about me ˙⋆✮ sav. she/her. twenties. romcom girly. lara jean covey enthusiast. boybands. don toliver. gold jewelry. vanilla perfume. autumn. baking. blowouts. moon & star girl. aperol spritz. book worm. iced coffees. thought daughter. dog lover.
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about me ˙⋆✮ sav. she/her. twenties. romcom girly. lara jean covey enthusiast. boybands. don toliver. gold jewelry. vanilla perfume. autumn. baking. blowouts. moon & star girl. aperol spritz. book worm. iced coffees. music lover. dog lover.
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synopsis: the one where y/n meets will smith for the first time
pairing: will smith x reader
wc: 3.5k
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you hated flying. not because you were scared of it, you’ve flown enough times in your life that the actual plane part didn’t bother you anymore. it was everything that came with it that you despised.
the waiting and sitting still, the inability to distract yourself no matter how hard you tried. the literal fact that you were thousands of feet in the air with absolutely nothing to do except sit with your own thoughts which unfortunately for you, were currently running a mile a minute.
your fingers tapped lightly against the armrest as you stared out the window at the view of endless clouds which normally you thought was beautiful but today it just reminded you how far away from home you were.
you look down at your phone again to the email that was still open. you knew every single word at this point. you knew the date of your meeting, the time, the building, the names of the advisors you would be speaking with.
you knew everything.
and yet somehow your brain kept convincing you that maybe if you reread it enough times, you’d find something you missed that would make you feel more prepared.
something that could possibly stop the nerves from crawling up your chest. you’re constantly trying to tell yourself it’s fine, that everything will be okay.
except your mind really doesn’t believe that it’s fine.
five years ago, this was exactly where you wanted to be. you remembered being eighteen and sitting in your bedroom, mapping out your entire future like you had some kind of guarantee that everything would work out exactly the way you planned.
you thought the hardest part would be getting here. the degree and applications and the endless nights where you questioned if you were actually good enough.
you had done all of that and gotten through it but now that the opportunity was finally sitting right in front of you, all you could think about was everything that could go wrong which makes you feel upset with yourself.
because you’ve spent years preparing for this. you knew you were qualified and you knew you deserved to be there but knowing something and actually believing it were two completely different things.
your stomach twists with anxiety and then because apparently your brain needed something else to stress about, you remembered you were staying at will’s place.
somehow that still felt nerve racking. you had no problem staying with grace. grace has been your best friend since you were kids.
you’ve slept over at the smith house more times than you could count. you’ve had dinners there, helping colleen and bill set up the plates and get the food out on the table and even spent weekends there whenever your schedule cleared up with school and work.
that house felt familiar.
but will?
will was different because he had always just been there but never actually there.
you knew of him and about him. you knew every accomplishment because grace would tell you about her younger brother with so much pride.
you were aware of how hard he worked and how much he loved hockey and how seriously he took everything. you and will had somehow spent years existing in the same circle without ever actually meeting and now you were going to be sleeping under the same roof as him for over a week.
you covered your face with your hands, huffing to yourself.
why did grace have to be so good at convincing people?
-
when the plane lands, you felt like you could finally breathe again.
well, kinda.
now the nerves had shifted. before it was the flight, now it was everything else.
you grabbed your suitcase from baggage claim and start scanning the crowd. you didn’t even have to look for long because you hear her before you see her.
“y/n!”
you barely had time to turn around before grace was wrapping her arms around you pulling you into a tight hug.
“hi to you too.”
she pulls away, grin resting on her face. “i missed you.”
“we just talked yesterday.” you tease, shaking your head to which she rolls her eyes.
“yeah but over the phone. just say you missed me too.”
“yeah yeah, i missed you too grace.”
and just like that, some of the tension in your shoulders ease because that was grace. she could make everything feel normal.
behind her stood colleen and bill. the moment you walked over, colleen pulled you into a hug.
“it’s been too long y/n! how was the flight?”
“it was good.”
she pulls away, giving you a small squeeze before letting bill pull you into a hug.
“did you at least get some sleep?”
you smile sheepishly which was more than enough of an answer for the both of them.
“y/n— you need to rest up!”
“i know, i will tonight.”
“you better.”
you huff, brushing your hair out of your face turning to look at grace who just shrugs in response. bill and colleen have always treated you like a third child hence why you’re always getting the stern parent talk even when yours aren’t around.
bill smiles, reaching down to grab your suitcase from you.
