“are you using my shampoo?” you pulled will’s hair up towards your face to inspect closer. you had been running your hands through his hair and gently scratching his scalp and the back of his ears. it helped him relax and wind down after an evening game before bed. will didn’t fight your pull. he was exactly where he wanted to be. don’t save him. “i forgot mine when i moved in,” you raised your eyebrow from where you laid, propped against your pillow in bed. “and yours is better anyways, i like smelling like you,” your resistance thinned as you started to run your hands through his hair again. it really was soft. and the curls had a bounce to them. “and i took a photo of it and replaced it when we were running low on it like 3 weeks ago,” he pulled out of your grasp and resumed his position, head back on your stomach, facing your thighs so he could trace lines on them. he called your stretch marks ‘tiger stripes’. “back to work, baby,” you rolled your eyes and continued stroking his hair. it had become a pre-bedtime routine for the two of you. primarily due to mack’s pre-bedtime routine of taking a jog around the block and then taking a steamy rinse.
“i didn’t notice that,” you smiled and leaned down for a kiss. will could tell what you where thinking when you furrowed your eyebrows in realization that, “olaplex is like, 60 dollars a bottle, with taxes” you pulled him to turn around on your stomach so that he could look you in the eye for this conversation.
“i know,” will smiled his cheeky ‘i have a funny story smile’ “i took a photo of it and asked the cashier at walgreens told me to go to an ulta,” he took a strand of your hair and twirled it in between his fingers.
“that’s nice …you didn’t have to,” you leaned down for another kiss, this one on his forehead, another on the tip of his nose, then his lips, “thank you, i really appreciate it,” you had relaxed more but your lips still pursed in what will thought was an adorable pout.
“baby, that’s what the redbull money is for,” will sat up– well, he rolled off of you to kneel beside you and run his hands along your shoulder and arm. “and we’re all using it,” he put his arm around you to pull you in closer. you just realized that mack was using it too… because he also didn’t bring his own when he moved in. “and it’s worth it.”
“you’re comforting me about buying me overpriced shampoo,” you turned to face him, already looking at you.
will nudged his nose against yours, “i said it’s worth it.”
you smiled. definitely worth it, will thought.
“are you also using my cle de peau cleanser?”
mack appeared in the doorway, home from his run. “oh yeah, i’ve been using it too,” both of your heads turned to him. he stripped off his clothes right onto the floor— wow. “it makes my skin feel soft,” he called over his shoulder, winking, as he walked to the bathroom.
mack lovs the way you play. you zip and dodge in between players– like stuart little– should he be comparing you to a mouse? you were really cute like a mouse. you used your speed to steal the puck from opponents by catching them off-guard– as a fantastic two-way forward. your shootouts, though, were exhilarating. you charged. like literally. and your shot was even faster.
that being said, he thinks he might have a heart attack every time he watches you play. you bent low and slid and checked an opposing team’s captain– halloran into the boards with so much force, he flinched from behind the plexiglass. your low center of gravity allowed you to stay on your feet as edwards rolled off of you. you skate off with the puck and just as mack wanted to yell “watch out!” you shot it to your teammate just in time for another player– gosling to fly in. you'd spotted her in your peripheral before making the pass and had already shaken off your gloves.
mack closed his eyes. will’s hand rested on his thigh assuringly. mack started counting 5 mississippis. and then another 2. until he heard, a whistle and a ref yelling your surname, number, and “2 minutes for roughing.” you turned and skated away, keeping your cool. he always wondered how you did that. you would always reply, “it’s no biggie, i got my team the puck anyways, the advantage would prop them up for the power play,” and shrugged.
you winked to him as you skated by him on your way to the penalty box. his face heated up. will chuckled and patted his back.
“atta girl,” will murmured, after whispering to mack to open his eyes. you knocked both halloran and gosling down and handed off a no-look pass that was hot. very hot. he’ll bring it up later. it was tactically shot to watts, the center. perfectly timed. you had anticipated the cover – and watts had seen ahead as well– you line had fantastic chemistry you were the right winger with a hell of a defensive edge. and also more spent in the penalty box than anyone on your team.
you spent your 2 minute sentence talking through the penalty with bu’s captain, halloran, the both of you wedged up against the plexiglass divider, conversing animatedly. then you cheered obnoxiously loud when watts from bc scored a goal– taking the game into overtime. and then you cheered even louder when a scrum broke out because watts bumped into bu’s goalie.
you were selected to be bc’s last shootout– you were a freshman, of course. the shootouts were tied 2-2. the pressure was on, if you got it in you would win the match. the whole stadium was holding a massive breath. will had asked you once, “how do you keep cool and not freak out during shootouts?” the both of you were sitting on either side of mack on the bed as he watched game tapes, clenching his laptop, mouth agape. he was watching a tape of a shootout against dobes, a goalie on the buckeyes in preparation for a match the next week. “i let my adrenaline do its thing,” you turned to him, still stroking mack’s hair. “getting in touch with the reality of my situation helps me focus on it,” will thought about it for a moment. he gets in his head– not a recent revelation– mack sucked a breath in through his teeth. will rubbed his back, feeling the ridges of his spine through his– will’s favorite sweater, actually. he’ll try your way the next game he plays. it may work for him as opposed to his current practice of breathing exercises. “what happens if you miss?” will asked, in a smaller than he would admit voice. yours softened as well, “i can try my best, but i can’t get ‘em all.”
Pairing: will smith x reader!gf, platonic mack x reader
Prompt: you’ve always had that sixth sense before something terrible happens. and needless to say, when that feeling tells you to lock the hotel door? you listen
Warnings: attempted break in, also Eky is mentioned still on the sharks… sue me
One incident? Luck. Twice? Maybe a coincidence. But Will Smith has lost track of how many times you’ve single handedly saved him, a teammate, or especially Macklin from something going wrong.
