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belli5 · 3 days ago

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Miss Cougar .ᐟ ೀWS²

╰ Synopsis A glimpse into how Will calls you “ma’am” different times and different scenarios.

tags/contains Will Smith x older!reader. Fluff, part two lowkey, Will down bad for you, age gap(2 years), older reader, kissing, established relationship.

➺ from Sera, to you📨. Basically this is lowk part 2 for “Miss Cougar” but also not really, just something familiar.

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One.

The bedroom was still dim, the early morning sun barked creeping through your curtains. Your alarm had gone off atleast an hour ago, and you were already half dressed, you had your blouse on, hair up, shoes still missing.

You moved quietly through the room, trying not to wake Will, but Will stirred anyway, buried deep beneath the covers, only a messy tuft of blonde hair and one bare shoulder visible.

You crouched by the dresser, rummaging for your earrings, muttering to yourself when you couldn’t find the right pair.

Behind you, a deep voice cut through the quiet. “You’re really up already?”

You glanced over your shoulder, he hadn’t even opened his eyes fully, his voice was rough with sleep, words lazy and slurred together.

“Yeah, I’m gonna be late,” you said, gently nudging the drawer closed. “You can go back to sleep, babe.”

He hummed but didn’t move, just shifted a little deeper into the blankets. You spotted your earrings on the nightstand, of course, and reached toward them, but they were just out of arms reach.

“Will,” you called softly. “Can you pass me those earrings?”

He didn’t hesitate, one arm emerged from the tangle of sheets, long and warm and floppy with sleep. He grabbed the small jewelry dish and extended it toward you blindly.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” you murmured, taking it from him carefully.

His hand dropped back to the bed, his cheek smooshed into the pillow. “Anytime, ma’am,” he mumbled.

A little smile tugged at your lips as you stepped into your heels, you crossed the room, leaned down, and pressed a kiss to his temple. “I’ll text you when I get to the office.”

Will grunted in response, his hand reaching out blindly until his fingers found your wrist, giving it a tiny squeeze. “Miss you already.”

You didn’t say it out loud, but your heart gave a full body sigh.

Two.

The front door clicked softly, then opened just enough for Will to slip inside. You glanced up from the couch, blinking sleepily as the quiet of the apartment broke with the sound of his footsteps.

He looked effortlessly good, tie loosened and crooked, top button undone, dress shirt rumpled from hours under his blazer. His hair was a little damp from the shower, swept back but already falling into soft waves. He had that familiar tired look on him.

“Hey,” you said softly, setting your phone down as he closed the door behind him. “How was the game?”

Will didn’t answer right away, he just made a low noise in his throat, the kind that didn’t mean anything except that he was tired, shuffling over to the couch.

You scooted to make room, and he sat beside you with a heavy sigh. Then, without a word, he slid down just enough to lay his head in your lap, face turned into the side of your thigh.

“You guys won,” you said gently, threading your fingers through his hair. “I saw.”

“Mm,” he mumbled.

“You played well.”

“I tried.”

You let your hand drift across his scalp in slow, lazy motions. “You still need to drink your water and take your vitamins.”

Will let out a long, dramatic groan. “Do I have to?”

You raised an eyebrow, even though he couldn’t see it. “Yes.”

There was a beat of silence before he sighed again, this time more performative, and buried his face further into your thigh.

“Alright, ma’am..” he muttered, muffled and deeply put upon.

You laughed, soft and fond. “Don’t act like it’s a hardship, I’m keeping you alive.”

“You’re bossy when I’m tired.”

“And you’re dramatic when you’re sleepy.”

“I’m always dramatic,” he mumbled. “You knew what this was.”

You leaned down and kissed the crown of his head, still carding your fingers through his hair. “Take your vitamins, Will.”

He didn’t move, just groaned again like you were torturing him. Eventually, though, he sat up with a sluggish roll of his shoulders and reached for the bottle you’d left on the coffee table already filled and waiting, because you knew him.

He took a few sips and made a face. “This one’s lemon, I like the berry..”

“You get what I poured, Smitty.”

Will narrowed his eyes at you, but he was smiling as he drank the rest, setting the empty bottle down.

