you didn’t sit down.
as the kid moved out of your way, he revealed will, who seemed to be the center of the gathering. immediately, your attention fixed on him.
that had been happening a lot recently.
you’d actually chatted with him more often, since that time a few weeks ago. you’d got to know him beyond just eavesdropping “accidentally”. it’s not like you were best buds, but you weren’t strangers.
you were okay with that.
you learned that he played hockey, and by the way he spoke about it, he really loved it. it also seemed like maybe he was really good at it, based on how his friends joked with him about leaving space on the roster for them.
you’d connected on that. the conversation had drifted to nhl teams, which ones you both liked or disliked. you’d argued harmlessly over it.
from there, you chatted about hobbies, which teachers you had in common and whether you liked them, or what was most irritating about this class. it was a nice distraction on the days when your attention wasn’t on your work.
though, that was unimportant now. your attention was captured for a completely valid reason today.
“what the hell are you.. what?”
you snickered, gesturing to the collection of printed photos skewed about his desk. he sat there, looking way too happy for a random tuesday, all dimples and bright eyes. you leaned between a tall boy and a shorter blond, getting a bit closer to the pictures to inspect.
“no way that’s you,” you gasped.
you were laughing now. the pictures were all the same; a smaller version of will in an entire leprechaun costume, smiling awkwardly for the camera.
“yeah.. s’me,” he said proudly, way too proudly, looking between you and the photographs.
you stared at him, amused.
“say you swear.”
“swear.”
“damn.. that’s rough.”
“yeah, guess so.”
“so like… why, though?”
he perked up, grinning again.
“s’my birthday.”
you blinked at him, halfway between humored and just simply incredulous. the crowd began to thin, the group slowly trickling away, heading to their own respective desks as class got close to starting. you remained, hovering near will’s table.
“i mean.. okay, i guess. naturally, since it’s your birthday, you gotta have fifty fuckin photos of you as a leprechaun. no like, i should’ve assumed. silly me.”
he laughed. your heart did something completely moronic at the way his nose scrunched a little, his dimples indenting. you’d made that happen.
“yeah, that’s on you.”
“happy birthday, by the way.”
he brightened again, sitting up a little straighter.
“thanks, y/n.”
you nodded, smiling back at him, chest fluttering at the way your name sounded on his tongue. you moved to finally sit down, but paused.
“wait. i still don’t get why.. why that?”
you gestured to the pictures.
“oh. yeah, mason found my moms facebook. s’my birthday present from him.”
“i guess bro,” you mumbled, grinning as you took your seat.
so so sorry it’s super short. this was so absurdly spur of the moment. i hope it doesn’t suck too much. also, it’s possible i make this into an au instead of a series, just so i can hop around timelines. tbd. lmk what you think, i love hearing from you !!
i just want to thank you guys for the amount of love you showed for my first fic. i was so scared to post it and was certainly not expecting it to get more than maybe ten likes.
it means more than you know to me 🤍
as always, send in any ideas you have for me, have a beautiful june, and take care of yourself !!
(also i literally don’t know what to do with myself now that hockey is over. send help.)
an: this is my first fic ever, so please be nice !! i’d love to hear any tips you have for me, or if there’s anything you notice that i could improve on. also, i kinda hate the ending of this, but.. i kinda whipped it up in an hour tops. if it sucks im sorryyy ☹️
you forgot to grab your energy drink on the way out. you were in the first clothes you’d laid eyes on as you stumbled out of bed; now you were sitting in apush in a hoodie that was weirdly tight and sweatpants that were clinging to your ankles uncomfortably.
you had two different pairs of socks on. your airpods were dead, and probably lost. you had no makeup on, your hair was flat, and you’d been forced to wear your glasses since you hadn’t had the time for putting in your contacts.
really, you weren’t sure why you bothered actually showing up anyways. honestly, you could’ve afforded to miss one day.
but you had shown up, and it wasn’t exactly a good look to just walk out now (though you’d certainly fantasized about booking it).
the cherry on top, as always, was that the kid who sat behind you didn’t seem physically capable of shutting his mouth.
it’s not like he said anything rude. not to you, at least. his tablemate, who appeared to be his best friend, did end up being borderline bullied. it seemed lovingly, at least.
but god, he was just always laughing.
usually you didn’t mind it. but right now you were halfway to insanity, bent over your computer like you had hopes that it might turn into the wardrobe from narnia and deliver you home. but it didn’t, and he was still laughing. it raked your brain, made it hard to get a thought past the first word.