“ready to go?”
you nod but then the realization of where you were getting ready to go to hits you.
will’s place.
“wait.”
you pause, swallowing quickly to get rid of the nerves. “are you— are you sure this is okay?”
colleen sighs, shaking her head at the words that leave your mouth.
“y/n, honey we’ve talked about this countless times before you even got onto your flight. it’s more than okay.”
“i know but—”
“no buts.”
“i just don’t want to be in the way.”
bill stares at you in disbelief, “you’re not in the way.”
“but you’re here for will.”
“you’re also family too y/n; you always have been.”
you open your mouth to retaliate but quickly shut it once you see colleen give you that classic mom glare to which she nods in contentment when she notices it still do its charm back from yours and graces teenage years.
“now let’s go.”
the drive was beautiful, that was the first thing you noticed. you have never been to san jose before and everything looked different from home.
the streets and buildings and the weather, everything felt unfamiliar and new which was exciting yet terrifying all at once knowing that this could be the city that you’ll be living in if it all works out in your favour.
you sit in the backseat beside grace while she talked about random things. mostly stuff that had happened at home to which you tried listening to but your mind kept wandering.
what would will be like?
would it be awkward?
would he think you were some annoying chick intruding?
would he regret saying yes?
your fingers twisting nervously at the rings until grace places a hand on top of yours to stop the fidgeting. you look up at her as she gives you a sweet comforting smile, squeezing your hand tight.
“you’re okay.” she reassures, voice firm in a way where you can tell she’s trying to make any doubt in your mind disappear.
when you all eventually pull up outside will’s apartment, your heart starts hammering against your chest which was crazy work because he’s literally just a fucking boy.
you’ve dealt with way more countless stressful interviews and presentations during university for your program but somehow walking up to meet someone you’ve technically known about for years felt oddly more worse.
he’s already standing outside, a hat sitting backwards on his head. his blonde hair which peaked out from underneath looked longer than the last time you saw it in a picture grace sent a couple of months ago. his hands shoved in the pocket of his sweatpants.
everyone’s quick to climb out of the car and walk over to will, sharing hugs as you quietly trudge behind watching from a distance. you watch colleen place a kiss against his cheek to which he grins mumbling a quick ‘mom’ as he makes eye contact with you, cheeks turning a light shade of pink realizing you probably caught the interaction.
“hi, y/n right?”
“yeah.”
he smiles, nodding his head. “i’m will.”
you let out a small laugh, “i know.”
the second the words leave your mouth, your eyes widen. that probably sounded so bitchy.
“i mean— not like that. like, i know that you’re will because yeah.”
oh my god.
stop fucking talking.
you’re so fucking embarrassing.
will laughs watching you with an amused expression, “yeah, i know what you meant.”
your face felt like its on fire, not even five minutes into meeting the guy and you already can’t speak and possibly sounded like a bitch.
nice going y/n.
“thanks for letting me stay, i really appreciate it.”
“yeah, of course.”
“and i’m sorry.”
you watch as wills eyebrows scrunch up in confusion, “for what?”
“for invading your space.”
realization scatters on his face as he smiles, shaking his head.
“you know, grace warned me about this. but hey— i mean it. you’re not bothering me.”
once you hear it from him, you feel the tension ease down a bit. before you can say anything else, will reaches down and grabs your suitcase.
“i’ll show you to your room.”
you nod as you trail behind him. he leads you to a room down at the end of the hallway. the room was perfect, minimalistic but still comforting in a way which felt like home.
“hope this is okay.”
you smile, “more than okay. thank you, again will.”
he gives you a soft smile, leaning against the side of the door arms crossed and for a split second you felt your face heat up at the way he was looking at you but you brush it off blaming the nerves.
“of course, i’ll let you settle in.”
and with that he slightly shuts the door behind him before heading back to the rest of the family.
-
you’ve barely unpacked your suitcase when grace knocks on the door, not waiting for a response before bursting in and launching herself on the bed next to you.
“soooo.”
you look up at her, confused but knowing her tone it was going to probably be some stupid teasing comment.
“so what?”
“thoughts?”
“thoughts on what?”
“my brother, duh.” she says like it’s the most obvious question.
you squint your eyes at her, trying to figure out what she’s implying at. sometimes the words that leave her mouth have different kinds of interpretation if you don’t know her well enough.
“what about him?”
“i told you he’d be nice, you were out there stirring up a whole storm for no reason.”
you grab the nearest pillow and chuck it at her, shaking your head biting back a smile.
