On The Edge - Will Smith x reader (Jealous bf smut)
Summary: Celebrating at an after party doesn't go smoothly. Not when a fellow hockey player, Jack Hughes, hits on Will Smith's fiance. Then he makes a jab about his career. Will has to get his aggression out somehow, and it's only you at the end of the night.
Words: 4.6k
Warnings: Violence, harsh language, consensual rough sex, daddy, if you like Jack Hughes skip this one
A/N: This one won the poll! So here you go, you lovely freaky-deaky babes!<3
I smirked as I met the bouncing blond in one of the backrooms of the large center for the after awards party. “You did great, babe.”
He laughed under his breath and wrapped an arm around my shoulders to bring me into him. “I was nervous and it was hard to find you in the crowd.”
“But you always do well no matter what. And always look good too.” I especially love this white button up with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows and black form-fitting dress pants combo on him. He’d left his blazer at the valet. He manages to make me feel a type of way, even when I don’t necessarily want it.
“Yeah?” He raised his eyebrows up and down jokingly and pressed his lips to my temple. “Later, babe. I promise.”
I rolled my eyes. I knew he was serious though. He’ll joke, but if he adds ‘I promise’ or something along the lines of that, I’m done for.
“Hey, I’m going to get us drinks. Want your usual?” Will spoke into my ear.
I nodded. “Yeah, that’s fine.”
His hand trailed down my arm and gave mine a squeeze before he disappeared through the people. I felt awkward on my own now. Other than Will, some of his teammates, and his family, I didn’t personally know anyone here. His parents and siblings went home and essentially left me to fend for myself and navigate the center.
Maybe I’ll find one of his teammates…
I spotted Trevor Zegras and about shit my pants. Literally one of my all time favorite hockey players on this planet. I’ve watched every game he’s done, including his most recent and follow his merch line. I felt my heart skip a beat thinking about approaching him, but I may never get the opportunity to again. What the fuck do I even say?
Despite my brain blanking, I took a deep breath and made my way to talk to him. I cleared the notch in my throat when I reached him and his gorgeous girlfriend. “Hi Trevor. Uhm… I don’t mean to bother you. I just wanted to say I’m a huge fan.”
He turned a professional, yet genuine smile on me. “Hi, thank you. What’s the name?”
I smiled. “(y/n).”
“Oh shit, wait. You’re with Smitty, right? I thought you looked familiar.” He reached a hand out for me to shake.
I blushed, suddenly embarrassed by this. It was true. I wouldn’t be here otherwise.
“Yeah.”
Trever boasted a smile. “Congrats on the engagement!”
“You’re… Congratulating me?” My jaw dropped. This wasn’t real. “I should be saying that to you! The Flyers are in round 2 for the cup. All because of that hat trick you pulled in game seven.”
He laughed, brushing back his long hair. “Thank you so much! Uhm…” He started to pat his pockets and then his girlfriend, Athena, handed him a marker from her clutch. He shyly smirked and kissed her cheek. “Thanks, babe.”
He turned back to me. “Let me sign something for you!”
Fucking hell. I was coming off as a total freak fan, wasn’t I? Where was Smitty when I needed him? He’d make this less awkward. Or Macklin. He’s a little socially awkward outside the rink, but he was a good buffer for someone like me.
I chewed on my bottom lip. “I don’t-”
“I’ve got a few cards, hold on,” Athena said, her voice like a comfortable breeze. She was used to this, prepared, and didn’t seem to mind? Or she was really good at acting. And she made me, a fiance to a hockey star, look like a terrible significant other. I was never prepared for fans to approach us, when and if they did. It’s a shock that Will wants to marry me, honestly.
Trevor handed me a trading card with him posing on it and his signature. I held it like it was the golden treasure from a long lost city. I needed to frame this before I somehow destroyed it.
“Thank you.” I smiled.
“Not a problem at all. I would take a photo too, but you know… No phones allowed. I’ll see you around, (y/n).” He winked before splitting off with Athena on his arm. I’d have to file that interaction away under the cringe folder. I didn’t want to think about it too much. I still didn’t know how to behave normally around all-star athletes, any celebrity really.
