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willmack comforting each other during the last few mins of the horrors in the 3rd :( [4.8.26]
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willmack comforting each other during the last few mins of the horrors in the 3rd :( [4.8.26]
OMG, SMITTY!!! GET. OUT. OF. HIS. FACE. FOR. ONCE!!!!
macklin celebrini i understand you
#beautiful nape #with the silver chain and rear golden wings and all #made for smooching #macklin’s thoughts, probably
i’ve got you ; will smith hockey
summary: when y/n has her first fan encounter without Will and it doesn’t end as nice as expected.
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The arena was still buzzing when the final horn sounded, the echo of skates cutting ice and fans cheering lingering in the air even as the Sharks filed down the tunnel. Y/N waited near the families’ area which was close to the front. It was smaller than usual since they were at an away game. Her arms were folded loosely around herself, hoodie sleeves pulled over her hands as she watched the boys pass by one by one.
Will caught her eye immediately.
He always did.
He grinned, helmet still on, hair damp and curling slightly at the edges, and lifted his stick in a small wave just for her. Her lips curved into a smile without her even realizing it, pride swelling in her chest.
Will stepped off the ice and stopped in the tunnel just below her.
“Hey,” he said, breathless, eyes bright.
“Hey, baby,” she replied softly.
Someone behind him whistled. “You gonna flirt or you gonna come to the locker room, Smitty?”
Will rolled his eyes. “Relax, Mack.”
“Hey Y/N.” Mack smiled up at her when he passed, receiving a shove from Will.
Alexander laughed as he passed. “Cmon kiddo, you’ll see her in a minute.”
Y/N shook her head, cheeks warm. The older guys always teased the younger guys, especially Mack and Will, and by extension, her. Most of them were late twenties, early thirties. Veterans. Married. Kids. And then there was Will— just out of his teens, still considered a baby in a league full of men.
By the time the team loaded onto the bus, exhaustion had settled in like a heavy blanket. The other WAGs filled in the seats around the players and Y/N took a seat next to Will, her head leaning briefly against his shoulder.
“You okay?” he murmured, dropping his voice.
“Yeah. Just hungry,” she said. “Like, really hungry.”
He chuckled. “Same. Room service again?”
She made a face. “Absolutely not. I’m gonna go grab food when we get to the hotel.”
Will frowned slightly. “By yourself?”
“It’s literally down the road,” she said lightly. “I’ll be quick. I’ll get stuff for everyone.”
“You don’t have to—”
“I want to,” she insisted, squeezing his hand. “Go shower. I’ll be back before you even realize I’m gone.”
He studied her for a second, then sighed. “You better text me.”
“I will.”
The hotel loomed tall and modern, glass reflecting the streetlights as the bus pulled up out front. A small group of fans already lingered near the entrance, phones in hand, eyes lighting up as the players stepped off one by one.
Some of the guys stopped to talk to fans, take photos and sign whatever the fans were holding.
Y/N lingered for just a second, adjusting the straps of her bag.
“I’m gonna go now,” she told Will.
He leaned down, pressing a quick, soft kiss to her lips. “Be careful. Call me if you have to.”
She smiled. “I will.”
Will disappeared into the hotel with Mack, Eky, and a few others, and Y/N turned in the opposite direction, walking down the street toward the glow of a late night takeout spot.
The food run was uneventful. Warm paper bags, the smell of fries and chicken filling the air, her arms slightly overloaded by the time she headed back. She balanced everything carefully, feeling oddly proud of herself. This was her role sometimes: quiet support, small acts of care.
When the hotel doors came back into view, her steps slowed.
The crowd hadn’t thinned.
If anything, it had grown.
Fans clustered near the entrance and spilled into the lobby, pretending not to stare while very obviously staring.
Just get to the elevator she told herself.
The lobby buzzed with low chatter and the sound of the door opening as new fans walked in. She moved past the front desk, past the couches, heart beating a little faster than normal.
The elevator doors were open as a lady stepped in before her. Relief washed over her as she stepped inside, immediately reaching for the panel and pressing Will’s floor. She shifted the bags in her arms, letting out a quiet breath.