“leave me alone.”
grace squeals, reaching up to pat down her hair before focussing her attention towards your suitcase. “any goods in there?”
you raise your eyebrow in confusion, “goods?”
she sighs, “you’re really slow today aren’t you?”
you gasp, swatting her shoulder as she giggles reaching in your suitcase at your folded clothes. “anyways— i was talking about some sexy tops. you’re in san jose for crying out loud. did you really think all you’re going to do for a week is focus on this interview for all seven days?”
you shrug as she reaches in pulling out a low cut burgundy top, smirking slightly before winking at you. “now that’s what i’m talking about. if you got em, flaunt them.”
you laugh, rolling your eyes at your friend before pulling the rest of the stuff from your suitcase as grace begins to help you. it was moments like this that brought even the slightest amount of relaxation to this the entire trip.
the bickering, the jokes back and forth, just being face to face with your best friend rather than seeing her from a phone screen. it made everything seem like it would be okay— even if it was for those few minutes you spent missing the moment while it was happening right in front of you.
“mom and dad want everyone ready by six, by the way.”
you hum, tilting your head in confusion. “for?”
“family dinner.”
family.
before you could overthink anything, grace catches the look on your face giving you the same stern glance that colleen gave you earlier back at the airport.
“you’ve always been family, y/n. don’t forget that now.”
grace and colleen always had a way with their words, making it always seem so convincing that it hits you right at the heart strings. makes you forget why you were even overthinking it in the first place.
“now get dressed, take a shower because yikes— you really need it.”
your jaw drops open in shock. “grace, get out.”
she laughs loudly, snickering as she shoots up from the bed and makes a beeline towards the door before you had the chance to chuck the pillow in her direction again.
-
by the time you were showered and changed and at the restaurant you were drained and starving.
you sat between grace and colleen, directly across from will which you were very hyper aware about in the moment but then he seemed to be surprising you more and more as the dinner went on.
you expected him to be on his phone for most of the dinner, aimlessly scrolling through hockey reels or texting his friends but instead his phone stayed locked beside him as he engaged with everyone at the table.
any time that anyone spoke at the table, his gaze would immediately follow and his entire attention would shift towards them. he asked questions and remembered the little details and followed up on stories.
you weren’t exactly sure why that surprised you. maybe it was because you spent years seeing him as this supposed basic hockey player in your head. an athlete everyone was proud of and him knowing that and being completely cocky about it and never thought about anything else besides that, but you were so wrong.
he genuinely cared and that stood out to you more than anything else.
you listen to all the different conversations happening around you, your gaze subconsciously drifting towards will without you realizing a couple of times.
“what about you, y/n?”
your head snaps up at that because you knew exactly where this conversation was about to go.
oh no.
“the scholarship interview.”
you force a smile, “what about it?”
bill grins at you from the across the table. “are you excited about it?”
your stomach twists, it was as if all the nerves you tried to leave behind back at home all followed you right away and wrapped themselves tightly around you.
“yeah, there’s not much to talk about though.”
you reach for the ring on your finger, twisting it around nervously.
“that’s not true.”
“it kinda is.”
“cmon now kiddo,”
you let out a soft nervous chuckle, shaking your head. “it’s just a meeting.”
grace snorts beside you, “y/n, you’ve been stressing about this for months.”
“thank you for exposing me.”
“you’re very welcome.”
you force another laugh, hoping nobody is nothing the knot that is forming in your stomach. the twisting of the ring on your finger gets faster.
“you’ll do amazing honey.” colleen coos from beside you, squeezing your leg as reassurance.
that’s what people expected. people expected you to do amazing.
you fingers kept twisting the ring in circles, you probably lost count of how many times it’s probably made laps around your finger.
that’s when you felt it, someone looking at you.
you lift your head up, your eyes locking with wills from across the table. his gaze drops briefly towards your hands then back up. he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t call attention to it.
instead, will gives you a small nod. almost like his way of saying ‘hey, it’s okay just breathe’ and something about that made you stop, your fingers stilled and his expression softens before he smiles at you.
-
the traffic on the way back home was bad. grace climbed into the back seat first and you followed behind and then will which left you sandwiched in between both siblings.
you buckled yourself in, trying not to take up extra space and feel awkward as you feel wills thigh press slightly up against yours.
grace talked enough for the the three of you to which you contributed occasionally. you mostly just stared out the window, admiring the view until exhaustion finally caught up to you.
your eyes felt heavy, you barely slept the flight and the night before due to all of the stress and anxiety. you blink trying to keep yourself awake for the rest of the ride home but sooner than you know it, the blinks get slower and then you fall asleep.