He made a few jokes in the beginning, as did Mack of course. But every time you felt that sickening feeling crawl up your spine, every time you went weirdly pale, every time your breath hitched and your eyes went wide, Will has listened. And every time, you’ve been exactly right.
Macklin likes to joke that you’re a witch, which of course you immediately threw your slice of apple at him as he said it.
“Not the scary kind!” He amended as Will gave him a ‘did you really just call my girlfriend a witch’ look.
“You’re lucky I like you.” You chirp back to the younger player, as Will gives your side a squeeze.
—
Really, Will doesn’t know how these things keep happening, but they do.
First it was Macklin in the summer, he was walking down to the dock, the wood squeaking under his bare feet. He was rambling about something, Will couldn’t really remember because he was entirely too focused on you.
The breeze through your hair, the deep brown color of your bikini against your skin, the smell of pine wafting off you from your body wash that Will tells you smells like Christmas.
But then he noticed the switch, noticed your skin grow goosebumps, the slight shiver that racked through you. At first he thought you were cold, even with the warm sun beating down on the July day. But then it was the paleness of your skin, and the shaking of your fingers. And then.
“Mack.” You say, all teasing and lightness dropped from your tone. But Macklin wasn’t paying attention, which was not out of the ordinary. “Macklin.” You say again, voice stern. Yet, his best friend still didn’t stop walking. “MACK.” You finally yell, your hand going up to Mack’s t-shirt. You tightened your fist around the fabric and yanked him backwards. His body crashing into you, which then crashed into Will.
“What the fuck!” Mack yelped more out of suprise than anything. And the very next second the board Mack was just about to step on cracks, the old wood falling into the lake, and three of you stare at the spot that definitely would have made Macklin fall through if he stepped on it.
Not that the boys weren’t convinced, but the second time made them agree never to question you at all. What you say goes now. So, at dinner with the team, Will and Mack both agreed to listen to you.
A dish was getting passed around, but as soon as you saw it you questioned it. Then that all too familiar feeling crept in, and you whispered quietly to Will not to eat it. He looked from you to the food, and he nodded. Macklin agreed too with no hesitation, and once again, you were proven to be correct. Half of the team got food poisoning.
“You’re basically magical.” Mack told you while you and Will were dropping him off that night. And you shrug your shoulders, trying not to get freaked out by whatever it is that makes you feel these things.
—
Will has been on the road for three days. Which isn’t long by hockey standards, but you’re definitely missing him being around. So when Mack plans for you to surprise Will in the hotel after their game, you jumped on the opportunity.
Mack:
It’s room 130
You:
Okay, I’m just up the street
Mack:
Hurry up
You:
Oh my bad, I’ll make sure to tell my driver that. I’m sure he’ll listen
Mack:
Wow, you must really be missing Will
You:
And you’re implying what exactly?
Mack:
Nothing. Just try to hurry
By the time you make it there, Macklin is already waiting half in the hallway half in the room. You roll your eyes with a smirk at his impatience as he ushers you in.
“My god woman you’re so slow.”
“It’s been three minutes since you texted me last!” You whisper exclaim, not wanting Will to hear your voice over the shower.
As you throw your bag on the bed Macklin looks at you, before hugging you quickly in greeting before the shower shuts off.
You instantly sit on the foot of the bed Will is going to be sleeping in and as Will opens the door he sees Macklin standing there.
“Dude, what are you doing?” Will asks, walking out of the bathroom but not yet seeing you. He’s got a Boston shirt on, and a pair of black sharks shorts. This golden hair is damp, wet curls stuck to the back of his neck.
“Nothing. Move.” Mack says, getting defensive.
“You’ve been weird all-“ But then Will stops, stops because he turns to see you, sitting on his bed, a goofy smile on your face.
“2 goals tonight? That’s pretty impressive.” You say, a sultry little tone in your voice. You make sure to keep it in check because you know Macklin will complain otherwise.
But Will doesn’t say anything, doesn’t say anything until his arms are around you, picking you up and spinning you around a few times.
“What the hell are you doing here?” He asks, your feet back on the ground as his hands move to your face.
“I missed-“ But you’re cut off by the press of his lips. Like he couldn’t even wait for you to get your sentence out.
“Oh my god.” He says with a laugh.
“Your best friend did some planning.” You say with a small shrug. And at that Will turns to Mack, who’s standing sheepishly by the door like he’s trying to give you guys privacy in the smaller hotel room.
“You did this?” Will asks, and Mack also gives a small shrug.
“You’ve been a mope since we left, plus she’s been no better.”
You and Will both laugh, and Will goes back to you, pressing his forehead against yours and planting small kisses to your face.
“I dreamed about you the last couple nights, so this better be real.” He says.
“It’s real.” You whisper.
“I figured. If it was a dream Macklin would not be here.” He says, and you let out a laugh, your shoulders shaking in his arms.
“Hey, I brought her here!” Macklin says, but you see the bright smile on his mouth.
“Thank you man, really.” Will says, before pulling you into him once again. The smell of him washes over you, some musky woodsy calming smell, reminding you as well that this is real. You lean up on your tip toes to kiss him once more, before you fall into the familiar pattern of your boyfriend and his best friend.
—
A few hours later the three of you are still up, still laughing together and eating the room service Will called for.
You’re leaning into Will’s chest, his thighs and legs bracketing you, and you couldn’t lie that his size compared to you makes you blush.
Macklin was retelling some story from the game, and Will chimes in every once in a while to add something Mack forgot.
Everything was good. Everything was happy and safe and warm, until it wasn’t.