“Anything else, ma’am?” he asked, drawling the last word with a crooked grin and a faint flush in his cheeks.

“Brush your teeth,” you said sweetly. “Then you can come back and collapse on me properly.”

He groaned again, but this time he kissed your cheek on the way to the bathroom.

Three.

Originally, you’d just swung by to drop off a folder someone forgot, something mundane and boring and definitely not an excuse to see your boyfriend mid morning skate.

But when you stepped inside the rink, a few of the guys were already filtering off the ice, and it wasn’t long before you heard Will’s voice echo down the tunnel.

He spotted you before you could disappear, grinning as he jogged closer in full practice gear; pads, jersey, skates still on. His cheeks were pink, curls damp under his helmet, and he looked unfairly good for someone who’d just spent an hour getting slammed into the boards.

“Hey,” he said, stopping just short of you, breath still slightly uneven.

“Hey,” you replied, holding up the folder. “Dropped this off for marketing.”

Will leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, not caring who saw. “You’re the best.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but before you could, two other players skated into view, Will’s teammates, both of them slowed when they saw the interaction.

“Smitty,” Tyler teased, smirking. “Are you and Y/n flirting infront of us?”

Will didn’t even hesitate. “Yeah.”

You blinked, a little surprised by the ease in his voice. You hadn’t exactly kept things secret, but you hadn’t gone out of your way to broadcast it either but still, he looked calm, comfortable and even proud.

“Don’t piss her off or she’ll get you scheduled for more early morning practices.” Will added offhandedly, reaching out to fix the way your jacket had folded up at the hem.

They both laughed, but Klim looked genuinely curious. “Damn, so she bosses you around at home and at work?”

Will straightened slightly, a slow grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah,” he said. “She’s really good at it.”

You rolled your eyes, nudging him with your elbow. “Don’t encourage them.”

Will just shrugged, all smug and pleased with himself, he turned back toward the locker room, grabbing his water bottle off the ledge before tossing a glance back at you.

“Oh,” he said casually, “can you text me when you get back to the office? Just so I know you made it?”

You nodded, already walking backward toward the door. “Sure.”

“Thanks, ma’am,” he said.

“Did you just—”

Will glanced at them, totally unbothered. “What?”

“Did you call her ma’am?”

Will shrugged again, like it was the most normal thing in the world. “Yeah?”

Their faces were confused, and absolutely ready to give him hell. “That’s crazy, man,” Klim said, grinning. “You’re down bad.”

Will didn’t even deny it. “Yeah,” he agreed, taking a long sip from his water bottle. “I am”

Four (bonus).

The apartment door shut a little harder than you wanted it to shut. Will looked up from the kitchen, one hand holding a glass, the other braced on the counter as if he’d been waiting for you.

“Are you mad..” he said, but it more sounded like a statement rather than a question.

You kicked off your shoes and dropped your bag by the couch. “No, I’m annoyed.”

“Same thing.”

“Not the same thing,” you snapped, arms crossing automatically. “Annoyed means I still want to talk to you, mad means I’d rather make you sleep on the couch.

He winced a little. “Okay.”

You walked past him, heading for the fridge, needing something cold. The thing he forgot, just one task, one thing you’d asked him to do this morning was that he didn’t didnt drop off what you asked him to drop off.

Not huge in the grand scheme of things, but it made you feel like you weren’t being heard or as if your words didn’t carry the same weight.

“I reminded you twice,” you muttered, taking out some fruits. “All you had to do was drop it off when you were at the rink..”

“I know,” Will said, pushing off the counter. “I meant to, I just.. forgot.”

You didn’t respond, you put the strawberry in your mouth and stared at the floor.

There was a stretch of silence. Then, Will, with that familiar lilt in his voice, said “Ma’am..”

Your head snapped up, eyes narrowing. “Are you seriously calling me that right now?”

He gave you an innocent look. “What? I always do.”

“Not when I’m pissed at you, you don’t.”

“I didn’t realize there were rules.”

You set the bowl of fruits down a little too hard. “Will, I’m not joking.. Don’t try to be cute when I’m actually upset with you.”

“I’m not trying to be cute,” he said quickly, though the sparkle in his eyes said otherwise. “I’m trying to be respectful.”

