SOUL TIED WILL SMITH
Summary: The game in Boston gives you a chance to meet more of Will’s friends and catch up with his family. Though, he didn’t anticipate having to go full PDA mode in the family suite.
Warnings: cursing, jealous but fluffy Will
Requested: Yes! “Can you write a fic about Will Smith just getting absolutely jealous of people flirting with his girl?”
Word count: 1.7k
You knew this night meant a lot to Will. Returning home, playing in Boston, getting to see his family friends again in the place he called home for so long.
You flew in the day before the game, you and Will going to a late lunch after the morning skate.
“You excited for tonight?” you ask as you sip your sweet tea.
“I’m over the moon. This is a chance of a lifetime,” he's beaming. You'd beg to say that his eyes are shining brighter now than they did on your first date. And you'd never hold that against him.
Because long before he had you, he had hockey. He had a dream, and you never wanted or expected him to choose between you and said dream.
“I can't wait to see your family again. It's been a while. I want to catch up and tell them all of the ridiculous things you do when they aren’t watching,” you quipped, taking another bite of your salad before your entree got there.
“Oh yes, because you bossing me around half the time and me being stubborn about it but doing it anyway is just so ridiculous,” he grumbles with a roll of his eyes.
“You like it,” you grin, eyebrow raised at him.
“Whatever,” he concedes, looking around the small cafe, but you can see the smile that reaches his eyes.
You stand in front of the cafe, getting ready to part ways. The way he's looking at you has butterflies fluttering around your chest, your heart jumping in the best of ways.
“I'll see you tonight?” he asks hopefully as his hands reach out to find you.
“Of course. I'll get with your parents and find them later,” you reply, hands slipping into his with ease, like you'd done a million times before.
“I'll see you after the game,” he says, firmly, no question.
“Yes you will,” you reply, and he pulls you in, laying a sweet kiss to your temple. “Have fun and good luck.”
He doesn't say anything back, just turns your face so he can give a quick kiss before you two part ways.
He's only a few yards from you when he looks over his shoulder.
“Be careful, gorgeous,” he teases, but you know that there's a level underneath full of seriousness. You were a woman. In a big city. Alone.
He knows you would be okay, but that doesn't stop him from worrying.
“I'll text you when I get back to the hotel!” you toss over your shoulder as you begin to walk in the other direction.
“Thank you!” he yells, and you just shake your head, grinning at your shoes.
When you finally reach your hotel room, you flop onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. You don’t bother taking your coat or shoes off, just keeping your legs dangling so as to not get the sheets dirty at all.
You send a text off to Will, to let him know you made it back alright, and to Colleen, wanting to get a rough idea of what her plans are for the family suite Will has for his family and friends.
As you wait for her response, you finish up a few remote things for work before turning email notifications off. You look at the time, and it’s only 2.
To kill time, you take an everything shower, taking extra time on styling your hair, exfoliating twice. You turn on music and dance around as you grab your outfit for tonight.
As you make your way to the lobby, where Colleen, Bill, and Grace are waiting, your hands tremble. You’ve met his family dozens of times, but tonight is more than his immediate family. It’s his extended family, and friends that he’s known so long that they’re basically family.
Grace embraces you once she sees you step out of the elevator, gushing over how much she’s missed hanging out and talking with you, making a slight blush tint your cheeks.
“Y/N, sweetie, how are you?” Colleen asks, giving you the next hug.
“Good. Excited for tonight.”
“I have a feeling it’ll be a fun game,” she says, and when she steps back, Bill gives you a smile and a nod.
“Hi Bill, good to see you too,” you say, and he replies with a ‘likewise’.
Traffic on the way to The Garden is horrendous. People weaving in and out of lanes, people cutting others off, cars backed up for miles.
It’s a relief when the car is finally in park and you can get out. You stretch your legs, grabbing your bag and following Bill toward the entrance.
The suite is nicer than you expected. And has way more people already standing there than you thought would be here, especially with it being relatively early.
You try mingling with people, but you end up standing awkwardly on the outskirts of the room, holding a glass of water.