You think you fake it for a second, but then the feeling hits again. That cold, bone chilling feeling that slithers up your neck. You freeze against Will, your heartbeat picking up as your eyes scan the room.
“Baby?” Will says, a bit concerned, and Mack immediately shuts up as he notices what’s happening. “What’s wrong?” He asks, but you stay still, color draining from your face as you wait for the sense, that weird voice to tell you what is happening.
And then it hits.
You fly off the bed, yelling at them to stay there as you race to the door, using your shaking fingers to use the chain to lock the door shut.
“Y/N.” Will says, getting up with Macklin directly beside him.
“Don’t.” You say, and then you hear it.
Three soft knocks on the door. The three of you freeze.
“This is maintenance, we have to check on your bathroom. The room beside yours flooded.”
“Y/N.” Will says, taking a step forward.
“Stay away from the door.” You say, your voice comes out in more of a whisper than anything.
The knocks happen again, and Will steps forward again. But not for the door, instead for you. But he freezes again as the knocks are now pounds. Angry. Loud. Violent.
“Will Smith!” The voice bellows outside the door. And instantly you shove your back against Will’s chest, like you’re ready to protect him if this man gets through.
“Macklin!” Will calls, and Mack flies towards the phone. Dialing quickly for the desk before holding it to his ear. The pounding sounds again, even louder and more aggressive this time. And Will like he’s now realizing where you’ve placed yourself, says “Absolutely not.” And shoves your body behind his.
“Yeah, room 130. Someone is banging on the door trying to get in.” Mack says quickly, the pounding continuing, the yelling of Will and Mack’s names making your hands shake violently. Mack steps in front of you both, the three of you in a single file line. You shoved behind Will, because he will always protect you, and the two of you behind Macklin, because Macklin wouldn’t let anything or anybody hurt the people he loves.
But that’s when it happens, the beeping of a hotel key being swiped, and the door opens a half an inch. You swear, one hand gripping Will’s shirt, one hand reaching around to grip Macklin’s.
“They have a fucking key!” Mack says urgently into the phone, his left arm coming around to shove both you and Will farther against his back.
But the door doesn’t budge past that half an inch, because you locked it. Because somehow, something told you to do it. And as the gold metal lock holds strong, you know deep down you were able to protect them, just like they protect you.
“Will.” You mumble, and he tightens you further into his back.
“It’s going to be okay, I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Your chest rises and falls fast, and you squeeze your eyes shut as you shove your head as deep into his muscled back as you could get it.
But then finally, after what feels like hours, you can hear the yelling of security, what sounds like a scuffle outside the door, and the confirmation from Macklin that security has taken someone away.
There’s a knock on the door, and you go wide eyed until you hear the voice of a man, he states his name, how he works for the hotel, and tells whoever is on the phone to confirm this information with the front desk. Mack relays it, and he hangs up with a thank you as he goes to unlock the door for the security guard.
You hold out a breath you don’t remember holding. And as Macklin talks to the man, Will whips around to you, holding your face in his hands as he tells you over and over that you’re safe, that everything is okay now.
“Breathe, baby.” He soothes, unable to stop touching you, like he’s got to prove to himself you’re safe. “You’re doing so good, just like that.” He says as you following his breathing.
And once everything has calmed down, and Tyler Toffoli has checked in on you guys, the three of you sit on the same bed. You can tell they want to say something, anything about how you basically flew for the door, but both of them know it’s not the time.
Will only keeps his arms around you, keeps you pressed into him as he takes a deep breath in and out.
“I thought he was going to get you.” You say, and you meet Will’s worried eyes. “I didn’t want him to hurt you. Either of you.”
“He didn’t, because of you.” Will says, kissing your temple for a long moment. “But this doesn’t mean that once we get out of this fucking hotel that I’m not going to lecture you about trying to stay in front of me.” Will says, and you roll your eyes with a small smile.
“That’s just what you do when you love someone.” You say.
But you and Will both think back to it, think about how Mack was the one to step in front of you both. How Mack reached his arm around to hold onto both of you as the man tried to breach the door.
“He wouldn’t have gotten to you.” Mack says. “You either.” He says looking at his best friend.
“Yeah?” Will says, still anxious, still on edge, but giving Mack his normal teasing tone and face.
“I’m Macklin Celebrini.” Mack says, with a wave of his hands. “I would have figured something out.”
And even though you can tell behind the jokes that Macklin is serious, that if it came down to it he would have thrown himself in the line of fire for you and Will, you both decide that something more light hearted is in store.
“You mean like how you got into a fight early because someone hit Eky?” You question, eyebrow raising.
And that seems do to the trick, because next thing you know Macklin has jumped into the detailed story, and you lay back against Will, his thumbs rub small circles into your skin. Like he needs to remind you he’s here.
“I love you.” He says into your ear.
“I love you more.” You whisper back, careful not to interrupt Mack as he’s deep in acting out what occurred on the ice.
“Not fucking possible.” He says back, his hand brushing your hair back as he kisses your temple again. Settling you deeper into him as you both give your focus back to Mack.
Prompt: after a night out for your best friend, your doorbell rings at 12:16am. outside is a very drunk sidney, who refused to go anywhere except your house
requested!
Your list of things to do tonight consists of, putting your pajamas on, ordering dinner in, and binging the rest of the tv show that your best friend told you was “the most dramatic thing he’s ever seen in his whole life.” Even though he binged ten episodes with you one night.
Not on your list of things to do tonight? Get said best friend dumped on your doorstep after he’s drank a bit too much while out with the team.
But how can you say no to him when you’re madly in love with him?
Sid:
Leaving with the guys, did your dinner come?