And once again, I’m alone. I craned my neck around to try and find Will. How long did it take to get a drink? Damn. A sea of faces, smiling and laughing in their own conversations. None of them I knew and could attempt to join.
“Excuse me, you look lost.”
My head whipped in the direction of the voice and my eyes went slightly wide. Jack fucking Hughes. This was an actual nightmare. I tried to not stare at his chipped tooth, however it was satisfying to see in person. Fucking deserved that puck to the face.
I laughed. “I’m not, but it kinda feels like it. There’s so many people I don’t know.”
“Me too. I’m hoping I can get to know you.” He chuckled, his blue eyes sparkling, and he took a sip of the beer in his hand. Then he handed me the other one he had. “I’m Jack Hughes.”
I’m not going to acknowledge the fact that he just hit on me and bought me a drink.
I set the drink down on a tray of a waitress walking by to get it as far away as possible. I was a dumbass, but I wasn’t an idiot. Also, I wanted to show the shiner on my ring finger for him to get a hint. The lighting in the room was abysmal though; purposefully dimmed down for a moody experience.
“Smooth, Jack. I’m (y/n). What brings you to this after party alone?”
I was possibly teasing for my own entertainment. Some hockey players hated not getting recognized and acknowledged. Jack Hughes was for sure one of them.
His nose flared slightly before he replaced it with another flashy grin. “I’m a forward for the Devils. I was up for an award. And my date ditched me.”
I scrunched up my nose. “Harsh." I cocked my head sideways. "Did you win?”
“No,” he remarked, licking his lips. Then he took a huge swig from his beer. “What about you?"
This guy, I swear. There’s no way he didn’t know. If Trevor knew, Jack had to know. I swallowed down the prickling sensation crawling up my back. Everyone here probably knows since Will posted on Instagram earlier this week.
I felt a warming presence beside me and looked over to see Will finally back with our drinks. “This guy and his team, the San Jose Sharks.”
Will handed me the red bull and vodka he’d probably overpaid for.
Jack didn’t look the least bit intimidated as he reached his hand out. “Jack Hughes.”
“Will Smith.” He shook his hand, every muscle in his forearm tensed, before wrapping his arm around my waist. He took a drink from his bottle.
“So,” I cleared my throat, “What kind of person would leave you high and dry tonight?”
“A friend who was pretending to be my date so I didn’t look like loser here. Some player from the Bruins approached her and she was gone.”
“Wow, you ended up being a loser twice tonight?” I arched a brow and sipped some of the drink through the tiny black straw as I eyed him. Maybe I was having too much fun with this interaction and how Will was reacting to it.
It was all so ridiculous. Especially with the whole Trevor Zegras meeting happening moments before it. Jack Hughes was someone I could talk to because I didn’t fawn over him. Not an ounce of me liked him.
“Yeah, rough night for me so far... Maybe my luck will turn around later though.” Jack bit his lip and eyed me up and down. They were disgustingly glazed over. I felt like I needed to take a shower immediately. He was definitely trying despite the obvious fact I was here with someone. Engaged to a hockey player.
Silently, Will’s grip on my waist tightened and I glanced as he took another drink and looked in a different direction. He was jealous, I could sense it. And probably annoyed by Jack’s presence too.
“I wouldn’t press your luck, Hughes.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “It never hurts to try. Can’t win if you don’t make the shot in the first place, y’know? Where are you from, gorgeous?”
“Boston. Born and raised,” I replied shortly and rested my hand on Smitty’s. His calloused thumb overlapped mine, pressing into the divot lightly. Shit. He truly never acted like this. It had to be because it’s this guy of all people.
“Boston?” He raised his brows in, probably fake, interest. “You’re not automatically a Bruins fan? Ain’t that against the culture there?" He leaned in closer. "I like a girl who likes to piss off other people.”