“right y/n?”
graces questions fall through and she frowns when she doesn’t hear you answer and turns her head, grinning hard as her hand comes up to mouth.
“oh my god, mom.”
colleen turns around and lets out a giggle at the sight. somehow, at some point during the drive your head had fallen directly on wills shoulder.
will glances down then looks back up at grace.
“don’t.”
“but will—“
“grace.”
she clamps her mouth shut, rolling her eyes.
“she’s exhausted.”
“i know.”
“then leave her alone.”
grace looks at her brother offended, “can’t believe you thought i’d wake her up.”
will rolls his eyes at his older sister, looking down at you once more before leaning his head against the car window.
the next thing you know was someone gently shaking your shoulders to wake you. your eyes blink open, still confused and filled with sleep. for a moment, you forgot where you were and then it all hits you.
your head wasn’t resting against the seat, it was against a shoulder and not even graces— it was wills.
you shot upright so fast, you almost smack your head against the roof. your hand flies to your mouth as you look at will in shock and embarrassment. “oh my god— shit i’m so sorry i’m so sorry.”
will looks at you, smile resting on his face completely unbothered by the situation.
“it’s okay.”
you stare at him in disbelief, “i— what? this is so embarrassing.” you mumble, mortified.
colleen turns around, letting out a giggle before looking at the both of you. “i mean— at least we know that will does make a great pillow.”
grace snickers beside you, and you feel your cheeks heat up as you turn your head to face will who just laughs, his bunny teeth fully showing.
you were never living this down.
the car comes to a stop and you’re practically shoving at graces back wanting nothing more but out of that vehicle.
“quit shoving.” she huffs as she straightens her jacket. you roll your eyes, climbing out behind her almost tripping over your own feet but balancing yourself before you fell face first on the concrete.
“careful, will isn’t beside you to hoist you up.” she teases before running up to catch up with colleen who was already almost to the doors. your jaw drops as you curse her in your mind.
oh she’s definitely using this to her advantage.
-
you stand in bathroom beside grace taking off your makeup. you’re both changed up and getting ready for bed. for a while, neither of you said anything which should have been your first warning sign because grace was never quiet.
you look up and catch her eye in the mirror, she was staring with a smile resting on her face.
“what?”
“nothing.”
“why are you looking at me like that?”
she grins slowly, still wiping away at the makeup on her face. “you looked pretty comfortable.”
you fucking knew it.
“dude— don’t start.”
“for someone who was stressing of staying at my brothers place—“
“grace.”
“you sure seemed comfortable using him as a pillow.”
you almost drop the face wash that you were holding in your hand, giving her a dirty look trying not to laugh at the way she was looking at you.
“shut up oh my god.”
“just a friendly observation.”
“zip it.”
grace giggles, as she returns her focus back on removing her makeup. you stare at her for a second longer before squeezing some of your face wash in your hand and emulsifying it before applying it to your face.
your eyes catch graces again who seemed way too pleased with herself.
“this week is going to be fun.”
and for some reason— that comment made your stomach flip for reasons that had absolutely nothing to do with the scholarship anymore.
Hey girl!! Just wanted to check in and make sure your doing okay. Send your positive energy and hugs 💖
hey angel!
thank you for checking in, means sm to me! it’s been a rough and bumpy month and half for me unfortunately, usually i’m able to snap out the slump and get it together but this one is really out to drown me :/ reading this warms my heart, i hope you know how much this made my day. sending you the positive energy and hugs right back lovey, i appreciate you so much🥹🩷
i wish i could listen to strangers by ethan cain for the first time again— whenever the bridge plays i literally have to close my eyes and brace for the impact bc now im sick
i love it when i’m having the worst slump ever in my life and the first thing i can think of every single time is the unhealthy coping mechanism i’ve been fighting so hard to keep behind in my high school and early university days🫠
i don’t think i’m ever getting out of this slump— i think i’ll never be okay, i’ll always feel this heaviness in my chest and that scares me so much (you’re my diary)
i love it when i’m having the worst slump ever in my life and the first thing i can think of every single time is the unhealthy coping mechanism i’ve been fighting so hard to keep behind in my high school and early university days🫠