You:
Yes, it’s me, Chinese, and my show
Sid:
Maybe I’ll just come by you instead
You:
Go out with your team, captain
You smirk at the nickname, knowing it normally makes his face red when you call him that. And even in your crop top and shorts you feel hot at the thought, and you groan while trying to shove images of your best friend far from your mind.
It takes less than an hour for Sidney to text again, and you smirk when you read the messages.
Sid:
Not sure how well whiskey and the guys mix
You:
You sure it’s the guys it doesn’t mix well with? Or is it you
Sid:
Maybe a bit of both
Then, you’re just throwing away empty Chinese cartons when another text comes through.
Sid:
You’d tease Geno about his shirt tonight
You:
Why’s that?
You reply back, and laugh when you read his response.
Sid:
It’s got little penguins all over it
You smirk, laughing a bit as you type out your response.
You:
A bit on the nose, don’t you think?
Sid:
Maybe I’ll borrow it sometime
You:
That shirt is not allowed in my house
Sid:
So what happens if I come over wearing it?
You:
Who are you and what have you done with my stoic best friend?
Sid:
He’s me
You:
Well captain if you did, I’d make you take it off
Sid:
I’m going to borrow it
You bite your lip for a second, the flirting making your chest tighten in the best possibly way. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for you guys to do this, actually, it was very much in the ordinary. And each time you both get a bit less nervous about the things you say.
By 10pm, you’ve missed a few texts.
Sid:
This place is so loud, I’d much rather be watching you fawn over that guy in your tv show
Sid:
They have those fruity drinks you love
Sid:
Geno’s being an ass
Sid:
I’m definitely not being needy
You:
You? Needy? Never!
Sid:
Don’t make me come over there
You shake your head, sending Sidney a picture of yourself looking very unamused by that threat.
Sid:
Fuck
You:
You okay?
This response took a second, the bubble appearing, disappearing and appearing again before he responds with,
Sid:
Not after that picture
You:
Sid?
But he didn’t respond, not for a long while anyway. And you stare at the picture you sent, looking over your makeup free face, your black crop top, your shorts, the shine of your belly button piercing evident under the kitchen lights.
And it’s not until almost midnight that your phone lights up from him.
Sid:
Okay. Leaving
You:
Heading home?
Sid:
Home, yeah
You laugh, able to tell he’s obviously drunk, but you set your phone down on the counter top as you go to make tea. You’re deep in your own head when the doorbell rings. 12:16am, your stove tells you, and you furrow your brows at who the hell is at your house at this hour. But then your phone once again lights up.
Kris:
It’s us. Please open the door he’s getting heavy
You set everything down immediately, rushing towards the door as you unlock it and swing it open.
In front of you, on your front step, is Geno, Sid, and Kris. Both Geno and Kris’s arms holding Sidney up.
“Oh my.” You say, eyes widening at your best friend.
“Hi.” Sidney says, his eyes latching onto yours as he gives you a very drunk smile.
“Hi, Sid.” You say with a laugh, immediately moving to the side so Geno and Kris could bring him in.
“We tried.” Geno says, grunting as they haul him in and set Sidney onto your couch. “I say, Sid, we take you home now. He says no. Kris says, come on, you need sleep. He says no. Then he gives your address.”
Your gaze turns to Sid, who’s looking very flushed and very sheepish on your couch.
“I know it.” He says, tapping his temple, and Geno and Kris both look down so they don’t outright laugh at their very drunk captain.
You roll your eyes, walking towards the kitchen to grab him a glass of water, as you return his eyes travel from your face, down to your stomach. And they stay there.
“Sidney.” You say, and he moves, but his eyes stay glued in place. “My eyes are up here.” You say, and that breaks his concentration. “Were you just staring at my belly button piercing?” You ask with a laugh, and Sidney opens his mouth to respond, but it takes a second for words to come out.
“Yeah.” He finally says, no embarrassment behind it.
“You’ve seen it before you know.” You joke, thinking back to all the times you’ve been in a swimsuit or in a crop top during blistering hot summer days.
“Yeah.” He says, very seriously. “But usually I notice it and then I have to pretend I didn’t.”
The truth slips out and the three sober people all freeze. You bite back a laugh before turning to the two penguins players.
“Thank you for getting him here safely.” You say, and you follow Geno and Kris to the door.
“Text if he become worse.” Geno says, and you just smile and nod, closing the door gently behind them and locking it once more.
You head back to Sidney whose head is thrown back on your couch, his eyes closed.
“Sid.” You say gently, and he opens his eyes, blinking slowly trying to focus his vision.
“Let’s get you to bed.” You say, and he nods, before you reach out to help him stand. He stumbles almost immediately, and you plant your hand across his chest as you help steady him.
“Sorry.” He whispers, and you smile lightly, motioning for him to lean into you as much as he needs as you both slowly make your way to the bedroom.
He stares into the room as you make it past the door, and he gives out a heavy sigh.
“What?” You ask him, and he gives you a drunk smile.
“Smells good in here.”
“Smells like what?” You ask, helping him sit down on the edge of your bed.
“Home.” He says, his eyes so drunk and sparkly as he stares up at you.
Your heart squeezes, and for a second you want to lean down, to kiss his lips. But then you remind yourself that he’s drunk, and he’s your best friend. So you bite back your smile, hoping he doesn’t see it.
“Alright, you.” You say, motioning to his outfit. “Jacket off let’s go.”
He groans with a smile, but slowly starts removing his arms, he gets them stuck for a moment, and you hold the jacket still so he can fully pull his arms out.
“Shirt next.” You say, happy that the lights are dim in your bedroom so he doesn’t see the blush on your cheeks at your words. But you know there’s bound to be some sort of alcohol on his shirt, so it’s next to go.