“No.” I chugged the rest of my drink and slammed the glass down on the table nearby. “Look, it was…” Nope, not nice. Not pleasant. “Kinda cool talking, but we gotta go.”
His face fell a bit and he hesitated on the next question. “Can I get your number? For later, I mean."
Now, Will broke and moved me behind him. “Really, Hughes? You have the audacity to ask that when I’m right here? No, you can’t have it.”
Jack actually smirked and crossed his arms. “Baby shark afraid that she’ll give it to me?”
Will got up close and personal in his face. A stature I’d never seen him do before; he’s not a violent person, protective maybe, but not violent. Smitty was taller, and he’d been hitting the gym way more so everywhere was pure, solid muscle. And tons of it.
“Get this through that thick skull of yours, she’s not going to give it to you. Even if she wasn’t engaged to me.”
“That’s not stopped a girl before.” He looked around Will’s shoulder at me with a nasty grin. “I can give you something he can’t.”
Will scoffed, “Like what? A life of you cheating on her and jail time?”
“What the fuck you just say?” Jack’s broken tooth looked normal in his sneer. He sized Will up and down, his hands clenching into fists.
And this is exactly why people didn’t like him on and off the ice; he couldn’t control his egotistical temper. He knew exactly how to get under people’s skin, even the calmest ones like Will.
“You heard me, Hughes.”
“I’d watch that bum shoulder of yours next season. Might put you out for good.”
Will’s nose flared wide, jaw setting, and his lips pursed tightly. He ran a hand through his hair. “Make sure you find a better dentist. I might accidentally hit a puck in your direction. Again.”
I was quick to get between the two. “Woah!”
Okay, this wasn’t fun anymore. And I definitely felt myself sway from the liquor swirling in my empty stomach. Oh no.
“Is there a problem here?” I heard a familiar voice ask and I was thankful to see Macklin with Misa beside him.
Jack spat, “Yeah, your teammate is a lying pussy.” Then his eyes set on me. “I didn’t want your number anyway. I only tried because you looked easy.” And if that wasn’t enough, he muttered under his breath, “Stupid ugly cunt.”
Will has never hit anyone off the ice. He rarely hit anyone on the ice. He was known for his cool demeanor, his ability to navigate any situation with effortless confidence. That fact changed in a millisecond as his knuckles scraped across Jack’s scruff.
And then he did it again, keeping him close with a fistful of his polo. I swear one of his other teeth flew in the opposite direction. There was another punch and this time a crunch sound followed. I wasn’t sure who it was from. Jack didn’t have a fighting chance with how much force Will threw.
“Smitty, hey man, stop!” Macklin reasoned, terror woven in his tone. “He’s not worth it!”
It took a lot more than just Mack to pull Will off Hughes. And when they did, holy shit. Jack wasn’t even close to getting up soon.
Blood smattered all over his face, his eyes already swelling up. There was an obvious split lip. If I was a betting woman, a broken nose would be discovered after an X-Ray.
Macklin’s eyes were wide, staring at Will’s fist and shirt. They were painted with Jack’s blood. Will stayed silent, breathing heavily, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. I could see his hand shaking, however it wasn’t due to being scared. At least, I didn’t think so.
“Shit, dude,” Mack breathed.
“What got into you?” Toff scolded. “This isn’t like you, Smitty.”
Toff had jumped in to help Mack and Misa. Yes, it took three grown men to wrangle Will Smith.
Will sniffed, ran his tongue across his bottom lip, and shook his head. His lips were sealed.
Macklin looked over his shoulder at the security guards and what looked like an emergency medical staff person entering the room. “Fuck!" He raked his hands through is brown locks. "(y/n), you gotta get Will out of here.”
“What?” I sputtered. “Why?”
He rested his hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eyes. “Get your asses out of here. Will can’t risk getting in trouble, his contract is on the line.”
My heart short circuited, along with my brain. I felt my lips move, but I couldn't hear what I was saying. “What do you mean, Mack?”
“His new contract isn’t final yet. If the GM gets a whiff of this, he’s gonna get traded for sure. None of us want that, okay?”