You pointed at him. “You’re trying to make me laugh so I’ll drop it.”

He held his hands up like he was surrendering but the smirk tugging at his lips betrayed him. “I would never manipulate the power of ma’am.”

“Shut up,” you muttered, turning your back on him.

But of course, he couldn’t help himself. “…Ma’am.”

You whipped around. “Will—”

He took one step toward you, hands still up, grin widening. “It’s a real title of respect, I’m being serious.”

“No, you’re being annoying—”

“..Ma’a—”

You didn’t even let him finish this time, you stepped in and grabbed his face with both hands, kissing him hard enough to make him stumble back a step.

He hummed against your mouth, caught off guard, but recovered quickly, his hands landing at your waist as you pressed closer.

When you finally pulled back, just slightly breathless, he blinked like he was recalibrating and his cheeks were pink.

“…Okay”

You stared at him, chest still tight, but softer now. “You really don’t know when to shut up, do you?”

He leaned in, pressing a quick another kiss to your lips. “Not when you look this good while mad at me.”

You groaned. “You’re lucky I like you.”

He smiled, eyes half lidded, stupidly pleased with himself. “And you’re lucky I take orders so well.”

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belli5 · 3 days ago

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What the helly.. whoever said that is so weird.. he still looks amazing just as ever, and people shouldn’t say such a thing, he’s not a teenager anymore, so of course he’s loosing his teenage facial features, which I’m sad about, but he is growing up☹️

Saw someone talking about how Bedsy looks like his face is getting a little “rounder”… such an odd thing to say, I’m pretty sure it’s just because he’s almost 20 and he’s not a teenager with a teenager body anymore. He’s my son and I love him oh so much he’s just glowing!!

#belli5 #sera 🦢#serayaps #connor bedard #please stop hating on Connor it makes me sad..

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belli5 · 3 days ago

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Willam eklund YOU are the youngest person EVER!!!

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belli5 · 3 days ago

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WHAT THE HELLY 😔😢 show some love to my girl phe noewww 🤏

slipping through my fingers ❀•°•───────•

Summary: first loves are beautiful but it can be so incredibly painful too.

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: um not proof read cause i lowkey wrote this months ago and found it in my drafts so if its shit sorry. also, this does not mean im writing again, im still busy for the next month but i wanted to post this cause i worte it a while ago

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love is a defining trait of humanity. it is human nature to seek affection, and also to receive love from others. from the moment we first cry as a baby and are soothed by the loving embrace of our mothers, to the time we lay on our deathbeds, reaching for somebody’s hand to hold; we will always seek out love.

you had been told from a fairly young age that your first love would be someone you always remember. they would leave their signature etched across a curve of your heart. you’ll try to subdue their memory but they’ll always linger. oh what a beautiful innocent thing young love is, you were led to believe.

will had been in your life longer than you could remember. you were on the cusp of starting school when your parents decided to move states. that’s when you met the smith family.

your parents, ever the extroverts, became friends with your new next-door neighbors quickly. and soon enough you were standing outside on their porch, nervous about meeting the kids for the first time at dinner.

“darling, let go of my coat please.” your mom instructed politely, looking down at you. her eyes softened a little as she observed the worry across your face, going to soothe her hand over your hair and giving you a warm smile.

you wanted to pinch yourself because surely that would wake you up from the nightmare of having to meet new people. especially someone your age. that year you had formed a habit of pinching yourself when you were nervous or scared… or both; which in that moment, standing outside the smith house, you most certainly were feeling both. you had picked up this strange habit that your parents fussed about from the new alice in wonderland movie; alice had said “pinching usually does the trick” when she wants to wake up from a bad dream. you thought it was a genius secret and had taken it oh so seriously.

you were going to let go of the fabric of your mom’s coat, you really were. but then the door swung open to reveal a woman and a blonde haired boy that looked around your age standing to the right of her. you fiddled with your mom’s coat and felt yourself retreating in tiny steps to stand behind her.

will’s mom had told your parents to go right inside before turning to you with a smile. honestly, you felt like your parents had thrown you into the deep end here. “hi sweetheart, this is will, he’s our youngest, your parents tell me you're six as well.”