His fingers fumble over the buttons, and he grunts in frustration.
“Y/N.” He says, looking at you again.
“Alright superstar, let me.” You say, your fingers moving down his chest, unbuttoning it carefully. You try your hardest to keep your eyes off of his chest, off of his abs, off of the chain you fantasize about more than you’d like to admit.
But you can tell Sidney is fully aware of you. Aware of your breathing, aware of your tongue wetting your lips as you work, aware of how his legs bracket you. And Sidney is so painfully aware that the person he’s in love with is undressing him, the shine of your piercing that he longs to kiss on his way down between your thighs is right in front of him.
“Arms.” You say, motioning for him to unfurl his grip from the edge of your bed so you could take the shirt off.
He listens to you, and you’re careful as you slide it off.
“Think you can manage your jeans?” You ask him, grabbing a spare set of shorts he left here one day, and handing them over.
“What if I say I can’t?” Sidney says, drunk confidence radiating off of him.
“Then I guess Geno can turn that car around and come help you.” You say in a teasing tone, one eyebrow raising in challenge.
Sidney laughs deeply, swaying a bit as he stands, and you turn around. You hear the shuffling, the unzipping of his jeans and the sound of soft swears as he gets the shorts on.
“Decent.” He says, and you turn around and blush instantly. The black shorts are tilted on his body. The hem pulled up high on his left side, while the right side sits very .. very .. low on his hips. His abs move as you stare, and your eyes trace the v-line leading down into his shorts.
“Jesus.” You say, and before you can even tell him to fix it, you find yourself doing it for him. You pull up one side, while lowering the other just a touch so the shorts sit horizontally on his hips.
“Sweetheart.” He mumbles, and you flush even worse at the nickname.
“Bed.” You say, only able to say one word due to how distracted you are. You pull down the comforter and sheet, and watch as Sidney slides in like he’s done it a thousand times. His face pressing down into your pillow, and a silly smile covers his lips.
“Smells like you.”
“So you’ve said.”
He hums, and you sigh.
“You need anything else?” You ask, pulling the comforter up a bit more.
“Where are you going?” He asks, sounding sad and panicked.
“The couch?” You respond with a question.
“No you’re not.” He says, and you laugh in a teasing way.
“Oh yes I am.”
“Stay.” He says, and the softness makes your knees buckle.
“Sid-“
“Please. Please stay.” He begs softly, and finally let out a sigh as you nod. Turning off one of the lights and crawling into your bed on the other side.
The sheets are cold, but you can feel his body heat radiating from where he’s laying. Sidney lasts all of five seconds before he’s pulling you towards him. One arm around your waist, the other curling into you along with the rest of him. This head lands on your chest, his legs beside yours under the sheets. And like you’ve done this a thousand times, like it was second nature, your arms go around him. One hand planting itself in his dark curls, the other stroking up and down his back.
Sidney shifts, cheek pressed against the soft fabric of your crop top, his hair brushing your chin.
“Your heart is beating fast.” He mumbles.
“That’s because you’re heavy.”
“No.” He says, calling you on your lie immediately. “You’re nervous.”
“You’re drunk and shirtless in my bed, Sid. I think I’m allowed to be a little nervous.” You say, and he is quiet for a moment. Before his body relaxes as you run your fingers through his curls slowly, scratching gently at his scalp.
“There you go.” You whisper, and your best friend melts further into you. You keep going, your other hand moving to rub into the muscles of his bare shoulder. And Sidney groans deeply into your chest. “Feels good?” You question, and Sid nods against your chest.
“Thank you.” He mumbles, his grip tightening slightly on your waist.
“Of course, superstar.” You whisper, and his shoulders shake once lightly before his breathing gets deeper, his fingers still holding you but a bit more relaxed than a few moments prior.
“Goodnight, Sidney.” You whisper, and with him in your bed, pressed against your chest, you both fall asleep, dreaming of what it would be like for this to be a regular thing.
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.
macklin celebrini x will smith hockey x reader - in this part, it's just macklin celebrini x reader
iii. apartment tour when you and mack live in it
rick checked the address again before he knocked on the door. yeah, this was a right building. he’ll have to figure out how mack and his roommate were able to afford such a nice place. god.
“hey, dad!” mack swung the door open way to hard. rick engulfed his son in a hug immediately. did he get taller? did 18-year-olds– damn, is his son 18? wow. did they keep growing taller?
“hey, bud, how are you settling on up here?”
“fine fine, we’re good, thanks for coming, how’s mum?”
he walked into the apartment and saw:
a sea of shoes by the door. he recognized mack’s two pairs of shoes– one of them being his slides. among many, many pairs of women's shoes. he can’t remember asking if the roommate mack described was a guy or a girl.
he shrugged off his coat… and started looking for a coat rack. “just put in on the chair” mack said, like it was normal. rick looked down. like it was normal to dump your coat over a chair. he draped it over the pile of coats. he knows he’s not supposed to walk in and start coddling mack. but really?
“let me show you arround!” mack was buzzing with excitement and child-like wonder.
“this is the living room.” rick stood before 4 mismatched pillows and the biggest bean bag he had ever seen. all surrounding a… really nice record player. where did a bunch of college students get that? sunlight from the windows eliminated the apartment, windows were everywhere. rick looked up. he could still see the wires that light fixtures were meant to connect to. ..and books. were. everywhere. they made up the makeshift coffee table – lord, think of the stains from mugs, these children don’t have coasters. they lined the walls, leaving gaps for the heaters and windows. not a single bookshelf in sight.