His new contract isn’t final yet. This was it. This is what actually broke my fiance. And he didn’t talk to me about it. Why?
“Okay?” Macklin pushed, shaking my entire body.
I nodded. “Okay, yeah.”
“Good. Go, go, go.”
Carefully, I took Will’s good hand and tugged him towards the opposite direction. In the distance, I could hear,
“What the hell happened here? Who hit him?”
“We’re not sure, the guy ran off before we could get a good look. We think it was a fan that managed to sneak in,” Mack answered, not a lick of a quiver in his voice.
We waited outside for the valet to bring around his truck. Without a word, I handed Will his blazer and he slipped it on, closing the button to cover evidence. When his vehicle finally arrived, I got in after he held the door open for me.
It was dead silent as he began the drive back.
“Was that really about Jack being an asshole to me or was it about your contract?” My voice cracked and I cleared my throat, blinking my eyes a few times to erase the water. The adrenaline plummeting and alcohol were definitely getting to me.
Will didn’t reply as he kept looking straight ahead. His set features, that were normally soft, looked stricken in the street lights as we passed under them. His bruised hand gripped the top of the steering wheel as he reached over his other to rest on my knee.
Okay, then.
***
As we entered the apartment, I shot Will a hard look. “Seriously, Will. Please talk to me.”
“Bedroom. Now.”
I was taken back by his stringent tone. He wanted total dominance. He needed it.
“Wi-”
“(y/n), I’m not kidding. Go.”
That sparked in me and I did as he said. Without another word, I went upstairs and down the hallway decorated in art and family photos. It was thickly quiet aside from our footfalls on the wood floors.
He ordered, “Stop right there.”
My feet stopped just past the doorframe to our room, toes of my heels brushing along our plush rug. It wasn’t there for only grounding our space to feel like a home. If you can catch my drift. My mind tried to piece together where he’d decide our fated fuck would be.
I was partial to the firmness of the floor, Will usually leaned for the softness of our mattress. He liked to be rough, but not harsh. There was a distinction to him. So, if his own lips didn’t utter where, it was up to me to feel what he wanted. For once, I was completely in the dark, not in sync with him.
His fingers slowly pulled down the zipper of the sage dress I was wearing; I hadn’t worn a bra with it. Then he pushed the straps down, which caused the silky garment to slide off my body without permission. The air hitched in my throat, goosebumps breezing up my arms. There was only one small, hot breath on the back of my neck. A signal that he’d allow the fabric’s falter.
“Keep the heels on,” his lips whispered next to my ear. It sent delicious shivers down my spine.
I nodded, then carefully stepped out of the dress and flicked it aside.
His warm breath was still as he placed a butterfly kiss on my neck. “Get on all four and look back.”
I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, not daring to show it on my shoulders.
I walked over to the bed and bent over teasingly, sticking my butt well in the air. I smirked, looking over my shoulder. I bit my lip as he untucked the white shirt and began to unbutton it. “I didn’t say to do that.”
“Did you want this...” I crawled forward on my hands and knees onto the navy blue, silk sheets. “Daddy?”
I noticed his jaw tightened and he let out a slow and low breath. He removed the black belt that had a silver buckle from his pants and kept it in his hand. The hand that caused another man to bleed and break. Before tonight, it had only broken me in bed.
“Are you gonna fuck me?” I cocked a brow. The more I tease, the harder he’ll fuck. The more frustration he’ll let out; This was the true secret as to why he was the easy-going Will Smith to the public. It’s consensual obviously, I had frustrations and anxieties to release too. In our own, fucked up, safe way with love and support.
Maybe he’ll tell me what the fuck’s going on with his contract after.
“What I want is for you to be a good girl. Not a disobedient brat. Look forward and close your eyes.”
Before I closed my eyes, they grazed over the photo of us on a beach in Tahiti. One of the first trips we took together and the first time we’d actually had sex; a completely different experience from then to now.
“I want you to count to five.”