“yeah, i am.” you replied, following her gesture to walk into the house.

“well, i’m going to go hang out with your parents. will, why don’t you hang out with her, you can watch whatever you’d like in the living room.”

the young boy was pushed forward with a gentle hand before will’s mom left you two standing in the hallway of their house, and he gave you a small wave of his hand, “hi, i’m will.”

you introduced yourself with a tight smile, pinching at the skin of your side, still incredibly nervous. “your mom said we could watch anything that we want?”

will nodded with a grin, looking at you intently. “cool” was all you managed to get out.

over the years living next door to each other, the two of you became inseparable. grace turned into a quasi-big-sister and the smith house became your second home. you and will would play games, watch movies, and as you got older, do homework and projects together.

you both agreed to go to boston college together, and the change of scenery or friendship circles did no damage to your connection. somewhere between lingering hugs after his hockey games, and celebratory praises after you topped your classes, you found your lips against his. and you loved it. you loved him.

first loves are beautiful, especially when it was will. it was like a never ending dream.

there were nights you both didn’t get to sleep just because he wanted to talk to you about his day. there were days you felt like you couldn’t pull through anymore, you just couldn’t finish the paper you were assigned to write weeks ago, and will was there in an instant, making you laugh and holding both your hands tightly so you wouldn’t start your little habit of pinching yourself again. he kissed you and you knew he meant it, even when he was half-asleep, drowsy from practice. and he made sure to always be touching you, hand on your shoulder, lower back, it didn't matter, nor did he care where he was. he never let go of you.

until he did. you felt him drifting once he moved out of boston. the calls got shorter and less frequent. maybe it was the distance that did it, maybe it was just two people growing apart.

you remember it was a tuesday. you also remember it was autumn and the leaves outside your window were turning a nice shade of orange. it was hard to forget the day will smith, the boy that you trusted most for nearly your whole life, dropped your heart and let it shatter on your dorm room floor.

“will, are you even listening?” you huffed out a half-assed laugh, trying not to let your voice crack around the edges.

you rested your face against your palm, leaning your weight onto the desk in front of you, your face illuminated by the glaring blue light of the laptop which showed a flight booking website.

“yeah,” he said finally, a tinge too flat for your liking. “i’m listening.”

“what was i saying?” you questioned, taking off your blue-light glasses and closing the tab on your laptop.

you suppose you both knew it, that it was coming. you two were prolonging the pain, dragging out the inevitable complication of breaking up. perhaps he was too, maybe he just couldn't be bothered. but what you did know was that naive you, was hanging onto the small hope that everything would be better. that you could pinch yourself and wake up from whatever awful dream your relationship had spiraled into; wake up to a story where everything was easy and without cracks. a dream where he hadn’t given up.

“you were talking about professor-whats-his-name.” will responded, and you could hear him shuffling around on the other end of the line and keys jingle.

you could hear the low whirling of your laptop as if it too was exhausted with the conversation. you sighed and shut the device in front of you, before answering. “no. i was asking you when i should book tickets to come see you.”

there was a long silence. and you hated it. silence wasn't something you and will really did, and if there was silence, it was that comfortable kind; the one you reserve for only those special people.

“look,” he said, and you knew what was coming. of course you did. you'd known for weeks. “i don’t think you should come out here.”

you ran your hand across your face, moving to stand just outside your small window, peering through the cold glass and down onto your fellow college students. they all looked so happy, some were even holding hands and it made you sick.

“mhm.” you hummed, nodding your head and accepting defeat. “yeah, maybe not.”

you wanted to scream at him, yell until your fucking speaker blew, but you didn't even have it in you anymore. you wanted to ask him when exactly he stopped trying. if it was the new city or just the new version of him that didn’t want to make room for you anymore. but instead, you just nodded into the silence.

“i- um,” will started and you could hear it in his voice; you knew what the next words were. “i don’t think you and i are working anymore. you know, with the distance and all. i don’t think we’re right for each other.”

you felt your chest go tight in that familiar, awful way and the tears that stung your glassy eyes ran down your cheeks and wet the shirt you were wearing.