“and we don’t really know what to do with that space over there,” mack waves to the general direction of a gap in the corner of the apartment in between the living room corner and kitchen corner. “the dining area?” rick supplies, “what?” macklin asks, clueless. rick shook his head. macklin shrugged. he’ll learn. some day. well. he’ll have to. numerous white boards were propped up against the walls and jeez– the glass windows, filled with complicated math. must be the roommate’s. ‘cause it definitely isn’t mack’s. “it’s just a large thinking and working space for” what was that? the roommate’s name? the girl living with mack he didn’t know about? “and there’s enough space for all my hockey gear,” the gear he was speaking of was strewn in piles. and they stank. bad. who could possibly put up with this?
“my favorite part is the balcony,” mack pushed open 2 glass doors connected to the dining area and stepped out. a balcony? these kids had a balcony? rick’s first apartment when he was in college didn’t even have a window. mack proudly waved his arms around. “look at the view! we’re 8 floors high!”
“this is the kitchen, we don’t really use it, but it’s not moldy so.. that’s that” mack gestures in the general direction of a very nice kitchen. like as nice as the celebrini house’s kitchen back home. it was also pristine. not a stain. not a scratch. no one in this house cooked. well. at least they won’t lose their safety deposit. “it’s a really nice kitchen, mack” rick whistled low when he opened up the freezer to find an ice maker. an ice maker. in the apartment of a couple of college kids. okay he’ll really have to ask mack about how he could afford this place later. and then look up how much it would cost to install an ice maker in the fridge at home.
“and this is our decor, it makes the apartment feel homier,” mack said proudly, as if it were the epitome of adulthood. he pointed behind rick, who turned around to an empty hallway wall– well except for a polaroid of– he walked towards it to get a closer look. old eyes. damn. it was mack. attached to a girl. they were in a dark setting. holding red solo cups. it was a frat party. then something clicked. rick turned around. “is that your roommate?” “yeah!” rick nodded. “she’s amazing.” yeah. she was. kinda out of mack’s league, actually.
“lemme show you the room” mack set off before him again. excuse me. the room. THE room. mack pushed the already open door open further to a …massive bedroom. wow. the windows. the natural light. the view. “we haven’t really decorated yet but we’re just collecting any furniture we need as we go, know?” rick looked down to a king-sized mattress. with two pillows. one in a pillowcase he recognizes. the other in a pillowcase he’s never seen. with a duvet cover he’s never seen. at least there are sheets. and there isn’t a headboard. jesus. he looks away… to an open suitcase overflowing with women’s clothing. and some other clothing he doesn’t want to think about. school started 3 weeks ago. mack and the roommate.. apparently had 3 weeks to unpack and settle in. “the windows are nice, huh?” “yeah.” rick auto-replies. “and it’s so spacious,” “yeah.”
“come see my room,” okay, rick has hope as mack leads him out and into the already open door next to it. the room was smaller. less windo- it was empty. like mack’s 2 suitcases open on the floor and his clothes thrown around. and that was it. rick needs an aspirin. and a glass of water. did they even have glasses? he needs to sit down. on the floor. because these children had no chairs.
macklin celebrini x will smith hockey x reader - in this part, it's just will smith hockey x reader
ii. how you met will
huh, you haven’t introduced yourself yet. well, “hi, i’m” you turned around to put your hands on the shoulders, grazing your fingernails up the neck of the blonde guy you had been dancing with– grinding on.
a girl from your chemistry class, Rei, who you had trauma-bonded with because chemistry sucks invited you to a study group, and the study group turned into a lunch group, which turned into a going out group, and now you were frat hopping instead of studying. you’ll study tomorrow.
you realized that frat parties weren’t really that different from house parties in high school. it was just that this one was louder. and had better booze. cradling your solo cup, you scanned the room to see– a gorgeous guy. he was the epitome of gorgeous. the flashing multi-colored lights reflected on his defined cheekbones, his delicate jawline, with his dainty little nose. his bright blue eyes looked around the room, and wavy blonde hair bounced as his neck turned. damn. he must be the disney prince society tried to sell you on. frat parties are about meeting new people. so sold.
you downed the rest of your solo cup and waited for him to look in the direction of the kitchen island you were leaning against, making small talk with some guy whos name you couldn't hear. and waited. and waited. and waite– ok. hello. you made eye contact, smiled, waited for him to look you up and down, there it is, and when his eyes came back up to yours, you raised your eyebrow– i saw that, and walked to the middle of the living room turned dance floor.
“that’s a beautiful name,” blondie leaned down to your ear to whisper– or yell– it was a loud party. you could feel his warm breath on your ear.
will repeated your name, getting used to the sound of it rolling off his tongue. girls liked it when he did that. and then he introduced himself. “i’m will,” he yelled over the loud music– he got to make the playlist for this party– which, in the frat, was a big deal. it was a fantastic playlist. ok, it was called white girl wasted– but everyone here is vibing to it.
his hands traveled up and down the curve of your waist to the curve of your hips then back up, teasing under the hem of your soft dress, and back to your ass. “you wanna get out of here?” he wanted to get a better look at you. also the flashing lights were doing something to his eyes.
will listened closely for a response but couldn’t read your lips, but followed you when you dragged him to the kitchen where you opened a cabinet and pulled out your purse. ok.
“go on a walk with me,” will suggested. he needed to get out of the house and away from the music. his ears were ringing. and fresh air would help the two of you sober up.
“i just think that marner could use a change of pace, is all” you shrugged.
“but the leafs are his team, loyalty yknow?” will guffawed. he could see you much better with the street lights as you walked slowly. also his eyes had recovered.
you were warm as he rested his hand on your hip, and the skin of your arm that grazed him was soft and smooth. you had shiny dark hair that had reflected the flashing lights at the party and now the streetlights. and dark eyes the same dark chocolate color. your cheeks were round and rosey and you spoke with the bright spirit of a freshman who still retained their soul.