There was a shocking coldness on my upper back and I felt it run all the way down before there was a smack on my right ass cheek. I barely made a sound as my body jolted forward slightly.
“One,” I mumbled.
“Louder,” he demanded and whacked my ass again, slightly harder this time. Fuck.
I licked my lips. “Two.”
Then there was another smack and I continued to count. By the fifth one, I winced out a moan and tried to relax my tense muscles.
I looked back at Will. “More, daddy. Please.”
He shook his head, setting the belt on the bed. “No, baby.” His normally bright blue eyes were dark, brooding with a deep sea that washed him down. This better fix him.
I watched as he removed and tossed aside his last item of clothing. I tried not to laugh at the tight black underwear he was wearing. He only ever wore them with suits; a change from his patterned boxers. His Greek god body made them look like a fucking tiny Speedo.
“Laughing at me?” he tested with a cocked brow.
I stifled a laugh and nodded. “Mmhm, babe.”
“I’m gonna let that one slide.” He moved his body over top of mine, his bulge hit my lower back, and he whispered deeply in his enticing, gravelly voice, “for now.”
I licked my lips and my breathing hitched as I felt him place kisses all down my back and then on each ass cheek. He slowly pulled down the black lace before he continued to leave his hot lips there and his hand covered my growing heat. A finger began to draw circles on my clit and I tried to not let my body shake too much and bend forward to break my stance. He pressed harder now at a rougher speed.
“Shit,” I breathed.
My breaths came out short and I swallowed hard to try and catch it. My back arched up at the pleasure of his two fingers entering. He managed to keep his work on my clit and pulse his fingers in and out of me. When he hit close to the spot and curled his fingers a bit, I had to cave forward and rest on my elbows.
“Oh God,” I panted.
There was a teasing chuckle. “Thought you could beat me at this game?”
“Maybe,” I replied, earning me another curling pressure.
“Hmm? What was that?”
I shook my head and looked back at him. “No, daddy. No.”
There was an in-charge smirk about his lips and the scruff he had going on turned me on more. “Get back up and stay up.”
I was still shaking from before, but forced myself to get back on my hands and my arms felt wobbly, though in a good way.
“Good. Brace yourself, baby girl. Trust me.”
I held onto his words as I felt a hand trail down my back, down my thigh, and around to the front for my clit. I knew this was not it though. He teased me with his tip a few seconds before he pushed himself in, hard.
“Fuck,” I mumbled as he held there for a moment.
He chuckled. “I told you. Move forward more.”
He stayed connected and moved with me so his knees rested on the bed. Now, he pulled out and thrusted in again without warning. I moaned with every single one as he kept going. He used every muscle in that strong body of his to pound me into an oblivion.
I loved it.
“Oh god… Yes.” I closed my eyes and bit down on my lip.
A hand encased around my neck and forced me to be upright. Then it stayed there as another played with my breasts and made sure to rub over my highly sensitive nipples. He teased them between his fingertips with pinches.
He left more sensual kisses on my neck and he grunted with another thrust, “Say my name.”
My hands found their way to his bare, thick thighs. I was getting so close to my insides exploding. I grunted a moan as my head went back.
His grip tightened on my neck, his thumb and pointer hitting the softest indents. “Say it.”
“Will!” I choked out as both of us stilled and my entire being held onto his large cock that filled me so perfectly. Every deep curve of his abs flexed against me.
He nipped my ear before letting go and I sagged forward. I was smiling blissfully. Will rolled me onto my back and hovered his heavy weight over me. It was suffocating, however intoxicating too and I craved more of it.
“That’s not my name.” He kissed me on the lips, deepening it within seconds. He took the belt now, wrapped it around my wrists, and forced my hands above my head. “Don’t move.”
A moment later, he shoved himself inside me again. Instinctively, my arms moved down a bit and Will used a hand to push them back up. “What did I say?”
I bit my lip to stop a giggle. “Don’t move.”
“Good.” He moved to kiss me on the lips again and thrusted in again. He mercilessly ripped into me and riveted my G-spot. He was panting as he kept going. The heat made me want to pass out, but Will kept me in check.