“oh, no, i told the guys-“
wow, you’re already missing your airpods.
“-and then i said-“
jesus, he couldn’t even get through the sentence. this is painful.
“-okay sorry, and then i said-“
when that was cut off with another fit of giggles, you pushed your glasses up onto your head, dragging your hands over your face. it seriously felt like you were developing a migraine from overhearing this waste-of-oxygen conversation. actually, conversation is a generous definition; it was really more like a fragmented toddler-style story.
it reminded you of that “have you ever had a dream, when you, when, when, when you, when-“ vine.
you turned in your seat, shooting a tired glare at the boy. “wow, is it funny?” you asked sarcastically, though it was really just kinda defeated. you looked almost disappointed.
which was really a shame.
and you realized that instantly.
you’d never really had a reason to look behind you. usually you were way too focused on your work, just trying to hold off having to take it home. you’d allowed the laughter to blend into the murmur of talking in the room. it hadn’t ever caught your attention like this.
you wished it had, because the source of it was one of the prettiest guys you’d ever seen. pretty, all blond and blue eyes and a nose you envied. the giggling was accompanied by dimples that you hated to see go. they disappeared at your obvious irritation.
“huh?”
you blinked. he blinked, slower.
“you’re… can you just not?”
you blinked again. he didn’t. instead, he tilted his head, mouth parted. you thought for a second that maybe he genuinely just breathed like that. actually, it seemed quite likely, based off of how long he sat like that.
“uh.. not what?”
he laughed. you didn’t.
“not wheeze in my ear. please.”
he didn’t laugh, and neither did you. you nodded a little, feeling awkward and wishing you hadn’t bothered saying anything. you were sure he was just going to turn to his friend and make fun of you now.
“…ooookay. nice chatting with you. super enriching convo we just had,” you mumbled, not meaning to be rude. this just really wasn’t your day. you felt bad immediately.
but then he laughed at that.
“nah, m’sorry. i’ll try to be quiet.” he barely got the words out before snickering.
“oh yah, me when i lie,” you replied back without thinking. your brain was painfully absent today, it seemed.
“no, m’not lying. i will try. it just.. prolly won’t work.”
you just nodded because.. what the hell were you meant to say to that. besides, it felt safer to just not give yourself more opportunities to embarrass yourself.
the laughter did die down.
but it didn’t help much.
the silence was something you were now painfully aware of. it allowed your thoughts to roam too much; to dwell on the face you’d just been blessed by, to wonder how you’d never noticed him, to curse yourself for looking like a complete chud today.
you ended up just turning off your computer. it’s not like you were getting much done anyways. it wasn’t long before your head was on the desk in hopes of a nap, since you figured maybe that would help make this day feel not so horrific.
the laughter returned not even twenty seconds later. it seemed he’d already forgotten the conversation. only, this time, you didn’t want to turn around and clamp a hand over his mouth. you actually found yourself listening.
“oh, i gotta tell you about last week-“
you found yourself interested in the story. it was far more engaging than whatever the hell the brit’s were doing with american paper.
you listened to him recount being at a gas station with his friends, who he kept affectionately (?) referring to as ‘the boys’—who the hell even says that? but whatever, it was easy to move past when he talked at the speed of light.
apparently they’d ended up getting kicked out after one of them decided to put mentos in a bottle of coke.
it was possible that after hearing him recount the whole experience like it was the funniest thing on earth, maybe you were smiling just a little bit.
and maybe it wasn’t the craziest thing to say that you might not hate to hear the laughter again.
edit: okay wait you guys actually seemed to like this.. i have ideas now. would anyone be interested in seeing this become a series of sorts? im so down to expand this plot !!