“maybe sometimes it’s good to move on when something has run its course, yknow?” you turned to him “i think he needs a new locker room that didn’t have so much …history”
“i guess he was under a lot of pressure there,” will mused.
“do you play hockey?” you turned to ask him.
“yes, yes i do play. i’m on the team here,” will nodded. “do you?”
“uh huh, practice starts next week, i’m looking forward to it” you nodded, smiling.
“we should practice together sometimes, a friendly one v one, even,” wow your dress was really soft. silk, maybe? with lace on the bottom and the top. it was also small. really small. you were a head shorter than him.
you stopped walking in front of a nice building. “you wanna come up for a drink?” oh you live here. wow. “my roommate is out this weekend,”
“sure,”
“take off your shoes, you can just leave them anywhere, and your coat can go on the chair,” will followed the way you kicked off your heels and let them sit in a pile of the rest of your shoes and put his coat on top of yours that was piled on a chair.
the apartment was massive, with windows that almost reached the ceiling that let in light from the street. this is the living room, you gestured to a circle of pillows, a record player, and enough books to fill a library. “wheres your couch?”
“we just sit on the pillows or lay in bed,” you answered like it was completely normal.
you walked by the empty space that will guessed was supposed to be the dining area… which was turned into a hockey equipment storage pile and also a workspace for wow… hard math. massive whiteboards were on the floor and leaned against the walls, all covered in math.
“can i offer you cookies and milk?” you walked into the kitchen that was much nicer than the kitchen they had back in the frat house and opened the fridge …that only had 2 blue gatorades, a jug of milk, and an opened box of cookies from the fancy bakery.
“sure,” will answered. he wondered when the last time he had cookies and milk before bed was.
will woke up the next morning to light. everywhere. he opened his eyes– ok, the hangover was manageable– to the light from like 2 walls of windows in the bedroom. and also you laying on his chest, asleep. nice. the bed was comfy.
his stomach started to grumble. really loudly. please dont wake up. you shifted and then your eyes pried open. fuck. this is embarrassing. “morning,” damage control. girls love his morning voice.
you yawned. “you wanna go somewhere for breakfast?” you asked, and he could feel your lips moving from the way you were laying on him. “or do you still want the cookies and milk?”
macklin celebrini x will smith hockey x reader - in this part, it's just macklin celebrini x reader
i. how mack became your roommate
“on campus or off-campus housing?” macklin celebrini’s brain short-circuited. his college advisor– well the bu ice hockey coach had reached out to him and told him that everything would be ok and that he could just show up on orientation and he would be situated.
“i.. uh..”
“mr. celebrini, i’m sorry, but the line is long,” the advisor reminded him as they clicked their pen in a way that was not helping him think.
“i don’t have anywhere to live”
“i can put you on the dorm waiting list,” keyboard clacking. “you’re be 75th on the line,” more keyboard clacking, “there’s a bulletin board over there,” the pen directs him to the back of the room where the largest bulletin board macklin had ever seen was overflowing with flyers, “you can find somewhere there.”
“yeah, thank you,” macklin remembered to breathe again, grabbed his schedule, his backpack, and stood up from the chai-
“mr. celebrini, we’re not done yet, you still need your ID and textbook list.”
“oh, sorry.” fuck.
“no”
“what” mack yelled back to the door. this was the listing on the first flyer he pulled off the bulletin board. it was the only one with an open-house viewing. the only contact listed was an instagram account to dm.
he had said that he would be there at 11:20. 30 minutes ago. he had missed the right subway stop and realized 4 stops later. then he got lost in the neighborhood.
“is there an apartment for rent here?” he yelled louder.
a padding noise came from inside the apartment.
and the door swung open to the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. your eyes were so dark he could see his reflection in them. the curve of your nose pointed up in an adorable way. and the tips of the top of your lips below your nose, what was it called? they were also adorable. was their a fan blowing your hair? oh. it was from the swing of the door.
“hey, you must be mack, sorry about that,” you turned around and walked back into the apartment, leaving mack to hold the door open and follow you in, “i’m…” you introduced yourself over your shoulder, “and take your shoes off.” mack scrambled to toe his shoes off and left them by the door, careful to not trick over your heels and other shoes scattered around the entryway.
“so sorry, i’m in a rush, im supposed to be heading somewhere soon,” you explained with a dazzling– ok, kind smile as you opened the empty fridge.
“sorry, i missed by stop on the train,” mack rubbed his neck nervously.
“it’s okay, these things happen all the time,” you smiled again. and then you pulled some kitchen cabinets and drawers open. mack was distracted by the way your short, silky dress swooshed following the sway of your hips.
he cleared his throat to make sure he wouldn’t do something embarrassing like crack his voice. “can you say that again?”
“i said, i haven’t found any mold yet,” you started walking again,
“this is the living room,” you pointed to the other side of the apartment. there were piles of books lining the walls with gaps for the massive windows. there were more books than mack had ever seen in his life. there were 4 pillows and a beanbag on the floor, all surrounding a record player.
“and this is the bedroom,” your voice echoed from down the hall.
you opened the door to a bedroom and gestured for him to go in. he caught a whiff of your vanilla perfume and flashed you a suave smile as he slipped by you.
he took a glance around– aircon, a wall of windows, wonderful. he turned back to you. “wheres your room?”
your next smile was the most beautiful he had seen so far. you nudged your head rolled off the doorframe directly into the next door. mack walked into a–
“what the hell?” he turned to face you.
he turned back to look around your room, with 2 walls of windows, it must have been one and half times thee size of his room. “did you give me your spare closet?” there was a king-sized mattress and 3 suitcases open all on the floor.