Then, three figures slipped in behind her.
The doors closed.
The space suddenly felt much smaller.
She glanced at them out of politeness. Three girls, probably mid twenties, dressed like they’d planned their outfits carefully. Makeup flawless. Phones in hand.
Y/N swallowed.
“Uh.. what floor are you guys going to?” she asked gently, trying to sound casual.
They leaned forward to look at the panel.
“Oh,” one of them said, lips curling slightly. “Same one.”
Y/N nodded. “Okay.”
The moved up two levels then stopped. The older lady excused herself and stepped out, leaving Y/N and the three girls.
Silence settled, thick and uncomfortable. The elevator hummed as it started its ascent.
She could feel their eyes boring into her back. Not subtle. Not curious. But like they were assessing her.
Her shoulders tightened.
Please don’t be fans she thought. Please don’t be fans.
A few seconds passed. Too many seconds.
Then—
“Are you Will Smith’s girlfriend?”
Her heart dropped straight into her stomach.
Blood rushed in her ears, cold and loud, her fingers tightening around the paper bags. For a split second, she forgot how to breathe.
She forced herself to respond, voice coming out steadier than she felt.
“No,” she said. “I’m not.”
The girl closest to her, taller, confident, clearly the leader, raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, you are,” she said slowly. “You’re Y/N.”
The air left her lungs.
Her mind raced. How do they know my name?
She didn’t answer. She didn’t know how.
Another girl stepped closer, invading her space. “Are you going to his room?”
Y/N took a small step back, her shoulder brushing the mirrored wall. “I—no. I mean—”
“So you are,” the girl smirked.
Questions started coming faster, sharper.
“Is he there right now?”
“Are Macklin and Eklund with him?”
“Which room is his?”
Y/N shook her head, panic creeping in. “I’m not answering that.”
The leader sighed dramatically. “Relax. We just want to say hi.”
“No,” Y/N said quickly. “That’s not happening.”
The girl rolled her eyes. “Can you at least have him come out?”
“He’s tired,” Y/N replied, voice trembling just slightly. “They all are.”
The girl’s expression hardened. “Wow,” she scoffed. “You’re a bitch.”
Y/N flinched.
“Aren’t you a little young and inexperienced? I’m sure he would be better with someone a little older,” the girl continued. “Someone like me.”
This had startled her a bit, mostly because of how random it was. Y/N furrowed her brows. “I’m nineteen.”
“And you’re probably in it for the money, right?” The girl’s gaze dropped to the bags in Y/N’s arms. “I bet he paid for all that too.”
“No,” Y/N said firmly. “I did.”
She didn’t want to admit that she used Will’s card. He would have never let her spend this much money on feeding the guys.
The girl laughed. “Oh, I’m sure.”
Before Y/N could react, the girl reached out, grabbing one of the bags.
“What are Will and Mack eating?” she asked, tugging.
“Please let go,” she said, panic flooding her chest as she tightened her grip.
The bag crinkled between them.
“Please stop!” She tried again. Her voice wobbled and a lump in her throat formed but she didn’t want the girls to know how upset they were making her.
Finally, the elevator dinged.
The doors slid open.
She yanked the bag back and rushed out, heart pounding so hard it hurt, her steps quick and uneven as she headed down the hallway.
Behind her, she heard footsteps.
They were following her.
“Leave me alone!” She yelled back. Her throat was burning at this point.
Her hands shook as she fumbled for her phone, tears stinging her eyes as she hit Will’s contact and pressed call.
It rang once.
Twice.
“Hey, baby—”
Her voice broke.
“Will,” she choked. “There are these women…they followed me into the elevator and they’re following me now.”
“What?” His tone changed instantly. “Where are you?”
“I’m on your floor. They tried to grab the food. I don’t— I don’t know what to do.”
“I’m coming out right now.”
“No,” she said quickly, fear spiking. “Please don’t. That’s what they want.”
A pause. Then, firm and controlled, “Okay. Stay on the phone with me. I’m sending someone.”