“you would have never said that to me years ago.” you used to be someone who cared, you wanted to say but your voice was cracking and the tears made it harder to breathe.

will sighed and you heard some movement, “i’m not the same person i was years ago. we both aren't."

you don't even remember who hung up. the phone had ended up somewhere behind you on the bed, forgotten, as your tears finally came pouring down your rosy cheeks. downstairs, the couples looked happy; one pair in particular wandered along the path laughing as they tried to crunch every fallen leaf under their feet, hands entangled. you rested your head against the windowsill and cried; this was the first time you truly felt the absence of will since you were six years old.

first love is anything but innocent. was it a blessing or a curse that a person remains lingering beneath the surface, ready to creep back at any moment and make you remember. no, definitely a curse. you remember your first love because it’s so painfully hard to forget your first heartbreak.

it would be just over two years the next time you saw will again. the worst thing was that it was back home. the smith family had decided to go back home in the summer for a few weeks. you hadn't known. oh god, you wish you had, then you could've organized to go on that girls trip two weeks earlier and missed these awkward interactions.

“sweetheart!” your mother called from downstairs and despite your responses back, she remained silent, so you rolled your eyes and made your way to her.

“what's up?” you question once you enter the kitchen, seeing your mom surrounded by baking utensils and ingredients scattered all over the counters.

“could you go next door for me and ask ms smith if she has some spare eggs, i’m two short.” you mom asks while measuring out the baking paper sheet.

your heart nearly dropped right out of your body and you shook your head. you hadn't said a word to the family since you spotted them. sure you and will had seen each other, sure he had waved at you and gotten a little disappointed when you turned around and walked straight into your house. but you hadn't dared to speak to any of them, not even grace.

“you’re funny mom, that’s not happening.” you laugh, reaching for a chocolate chip only for a hand to swat you away.

“that is happening, my hands are full and if it's will that your worried about, gace told me he was heading to the rink to get some practice in.” your mom smiled at your scowl, yelling out a ‘thank you darling’ when you turn to walk out of the house.

you stood outside the door after knocking a few times. best case-scenario grace would open the door and fetch you the eggs without you having to talk to anyone else.

the door creaked open, and there was will. barefoot, in an old boston college hoodie despite the heat, hair longer but slightly disheveled as if you had just woken up.

just your luck. you wanted to yell at your mom, she probably knew he was the only one in.

his eyes widened, he looked genuinely surprised to see you at the doorstep. “oh hey,” he said, blinking carefully like it was going to scare you away.

“hey.” you murmured, giving him a small, tight smile and scratching behind your neck nervously. “um, my mom sent me over. she’s short two eggs.”

“right- yeah come in. uh, everyone else took the car to get groceries,” he said, stepping back and holding the door. “won’t be long.”

you nodded, brushing past him and walking into what you used to consider your second childhood home. the house looked the same as when you first walked inside it and it made you uneasy for some reason.

you followed him as he walked into the kitchen, pulled open the fridge door. “how’ve you been?”

you shrugged, leaning against the edge of the counter. “fine i guess.” you paused, watching him carefully as he closed the fridge door, carton of eggs in hand. “how’s the big league?”

will huffed out a small laugh, if you could call it that. “yeah good. still kind of miss boston.”

you felt your arms twitch at that and you nodded, face flat without much emotion as will tried to analyze your expression. “yeah? what part?” as soon as you said it you wanted to take it back and shove the words right back into your mouth.

“playing hockey with the guys, doing nothing in class, hanging out with you.” will’s voice got quieter at the last bit and you sighed, dropping your head and stared at the ground.

will placed the carton of eggs on the counter next to him and crossed the kitchen to be a little closer to you. “really miss you.”

“don’t.” you felt that familiar sting behind your eyes. the sad thing was that you associated that feeling with him; he had made you cry so many times you couldn’t count. “don’t do this. i’ve already worked so hard to forget you.”

you couldn't even look up. if you did, you would start crying. or worse, you'd let him in again after you swore to yourself you wouldn't.

“look at me. please don’t ignore me.” will pleaded, stepping forward and peeling your hands away from your body and holding them tightly as if they were going to slip through his fingers.