“what can i say, early bird”
“would we be splitting the rent 50/50?” mack turned back to see you only to find that you had come to stand closer to him. too close to him. well, was there ever a ‘too’ close?
“yeah, but you can use my record player,” you shrugged, smiling up at him. your nose bridge scrunched when you did that.
mac put his finger on his chin, pretending to think. “doesn’t seem like a good deal to me.”
“and you can borrow my books.” you inched closer. mack could see your shoulders move up and down as you breathed.
mack returned your smile. or maybe he was already smiling.
important reminder that most people you follow online are significantly lamer than you think they are including me. and if you feel insecure comparing yourself to someone online: DON'T. theyre probably also lame and weird. most people on the internet are
eiffel in love
macklin celebrini x crosby!reader
social media au
note: collab w @abilouwrites! go follow her and check out her toff!reader and sam dickinson stuff, it's the best! and so is she (: this was so much fun <3
y/n.toffoli the best travel buddy ever!
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y/n.crosby loved sharing a row with you!
user1 where were sam and macklin?
y/n.toffoli idk
y/n.crosby why does that matter
samdickinson4 if anyone's wondering mack and i were 4 rows away
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mackcelebrini they didn't even get us seats near them 💔
y/n.toffoli boo hoo cry about it
user2 the only friends ever
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user3 the offseason is clearly treating them well
user4 oh to be a wag and have a wag best friend ):
sanjosesharks Power couple is on the move!
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user5 are they talking about mack and croz or sam and toff
y/n.toffoli ur funny
y/n.crosby obv talking abt me and toff
sanjosesharks Yeah, obviously.
mackcelebrini can't wait to third wheel my gf
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samdickinson4 same boat
user6 this is actually the funniest thing ever
y/n.crosby
🎵 Un p'tit baiser • Vanessa Paradis
y/n.crosby dream trip with my favorite people!
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mackcelebrini the prettiest girl in the city of love
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y/n.crosby my love!!
y/n.toffoli eiffel for you in paris (:
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y/n.crosby i'm so glad i met you <3
user7 are sam and mack just third wheeling this entire france trip?
samdickinson4 basically
y/n.toffoli they love it though
user8 are sam and mack drinking???
user9 it's legal in france chill
user10 literally the most aesthetic girl on the planet
mackinnon29 Looks like so much fun! Your dad and I are jealous.
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y/n.crosby awww! miss you guys so much <3
mackinnon29 We miss you too baby girl.
sanjosesharks The best duo ever!
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samdickinson4 my girlfriend's girlfriend
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y/n.crosby
🎵 Florence • Malcolm Todd
y/n.crosby the city of love with the love of my life 🥖❣️
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mackcelebrini i have the best gf in the whole wide world 😻
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y/n.crosby shoutout to sidney crosby for introducing us!
y/n.toffoli you guys are the cutest couple ever
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samdickinson4 what are we then
user11 the baguette emoji in the caption 😭
user12 they're so cute i can't
sanjosesharks Hockey royalty takes on Europe!
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samdickinson4 wait... mack, you have a girlfriend? why didn't you tell me? i thought what we had was special... this is unbelievable.
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y/n.crosby you have no idea how funny this is at 3 am
aidencelebrini ts tuff 🔥
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mackcelebrini i'm the luckiest guy in the world
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samdickinson4 beg to differ
y/n.toffoli sam omg
y/n.crosby no he's right
mackcelebrini hello??
a/n: everybody say thank you to lou because she's the one who had this idea so yayyy lou!! thank you allm for reading and i hope everyone enjoys this (:
humbly requesting bf!mack teasing southern!reader for like stereotypical southern stuff (accent, sayings, etc.) but getting protective when other ppl do it even tho she doesn't rly care and just laughs it off
Y’all - Macklin Celebrini
Fluff blurb below the cut
“Hey,” Macklin’s green eyes sparkled as they met yours. “Can you say something for me?”
Your brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“I saw this thing on TikTok,” he waved his hand. “And I wanna try it out. Just read this out loud for me.”
You pulled your face back slightly, eyes adjusted to the phone screen now shoved in your face. “Five bowls of boiling oil?” You read aloud, accent thick with confusion.
A gummy smile cracked across Mack’s face. “Fayhv bohls ah boolin ool.” He mimicked.
“Oh what’s so funny?” You grumbled, rolling your eyes.
“Nothing,” he giggled, arms wrapping around your shoulders from behind to pull you flush to his chest. “I just like your accent and funny little sayings.”
“Like your accent is any better.” Schooling your face you gave your best attempt at a Canadian accent. “Full sender bud. Pick me up a double double at the Timmy’s, it’s only a couple clicks down the road.”
“For one, I don’t sound like that. And, for two, you’re the one always coming up with funny little sayings.”
You turned in his loose grip to face him. “What do you mean ‘funny little saying’?”
“When you had that netting at work the other day, and you were ‘nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs’. Or when you said dicky was ‘couldn’t pour water out of a bottle with the instructions on the heel’.” His attempt at your accent was far worse than your attempt at his.
“You keep teasing me like that and you’ll find yourself up shits creek without a paddle.” You warned, voice wavering with laughter.
Macklin erupted into giggles, pulling you tight against him once again.
“You know,” you started once he had calmed back down. “Your sure always got a lot to say but whenever Smitty says something you decide that you’re the only one who’s allowed to tease me.”
His expression softened, eyes still sparkling. “‘Cause you know I love you, and you know I wouldn’t want you any other way. I don’t want people who don’t know you like that to make you feel bad. The last thing I want is for you to change.”
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.