“Say my name,” he breathed into my ear.
I shook my head and needed something to grab onto. I was overwhelmed by the rippling, aching pleasure. “I-I can’t.”
“Do it, (y/n).” He ordered with another pound. One more and I was gone. Again.
Last second, Will let go of his hold on my hands. I hooked my arms around his neck as my nails dug into his shoulder blades. “Daddy!” I shook terribly as he filled me for the second time tonight.
He kissed under my ear. “Good job, baby.”
Will snuggled his face into my neck with a sigh and left his heavy body overlapping mine. After a while, I figured it’d be safe to remove the belt from my wrists and I kicked my heels off. Then I stared up at the ceiling as I played with his hair.
“You’re mine, baby. I love you,” he murmured.
“I know... I love you too.” I paused, blowing a small breath between my lips. “We both know this wasn’t about Jack… Why didn’t you tell me about your contract?”
“It could be both,” Will countered.
I snorted, resting on fingers along his jaw. I glanced down at him. His eyes were closed. “If we’re going to get married, we have to be completely honest, babe. Up to this point, I thought we were.”
His arms tightened around me as he sighed heavily. “I know, I know. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I didn’t tell you… It’s embarrassing? I’ve had a fantastic start to my hockey career with the Sharks, hoped it would always be here, and then they want to possibly trade me? All probably due to the injury last season.”
My lips brushed his forehead. “Players get traded all the time. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It doesn’t reflect poorly on you, however beating the shit out of someone does.”
“You’re right, I know. I think… I was scared too. You gave up everything to support me here. For us. Suddenly it felt like it might be for nothing. And Jack made that comment about my shoulder and next season. I spiraled inside.”
I laced my fingers with his purpling ones. “Which is unlike you. When you feel that happening again, talk to me. We’ve always figured it out together. It’s you and I against everything, remember?”
“I promise I will.” He opened his eyes to look at me and brought my hand to his lips. “You and I, baby.”
“How’s your hand feel?” I cocked a brow, bringing it closer to me again to analyze it. Nothing looked inherently broken.
He chuckled under his breath. “Sore, but it’ll be fine.” His laugh stopped shortly, water notably brimming his eyes. “Fuck, I hope Hughes is alright. I don’t like the guy, but… shit, I fucked up. I’m sure someone saw it.”
I wrapped my arms tightly around his head and legs around his torso. “I know.” My lips pressed into his hair as his body shook a little, tears pooled on my skin, his adrenaline finally letting go of his body.
“It’ll be okay, baby. We’re gonna figure this out.”
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.
summary: texting your best friend throughout the month of august but you kinda maybe sorta drunkenly make out at an end of the summer party 😝
warnings: sneakernight by vanessa hudgens, language, brief mention of anxiety kinda??, suggestive maybe idek lil bro
an: i’ve been majorly slacking so im finally putting these out. they’ve been done for like a month and it lwk reveals where im going w the storyline but i wanted to keep yall well fed… just consider it a lil teaser 💓 so so so so so sorry i haven’t been writing i genuinely couldn’t tell you where my flow has gone but she is GONE. anyways love you !!
what would you like to read? would love some requests that i can chip away at :) DMs and request box are always open even if you’d just like to chat!! 🩷😚
i currently have 2 works in my drafts so will hopefully get those out asap!
also, lowk thinking of starting an au series…what do we think? i love writing oneshots too but wonder what it would be like to write a continuous story
just now realizing it’s been a week since i’ve uploaded anything.. im so very sorry !! tumblr kinda fell down the ranks on my to do list. i got a job at a rink + i have summer camp next week so im really super hoping that i’ll get the motivation to write something GOOD before that. don’t hate me, i swear ive been racking my brain trying to figure out how to get into the writing zone again. i’m going to try to work on something today at least.
thank u for being so patient + sweet; i love u all; i swear i haven’t, nor am i planning on it, fallen off the face of the earth 🫶🏻