“why? you used to do it all the time.” you replied solemnly, finally looking up at him and you felt your breath catch at the sight, “you ignored me for weeks towards the end, let me suffer on my own, wonder what i had done to lose you.”

you watched as his shoulders deflated and his eyes softened, feeling him squeeze your hands in his.

“i was stupid, i was so overwhelmed with starting my rookie year, i didn’t know how to deal with both.” will tried to explain, eyes searching across yours, feeling a guilt run through his veins when he saw your tears were threatening to fall.

you shook your head, trying to swallow that ache nagging at the back of your throat. “well you could have let me in, just let me be there for you.”

“i know, i know that now.” will responded, “and im sorry, im so so sorry.”

you sighed, closing your eyes and letting your head fall again, but this time against his shoulder. he rested his chin on top of your hair and closed his eyes as well. you felt his thumb skim against the warmth of your fingers that were tangled with his.

“you still do that,” he spoke up. “you still pinch yourself when you're nervous.”

“yeah, and you still stop me.” you whispered, pulling away to look up at him again. the two of you looked at one another for a little too long, not wanting to let go. “i better go, mom will start to worry and barge through the door or something.”

will chuckled and stepped back, letting your fingers slip through his slowly. he ran a hand through his hair, pushing down the ache that had been sitting in his chest since he opened the door. will watched as you pulled two eggs from the carton, knowing you were trying your best not to look at him.

you finally looked up to him, body half turned and ready to leave. “see you around.”

will nodded and you tried to smile before making your way out of his childhood home.

you remember at around the age of 13 that you loved will, at 17 he became your first love. you don’t forget your first love because you can’t. first love teaches you how to be vulnerable, feel things you didn’t know were possible, and, eventually, then how to let go. and perhaps that’s what makes it unforgettable, why you’ll never forget will no matter how many times you pinch yourself.

#will smith hockey #will smith x reader #nhl x reader #will smith x you #ws2 x reader #belli5 #sera 🦢#phe talks <3

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belli5 · 3 days ago

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I KNOW I JUST SAW IT, I’m gonna read it a little bit later, because I have to babysit my niece rn, so excited 🤏

i’m back here… the oversized hoodie… the chain… the exposed collarbone… the hair

#sera 🦢#belli5 #phe talks <3

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belli5 · 3 days ago

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Why didn’t you send it to me 😢

i’m back here… the oversized hoodie… the chain… the exposed collarbone… the hair

#sera 🦢#phe talks <3 #belli5

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belli5 · 3 days ago

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Just him in general ughhh 😍😍

i’m back here… the oversized hoodie… the chain… the exposed collarbone… the hair

#belli5 #sera 🦢#serayaps #will smith hockey

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belli5 · 4 days ago

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Jealousy .ᐟ ೀWE⁷²

╰ Synopsis At a Sharks game, William sees you hugging another guy before the third period and jealousy is in the air.

tags/contains William Eklund x reader. Angst(slightly) to fluff, jealous William, established relationship, written in 3rd point of view (kinda) and nothing else.

➺ from Sera, to you📨. He’s such a cutie potato omg 😭 also decided to post Eky’s fic first because I haven’t written for him in so long, my boyfrienddd 😔

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The SAP Center buzzed with energy, and in the middle of it all sat you, your hands raw from clapping and your voice hoarse from yelling all night long.

Your boyfriend had scored a beautiful assist, helped shut down a play in the first period. You beamed with pride, wearing his jersey like a badge of honor, your cheeks flushed from the cold rink air and sheer happiness.

“You were amazing,” you whispered to yourself, your phone ready to record when William skated by to skate to the bench and flashed you a quick smile, eyes locking with yours like they always did and even from the bench, he searched for you.

But then, something tugged your attention, pulling you away from your little moment with William. “Y/n?!”

You turned your head at the familiar voice, your brain needing a full second to process what your eyes were seeing.

“No way!” You gasped, a huge grin breaking across your face as you rushed up a few steps into the arms of a tall guy. “Mateo?!”

Your cousin laughed, hugging you tightly. “I figured I’d catch you here, because you’re always posting about these games..”

“What are you doing in San Jose?” You asked, pulling back with a hand still on his arm.