She swallowed hard, picking up her pace as the hallway stretched endlessly ahead of her.
“They’re still behind me,” she whispered.
“I’ve got you,” Will said. “You’re okay, baby.”
Her eyes snapped to somewhere down the hall as she heard a door opening.
A tall figure stepped out, eyes locking onto the situation instantly.
Tyler Toffoli.
Relief crashed over her so hard her knees nearly buckled.
“Hey!” Toff called out sharply. “What’re you girls doing here?”
The girls froze.
Y/N hurried toward him, and without a word, Toff stepped in front of her, solid and immovable.
Y/N exhaled shakily. “I’m with Toff now,” she murmured into the phone.
“Okay,” Will said softly. “I’ll see you in a bit.”
She hung up.
She felt like she could breathe.
The hallway felt too quiet after Toffoli’s voice cut through it.
The three girls stood frozen a few feet away, their confidence evaporating the second they realized who had stepped in. Tyler Toffoli wasn’t just another player— they all knew that. He was older, broader, his presence commanding without him having to raise his voice.
“What,” he repeated, slower this time, “are you girls doing here?”
Y/N stood just behind him, her fingers still wrapped tightly around the paper bags, knuckles pale. Her chest rose and fell unevenly as adrenaline coursed through her veins. She stared at the patterned carpet, trying not to cry, trying not to shake, trying not to draw attention to how scared she’d been only seconds ago.
One of the girls, the same one who had grabbed the food, shifted her weight, forcing a laugh that sounded hollow in the quiet hallway.
“We were just talking,” she said. “We didn’t do anything.”
Toff’s jaw tightened. “Talking?” he echoed. “You followed her off the elevator.”
The girl shrugged. “Coincidence.”
“Bullshit,” Toff snapped.
The word hit hard, sharp and final. Y/N felt a strange rush of comfort at the way he said it, like a wall slamming down between her and them.
“She doesn’t want you here,” Toff continued. “So you’re leaving. Now.”
The girls hesitated.
“I suggest,” Toff went on, “you turn around and head back to the elevators before I call security. Or the police. Your choice.”
For a moment, Y/N thought they might argue. Might push. Her heart hammered painfully at the thought.
But then one of the girls tugged at the leader’s sleeve. “Come on,” she muttered. “Let’s go.”
The leader glared at Toff one last time, then spun on her heel. The three of them walked away, and disappeared down the hall.
Only when they were gone did Y/N realize how tightly she’d been holding her breath.
It left her in a shaky exhale.
Toff turned around immediately, his expression softening as he looked at her. “Hey,” he said gently. “You okay?”
She nodded automatically. Then shook her head. “I— yeah, I don’t know.”
Her hands were trembling now, badly, the delayed fear catching up to her. Toff noticed instantly.
“Hey, hey,” he said, reaching for the bags. “Here. I’ve got those.”
She let him take them without protest, her fingers curling uselessly at her sides. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“You’re safe, kiddo,” he said firmly. “You’re okay.”
She swallowed hard. “They knew my name.”
Toff’s brow furrowed. “Yeah,” he said. “Weird.”
He adjusted the bags in his arms. “Come on. Let’s get you back to Will.”
They walked the rest of the way in silence. She stayed close to him, every sound making her flinch. She felt like one of the girls was going to turn around and run back at her.
Will had barely hung up the phone before he was pacing the room.
“They followed her,” he said sharply, phone still in his hand. “They followed her.”
Macklin stood near the kitchen counter, arms crossed tightly. “What do you mean followed her?”
“Into the elevator. Down the hall,” Will said, raking a hand through his hair. “One of them tried to grab the food from her.”
Eklund muttered something under his breath in Swedish that definitely wasn’t polite.
“I called security,” Will continued. “Hotel management too. They’re on their way.”
Mack nodded. “Good.”
Will stopped pacing only to start again. His chest felt tight, like something heavy was sitting on it. He hated that he hadn’t gone with her. Hated that he hadn’t insisted harder.
“She told me not to come out,” he said, voice tight. “Said that’s what they wanted.”
