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I really hate it when men have the AUDACITY to have ultra nice hands

Baller 😎🏀

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Something Stupid

...In which Will Smith Hockey, head over skates for her, loses his nerve when it comes to saying three words that might have given him everything he dreamed of...

"Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place…The time is right, your perfume fills my head, the stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue...”

Will Smith could probably remember every time he'd ever done something stupid. Whether that meant there weren't many or he was a haunted hyperthymestic, Will didn't know. But chief among them was when he invited her to his pond.

It stood nestled among the trees, a short walk from his home. The water sat relatively still, glistening shyly in the moonlight. The occasional ripple from slow-blowing wind barely broke the surface tension. It whistled quietly around Will—as if it knew that nothing could break the tension within him.

He’d long dreamt of sitting next to someone during moments like these. The quiet, sacred moments where all he could do was think. He’d dreamt of it so long, he’d begun to believe it was all in vain. It wasn’t that no one was ever good enough, or pretty enough, or smart enough—there were plenty of girls who fit those criteria—but he never saw himself with any of them. He’d begun to figure that, one day, he’d have to settle. Settle for someone who was just good enough.

Until he met her.

The moment they locked gazes in theater class, he saw the rest of his life flash before his eyes. He saw himself waving at a gurgling baby Will from the opposite side of the glass. Of buying a house with her, learning mortgages and taxes and budgeting like he was some sort of Dave Ramsey aficionado. And eventually turning that house into a home with a Hobby Lobby bought painting here and there, a corny welcome mat, that big dog to protect his people when he was away, and a baby or two.

And then, when he heard her speak, he swore there was a symphony of color that erupted before those wide baby blue eyes. And when she choked with emotion during her monologue, eyes slightly glassy, he felt an unignorable urge to wrap her in his arms and promise everything was going to be okay. Only then to move Heaven and earth to make good on that promise.

She was perfect. Sure, sometimes they disagreed, but it wasn’t about that. It was about the way that she stayed when he was an idiot and accepted his apology. And he did the same when it was her fault…because she wasn’t like those other girls who refused to ever be wrong. She could laugh at herself while still holding herself to a high standard. She wasn’t perfect, but, oh yes, she was.

The smartest thing Will had ever done was take the chance to get to know her and learn her coffee order and where she’d be between classes on Tuesday/Thursday as opposed to Monday/Wednesday/Friday. Of how terribly shy she was when it came to anything remotely athletic, and how well her intellect matched and challenged his.

His mother had demanded to meet her. After endless 9 pm phone calls where his parents dozed off as he droned on about her perfect smile and the way she wore her hair that day (compared to how she wore it on Monday), they had a burning desire to meet the girl who had bewitched their cool-headed son.

So when she told him she wasn’t going home for the long weekend, he offered her the guest bedroom. It was a spur-of-the-moment sort of thing…but she agreed. And when he saw her interact with his family, he knew she was perfect. She ate his mother’s cooking like it was her last meal, praises falling from pink, perfectly kissable lips. She answered his father’s every question about her goals and aspirations in life with such patience. She and Grace were giggling like they’d known each other for years the minute they met.

But when he was finally able to steal her away and sat with her on the bank of the pond, the water lapping welcomingly at her feet, he found his mouth was too dry to speak. He chewed slowly on the mint gum nuzzled between razor-sharp canines, and was suddenly convinced he should have gone with an actual mint if he wanted to kiss her. But then again, a mere mint didn’t provide all the benefits — the confidence — that his trusty piece of Extra did.

As he sat, getting caught within the pros and cons of the little details, he missed an opportunity to lightly knock his shoulder against hers and get a little closer—her sweet scent wafting beneath his nose like it knew he breathed it like a drug. Or to lean back against his hands, like she was doing, and ghost his fingers against hers. Or to let her catch him admiring the way her hair shimmered in the silvery moonlight, or how the flush of her cheeks matched those pink (still perfectly kissable) lips she used to shoot dazzling smiles at him.

He was consumed with the devilish thought that he’d mess everything up if he did. She was too perfect to be anything more than a fantasy. Despite wanting every part of her, to hold her heart like it was made of glass, he couldn’t risk rushing something meant for another moment.

He thought everything they’d grown into was fickle, like a house of cards. And even the freshest, mintiest breath that spoke Shakesperian words of adoration could knock their relationship flat. Somewhere deep within him, he knew he wasn’t just dreaming anymore, but all the stuff in between his heart and brain screamed at him not to be a fool. This was something he couldn’t stand to lose over three little words, no matter how true. It wasn’t just what they had; it was her. He couldn’t lose her.

So, he sat quietly back—his hand next to hers—and reveled in an unbroken moment. Because, no matter how deeply it cut his heart, he refused “…to go and spoil it by saying something stupid like, 'I love you.'"

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Why haven't we thought of this before?

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Will Smith. That is all!

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smith hockey sibs

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He's a runner, he's a track star

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Shut up, he's so precious

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What I would do to be able to annoy the crap out of this man asking him if he'd still love me if I was a worm for the 5 millionth time

Do you need something?

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Found out today that cows have best friends and get stressed when separated...

if that's not willmack core I don't know what is

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If Will Smith Hockey doesn't sign all of his emails "Smithcerely" I'm gonna sue

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I regret to inform myself that I will never pull a hockey player because my genes are stacked against me and have rendered me...a ginger

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4.1.25 sjs @ ana

the sleepover line scheming during a tv time-out

please do not repost to other sites 🩵

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thinking abt:

interviewer: “you got a chance to play in this tournament last year and will smith was kind of the go to guy. it’s kind of like you’re in that role now. what were some of the things that you saw him do last year that you’re trying to bring to your game?”

james hagens: “will is always so calm. he’s never sweating. you always could see that guy, whether it’s a championship game in overtime or it’s a first game—he’s never scrambling. he knows what he’s doing and he’s going to go out there and do it. that was pretty cool to see—how he reacts and how he does in those moments…it’s just special.”

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golf glove tan line…it’s about the #details

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Knowing what we know now about how he likes older women, he was probably screaming on the inside during this interview

Pookie, do you happen to have a link for the Will Chipotle sponcon interview? I have searched and yet I do not find😔

yep gotchu fam! it’s from his instagram page. here’s the full vid and source link will bring you to original:

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Does it smell like a school gymnasium in here?

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wait guys omg