“Hi. What’s your name?” you hear from beside you, and you don’t know how to react. You see a guy who looks like he’s about Will’s age.
“H-Hi. I’m Y/N.”
And you figured it would just be the one guy. But then you’re surrounded by a sea of who you assume are former teammates of Will’s.
But there’s one guy that is just giving you the wrong vibe completely. He introduced himself as a friend of one of Will’s friends. You can’t remember, and don’t really care to remember, this guy’s name. He’s persistent. Trying to get you to talk, following you around the suite as you try to get away from him.
When the game starts, you sit by Grace and try to watch the game. But the nagging feeling of the guy watching you is making you shift uncomfortably in your seat. You forget about it briefly when Will scores, and you’re on your feet, celebrating the milestone for Will. But the feeling sinks deeper and settles in your bones, making your stomach drop.
The Sharks lose the game, but Will walks away with third star, so it wasn’t all bad. And when he gets to the suite, hair wet from the shower, smile plastered on his face, all you can think about is Will Will Will.
He hugs his family, says hi to former teammates, and you watch as you hang back, waiting for him to come to you.
But before that can happen, the guy that’s been bugging you all night is right in your line of sight, taking away your view of Will.
“So are you a friend of Grace’s? I think I would’ve met you before. You’re really hot and I think you should give me your number so we can go out.”
This guy is shameless. You’d love nothing more than to shove him to the ground. But he keeps talking. And as you stare at the center of his forehead, spacing out as he rambles on, Will watches the entire scene from where he stood to give Grace a hug.
“What’s going on there?” he asks Grace, trying to catch up on what he seems to have missed.
“No clue. He’s been bothering her all night. She’s not really talked this entire time because he’s being weird.”
“Well that’s about to change,” Will says, tone rough, pissed off. Grace tries to stop him, but it’s no use. No one flirts with his girl, makes her uncomfortable, and definitely doesn’t do all of it in front of him.
“Hey pretty,” Will says with a force in his voice you haven’t heard before. The guy looks confused, and slightly scared, but Will doesn’t care.
He grabs your jaw gently, turning your face, and you don’t fight it. You have no time to question what he’s doing before his lips are planted firmly on yours.
If there was any doubt or question about who you were before, there isn’t now. Because you can feel the pairs of eyes on you two. It feels like practically everyone in the room is staring at you.
“Will,” you try to murmur against his lips, but it’s largely muffled by the intensity and sheer fervor in which his lips move against yours. Eventually, you press your hand to his chest, pushing him back. When his eyes meet yours, they’re glistening with pure love and adoration.
When you look back to where the creepy guy once stood, he’s no longer there, and you couldn’t be more grateful.
“Hi,” you whisper as he wraps his arms around you, his cheek pressed against your temple as his head rests against yours. You feel the heat radiating off of his face, feel the remnants of water in his curls from his shower, droplet rolling down your cheek. You don’t move to wipe it off. You feel the thump of his heartbeat trying to regulate after the game. You just close your eyes and take in the weight of him against you.
“Hey.”
“I’m sorry you lost, but you got on the board, got points, got a star. I’m proud of you Will.”
“Thank you gorgeous,” he’s leaning in to give you another kiss, but you’re sure to keep it short.
“Get a little jealous, did we?” you poke fun at his zealousness.
“Of course. With you, of course I am. You’re gorgeous. Way outta my league. Gotta keep a hold on you while I still can.”
His family walks over to the two of you, trying to get Will’s attention, but he’s brushing them off. His focus is dialed in on you. And it wasn’t budging.
“You have me forever, if you want me,” you say seriously, like you’re propositioning him. He falls for it easily. But he’s exactly where he wants to be. It wasn’t an offer with an ulterior motive. It was crystal clear, knowing what he was signing up for.
“I want you in every life I live,” he states. There is no room for argument, for debate, for change. His conviction stands strong, not wavering. You were sure you were lovers in a past life, souls tied to one another for eternity. You knew you would find each other in every life.
You smile up at him, his simple statement being a warm embrace of reassurance you didn’t know you needed, but truly appreciate.
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Written by: @alliwritespuck (2025)
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