Mack shook his head. “This is fucked.”
A knock sounded at the door.
Will was there in a second, yanking it open.
Toff stood on the other side, bags in hand.
And Y/N.
Will didn’t even think, he just pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her so tightly it was like he was afraid she’d disappear if he let go.
“You’re okay,” he murmured into her hair. “You’re okay.”
She clutched his hoodie, her face pressed against his chest as the tension finally broke. Her body shook slightly, and he tightened his hold, one hand cradling the back of her head.
He pulled back just enough to look at her, his hands moving to her face, tilting it gently up toward him.
“Are you hurt?” he asked, eyes scanning her anxiously. “Did they touch you?”
She shook her head. “No. Just the food.”
His jaw clenched. “I swear to god—”
“I’m okay,” she said quickly. “I am.”
Mack and Eklund hovered nearby, both looking deeply concerned.
Toff set the food down on the counter. “She handled it well,” he said. “But those girls crossed a line.”
Will exhaled sharply. “Thank you,” he said to Toff. “Seriously.”
Toff clapped him on the shoulder. “Anytime.”
Only then did Will realize Y/N was still shaking.
“You’re shaking, baby,” he murmured, taking her hands in his. “Hey. Look at me.”
She tried to smile, but it wobbled. “I didn’t think it would be like that.”
“I know,” he said softly. “You don’t ever have to do that again. I don’t care about the food.”
She glanced at the counter. “I still got everyone something.”
Despite everything, that made Mack smile faintly. “Of course you did.”
Will leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. “Thank you,” he whispered. “But next time, I’m going with you.”
She nodded, leaning into him. Her mind was racing. The feeling of them cornering her. The things they said to her. Everything came crashing down on her. The lump in her throat was growing and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to suppress the tears but a small sob escaped her lips.
Will held her tighter, shaking his head. He was mad. Beyond mad.
“Talk to me, baby.” Will leaned back a bit and used his thumbs to wipe the tears away.
“Th— they called me a bitch and were mad that I wasn’t telling them where you guys were. She wouldn’t let go of the bag and they like— they chased me down the hallway. I was scared, Will.” She shook her head and took a deep breath.
“How old did they look?” Mack asked.
Toff scoffed. “Gotta be at least twenty five.”
She let out a small chuckle. “She said I was too young and inexperienced for you.” She looked up at Will. “Said she’d be a better fit for you.”
“Oh gross.” Eky grimaced.
“She said that to your face?” Mack’s eyes were wide as he bit into a fry.
Will cupped her cheeks, looking her in the eyes. “That’s bullshit and you know it.”
She nodded. He wiped the remaining tears then leaned down and kissed her softly.
He pulled away a little. “Why don’t we go watch something, keep your mind off this?” He asked and she nodded in response.
They moved to the couch together, Y/N sitting beside Will as he pulled her legs onto his lap. He rubbed his thumb slowly against her thigh, steady and reassuring.
The guys ate quietly, conversation subdued. Y/N picked at her food, appetite gone, the earlier fear still lingering in her chest.
“Eat a little,” Will murmured. “Please.”
She took a few small bites for his sake.
A knock at the door made her tense instantly, her eyes moved to the door.
Will felt it immediately. “Hey,” he whispered. “It’s okay.”
Mack stood up. “I’ll get it.”
On the other side were members of team management and the hotel manager. Apologies spilled out quickly as they explained security had been notified and the girls had been escorted out of the building.
Toff took the lead, recounting everything she had told them, his voice calm but firm.
The hotel manager turned to her. “I’m so sorry this happened to you,” he said sincerely. “This should never have occurred.”
She nodded quietly, not trusting her voice.
After they left, Toff checked on her once more. “You good?”
She managed a small smile. “Yeah. Thank you.”
“Anytime, kid,” he said gently before heading back to his room.
After a moment, Mack stood up. “I’m gonna head to sleep,” he said quietly. “Early skate tomorrow.”
Eklund followed suit. “Same. You good?” he asked her gently.
She nodded. “Yeah. Thank you.”