“I’m on a work trip, I got lucky with the schedule, so I thought I’d sneak in a game and then I saw you from a few rows over.”

“That’s insane!” You laughed, “It’s been like what, it’s been forever.”

“I know,” he grinned. “Good to see you though.”

You shared one more quick hug before he gestured toward his seat. “I’ll let you get back to cheering for your man.”

“Text me after?” You asked.

“Of course.” Mateo said as he turned to head back to his spot, and you went back to your front row seat, still smiling.

What you didn’t know, was that William had been standing at the bench the entire time, helmet on, stick in hand, watching through the gap in the boards as his girlfriend threw her arms around some guy like they hadn’t seen each other in years.

His chest tightened, because he didn’t recognize the guy, he just saw arms around you, your smile and the way your face lit up, which wasn’t for him but for someone else.

He stared for a second longer than he should’ve, then he clenched his jaw and skated onto the ice, moving into his position without a word.

And you didn’t even know he felt that way.

In the locker room, the mood was light, players celebrating the win but William was quieter than usual, doing everything a little slower, staring into his stall longer than needed.

Will nudged him. “You good, Eky?”

“Hm? Yeah..” He smiled half heartedly.

“We just won a game, shouldn’t you be happy?”

“I am..” he forced another smile but truth was, he wasn’t, not really. The image kept looping in his head, your arms around someone else, at his game, hugging another guy like it was the most normal thing in the world.

He didn’t want to be that guy; jealous, insecure and weird about it but something about the whole thing rubbed him the wrong way. Who was that guy anyway? You hadn’t mentioned any friends coming and most definitely not him.

“Probably just a friend,” he muttered under his breath but it didn’t help because he knew he said that to only convince himself.

Back home, the apartment was warm and soft, candles flickering low from the little shelf you’d insisted on decorating with calming scents. William kicked off his shoes and dropped his bag with a dull thud, trailing after you into the kitchen.

“You want tea or anything?” You asked, already opening cabinets.

“I’m good.”

You turned, brow slightly knit. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah..”

“You sure?”

He shrugged and went to the fridge, pulling out a water bottle and drinking from it slowly. You watched him, eyes narrowing and something was definitely off.

“You don’t seem like yourself..”

“I’m fine, I told you..”

You leaned against the counter, to him you were still glowing from the game. “Babe, I don’t understand, you won, you played amazing and now you’re weird and quiet like you got benched or something. Did I do something? If so, tell me, so I can fix it.”

William met your gaze for a second before looking away. You tilted your head. “What’s going on?”

He hesitated before speaking, it would sound stupid if he said it, really stupid, he thought: Jealous because his girlfriend hugged someone in the stands? At his game?

God, I am pathetic, he thought to himself “Nothing,” he mumbled.

You folded your arms. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not.”

“William.”

He stared at the counter, then finally sighed and scratched the back of his neck. “I just—” He cut himself off, groaning. “Forget it, it’s dumb..”

“It’s obviously not dumb to you, or you wouldn’t be acting like someone ran over your dog.”

That made him crack a little smile, but he went back to just as he was in a second, he dropped onto one of the stools, elbows on the kitchen island. “I saw you hugging that guy during the game in the crowd.”

You blinked. “Oh— Mateo?”

He nodded once, a little too stiffly and you stepped closer, your voice soft. “William.. he’s my cousin.”

William looked up and you laughed, now realizing. “My cousin, Will. Mateo from Arizona, I haven’t seen him in years and he happened to be in town so we bumped into each other randomly in the crowd.”

“Oh.” His ears turned pink.

“Ohhh,” you said teasingly, stepping between his knees. “That’s why you’ve been acting like a kicked puppy all night?”

“I wasn’t— okay, maybe a little,” he muttered, cheeks flushed. “I didn’t know who he was. You were hugging him like—”

You smiled gently, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You really thought I’d flirt with some guy at your game? Or even in general?”

He winced. “I didn’t say that..”

“You didn’t have to.” You kissed his temple. “God, you’re cute when you’re a little jealous.”

He buried his face in your neck with a groan. “Don’t say that.”

“But it’s true, it’s adorable lowkey you jealous dork.”

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