The bedroom doors clicked shut behind them, leaving the room quiet except for the muted movie and the hum of the city outside.
The movie played quietly in the background, something Will had put on without really thinking. The screen flickered with light and sound, but Y/N wasn’t really watching it. Her attention drifted in and out, her mind still replaying the elevator doors closing, the way her chest had tightened, the sound of that girl’s voice saying her name like it was something she owned.
She shifted slightly on the couch.
Will felt it immediately.
“You okay?” he murmured, his chin resting lightly against the top of her head.
She nodded out of habit, then hesitated. “I think so.”
“That didn’t sound convincing,” he said gently.
She sighed, leaning back into him more fully. His arms tightened around her without him even realizing it, like his body knew before his brain did that she needed it.
“I just… I didn’t think it would ever be like that,” she said quietly. “I’ve been to games before. I’ve been around fans. But this was different.” Her throat tightened, emotion creeping up on her again.
She blinked hard, trying to push it back.
Will noticed anyway.
“Hey,” he whispered. “Come here.”
He pulled her closer, her head tucking under his chin as he wrapped her up fully this time, arms secure and warm around her. She let herself relax into him, the tension slowly draining from her shoulders.
Will stayed still for a while, just holding her. The adrenaline finally wore off and left behind exhaustion. Sheyawned softly, eyelids growing heavy.
Will noticed and smiled. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s get you into bed.”
He stood carefully, keeping an arm around her as they moved toward the bedroom. She kicked off her shoes, changing into one of his shirts while he brushed his teeth, the familiar routine grounding her more than anything else could have.
When she climbed into bed, he followed, pulling her into his chest immediately.
She curled into him, her leg thrown over his, fingers gripping his hoodie like an anchor.
“You okay?” he asked one last time.
She nodded, eyes finally closing. “Yeah. I am now.”
He kissed her forehead, lingering there. “Get some sleep. I’ve got you.”
And for the first time since the elevator doors had closed, her body believed him.
𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰 → 𝐰.𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡²
summary: will has always picked on y/n for as long as she’s known him and she’s always brushed it off but eventually he takes it too far.
pairing: will smith x reader
word count: 2.1k
song of the fic: afterglow - taylor swift
it starts small enough that no one really clocks it. it’s little comments, the kind of thing that could pass as jokes if you didn’t sit with them too long. except people do notice; because will isn’t like that with anyone else. he’s sarcastic, yeah. he jokes, messes around, gives people shit but it’s always well balanced.
with you, it isn’t.
Will and Mack 24/25 offseason lore🏒⛅
off the back of my marmon timeline, a lot of you guys seemed interested in learning about key willmack events, so here's everything (that i remember) that melted the timeline the last off season for you!
-> Both Will and Mack compete at Worlds 2025! 🇨🇦 🇺🇸
this was a suuuuper fun time, because both the team canada and team usa rosters were absolutely STACKED with nhlers and canada and the usa were in different group stages (also playing in two different locations: denmark and sweden), so everyone was pretty much hedging their bets on a canada-usa final!
team canada: sidney crosby, nathan mackinnon, konecny, sandheim, o’reilly, fantilli etc, AND marc-andre fleury in net who sid literally coaxed out of near-retirement for one last tournament together. this team meant business!
team usa: clayton keller, tage thompson, brady skjei, swayman and daccord in net. this team meant business too - they were looking to win their first tournament in NINETY TWO years!
will was also surrounded by his friends such as zeev buium, matty beniers, cutter gauthier, and logan cooley (yes, mack's nemesis from the mammoth)...
this would have been the first time will and mack played each other since facing off in the ncaa hockey east final where bc triumphed over bu 6-2 (and more importantly will had FOUR goals and an assist in comparison to mack's one goal). so they were both super excited at the opportunity to play against each other:
“Yeah, I am,” Smith said with a big smile, excited about potentially playing against Celebrini. Celebrini said he’s excited to play against his best friend and San Jose Sharks teammate.
WillMack eyes when they talk about each other vs. Regular people talking about WillMack.
slow blink series (1/?)